Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

You're too beautiful to do that (Paul)

Warning: could be triggering.

I sat in the front. Right at the front. I watched them move. I watched them sing. I could see the strings on their guitars. I looked at the light bouncing off their teeth.

I was happy. My mind was off everything I was dealing with. My mind was set on them. Watching the action as my favorite songs filled the air. Nothing was better for me than being right there, watching The Beatles themselves playing live. Even with the screaming and shouting, it felt like they were playing just for me.

Paul looked around the room, he smiled at the screaming audience. He danced as he played. His eyes traveled to the back. His smile poked through as he sang. I held my hand to my heart. My tears of joy streaming down my face. I wanted my night to go on. Forever.

Living in Liverpool was exiting for two reasons. One, The Beatles live here. And two, they play here locally all the time, so you have a large chance of running into them. Other than that Liverpool wasn't the most exiting place to live. The only reason people knew about it was because of The Beatles.

The music filled the pub, I refused to move. If I moved, I was going to drink. Drinking wasn't about to be my alternative to my depression. I was going to listen to my favorite band as they played their songs. I wasn't going to let my mind stick on anything but music.

"Right, we're going to take a short break then." John smirked. The crowd backed away. Exited conversations filled the room. I walked back to the bar and ordered a drink. I looked up at the right moment to notice Paul McCartney sitting next to me.

"The usual?" The bartender asked. Paul nodded. I saw his eyes flick down. I knew he saw them but I covered them anyway. I pulled my sweater over my scars on my wrist. I knew it didn't do any good.

Paul reached over and put his hand on mine. He moved my sleeve down to reveal my scarred arm. Showing the indents of newly healed ones and the bumpy, dried blood covered new ones. He moved his hands away from mine as the bartender came back. My head hung low. I held back my tears of embarrassment. My favorite person in all of Liverpool, now knows my stupid, bloody secret.

He took a few drinks before standing up. "Care to dance love?" He asked addressing me. I sucked in a breath and held it, as I got up and took his hand. We danced to the jukebox. It was a slow song and we were quite close together. "Why do you do that to yourself?" He whispered. "You're to beautiful to do that."

I was quiet. I just let the tears spill. He pulled me close to him. "I'm sorry." Was all I managed to squeak out.

"It's ok love. Just promise me you won't do this to yourself anymore." Paul whispered. I just nodded. "Tell you what. You come stay with me for a while. I can't have you hurting your pretty wrists."

"Alright" was all I managed.

"Now all I need is your name." He smiled down at me.

"(Y/N) (L/N)" I told him. We continued to dance. He followed through on his promise.

Sorry I had to repost this. Something went wrong with my publishing thing, idk. Also sorry for my long ass break. I'm going through a lot with a family emergency. I'm trying to get back into the groove, I say as all I've don't on here is repost an old post...

Stay Lovely 😊