he sat up writing a song while you walked past the doorframe hearing him hum something melodic. you reddened at the sound of his voice, resting your ear against the door, hearing paul sing.
his voice always filled you with much joy. you liked to listen to him play his bass, piano, guitar, or even sing. he was very talented and you loved sharing that with him.
"and she appeared, this love of mine
my valentine." paul sang while you closed your eyes in content with the soft song he was producing.
he stopped singing while he called your name, "(y/n)! please come here." he smiled.
you nodded as you went. he sat you down and began playing the opening chords of the song, he titled 'my valentine'. his voice was beautiful and it was even more beautiful knowing that you were his and he was yours. after the song, you both kissed and cuddled for the rest of the night.
YOU ARE READING
the beatles imagines
Randomjust a great big book of imagines of our four favorite mop top boys!! there will be sad ones smutty ones fluffy ones horrific ones anything basically
