I walked into our flat quietly having heard "How Do You Sleep?" on the radio. It seemed Paul had too because he was out on the terrace. I knocked and smiled and he pathetically attempted to return the smile.
"'Ave you heard it?" He said not looking me in the eye. I sighed and whimpered, "Yeah, hun, I have." He let out a sharp breath and looked back to the view. He's been so stressed recently. Almost as much as he was in The Beatles. I rubbed his back and began, "But you know what?" He looked back and laughed at my attempt to be positive. "He said you had a pretty face." I took a moment to observe him and continued, "And that you do!"
He pulled me under his arm and kissed the top of my head. "You know I love you, yeah?" his eyes filled with serenity. "I had a hunch." I smirked and he looked down to me and smirked back. He puckered his lips and waited like a silly child. I went up on my tip toes and kissed him. As he pulled away he drew me into his warm chest.
"And I love you too, McCartney." He ruffled my hair and kissed me once again. I hope he's getting past this feud because I believe it will end. Good friends can't stay away from each other forever.
-------------------------------------------------------I'm so sorry I like actually can't write for Paul and Ringo but I figured I'd make myself while I was listening to "How Do You Sleep?". Hope you enjoyed!
-Jenna
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Beatles Imagines
FanfictionSimply what the title says it is! Hope you enjoy and if you'd like to write imagines for this book you can private message me an imagine and if I'll like it I'll put it in the book with credit!
