A Flame In Your Heart

𝓘'𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮

Gracies pov

I trudged out of mr Johnson's office balancing a box full of books and old magazines in my hands. I had my note pad in my mouth.

It was late after office hours, and sir had strictly instructed me to stay for another hour.

Due to me being 3 minutes late this morning.
I was trying to flip the light switch with my head, I probably looked like a complete fool but nobody was there.

"Fucking hell."
"Just switch off you twat."
I groaned but then it switched off.
"You alright luv?"
I slowly raised my head, my long hair was covering my eyes I blew it away.

There he stood, a smirk on his face as he looked me up and down.
"Don't you have a song to write?"
I asked walking right past him to the storage room.
He skipped after me.

The big office was completely empty, and very dark.

I opened the door and placed the box down.
"Need any help?"
He asked.

I scoffed, he was still here?!

Usually I'd me nice to a guy like him, but I think I've blown all my chances at friend ship with him.

Plus he's the reason I'm in this Situation, my head throbbed at the thought.
"I think I'm perfectly capable thank you."
He went to touch some of the magazines im supposed to be sorting out.
"Hey!"
I swatted his hand away.
"Calm down I'm just trying to help! I figured I owe you one."
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah well I'm here because of you."
I didn't look him in the eye, I continued to sort out old books and magazines.
"Where's your boyfriends, don't they need you."
"Pfft, boyfriends? Is that the best you could do?"
I looked up making intense eye contact with him.
"Listen, I don't really care who you are, or why your here. But could you please just leave me alone. Go bother some other girl that actually likes you."
He remained quite.
"I mean gee, I just wanted to help."
I took a deep breath in, and decided to ignore him.
"Gracie?"
"Gracie?"
"Gracie?"
"Gracie?"
"Gracie?"
"Gracccieee?"
He sang my name.
"I love your name yknow, I could make a song."
"Go make a song for me then."
"I don't feel like it at the moment."
"Then what do you feel like?"
"I feel like I should help you, what are you doing anyway?"
"Well mr McCartney I'm just living my life, what are you doing?"
There was a moment of silence, so I got up and brushed the creases off my dress and walked out.
"Hey? Where are yo-"
I stopped and turned around, I didn't realise how close he had been behind me so our chests were touching.

I moved instantly.
"What do you want?"
"Well I-"
"Seriously."

He looked down pouting.
"I felt bad I got coffee on your dress, and when I found out your working latter for me I felt even more bad."
"So?"
"So I'm taking you out shopping!"
"What! No!"
"Yes come on! I'll get you a new dress."
"I don't have the kind of money for that."
I turned back around and walked away, but he held my arm and spun me around so all my attention was on him.

I looked at him and then his hand, which was gripping at my arm.

He looked deeply in my eyes.
"No silly, I'll pay."
I smirked and shook his hand of my arm.
I walked to the door Paul behind, I locked every thing up and walked out.

The night sky twinkled above me.
I shivered slightly.

I walked, but then felt something go over my shoulders.
Paul had put his jacket over my shoulders.
"I thought I lost you."
"Me to."
He said catching up to me.

"So where are you going?"
He asked.
"Home."
"Can I Come?"
"I'd rather you not."
"Well I rather I do."
"You just never give up now do you."
"Never ever ms Gracie."
I shook my head and stopped.
"Listen mr McCartney-"
"Paul."
"Paul, I'm flattered truly. But you don't owe me anything. So just leave."
I threw his jacket at him.
I walked off, this time he stood there.
"Your very beautiful yknow Gracie!"
He yelled after me.
"Mmhm!"
I yelled back.

I finally got back to my apartment, I unlocked my door and ran in jumping on my rather small couch.

I sighed, and switched my tv on.
I was exhausted and was in need of a shower since I smell like coffee.
But I couldn't be bothered.

My days seem to be so boring, but today was different.

I'll always remember the day my routine was completely fucked by none only then Paul McCartney.

But tomorrow I'll go to work, get yelled at by my boss. And go home and repeat.

I rested my head into the couch and closed my eyes.
-
"Graciiiieeeeee."
"Graciiiie!"
I shot up awake, my eyes were burning.
I checked my watch.
4am
"What the fu-"
"Graccciiie!"
I grew scared, who is yelling my name at 4am in the morning?
"Wrong house againnnn."
I walked to my window seeing Paul sitting down on the pavement below my apartment.
"There she is! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!"
"What the fuck are you doing Paul!"
"Immmmmm sinnnginnnng."
He's drunk.

"Go home."
"That's the thing princess I don't know where hommmmeeee isssss."
I closed my window.

Maybe if I wait here he'll leave.
I sat down, but couldn't drown out the rocks he was clearly throwing to my window.
I rolled my eyes.
"Paul piss off!"
He pulled his lip out.
"Pwease???"
"Fine!"
"Yay!"
"But I officially hate you."
I saw him run up my stairs.

I unlocked my door, and he came in.
He instantly collapsed into my arms sending me back my head hitting the end of my couch.

I winced.
"Paul?"
"Paul!!"
He just lay there in my arms.
I slowly got up and pulled him buy the feet into my bedroom. it looked like I was dragging a dead body around! My land lord would be pissed!

I lifted his arms up and pulled him up with all my strength to my bed.

I took one of his pointy shoes off, when I tried to pull the other I pulled hard and fell back into my wall.
I rubbed the back of my head.

"Your the most annoying men I will ever encounter."
I whispered.

I tucked him in and turned my lamp off walking to the couch.

I have a famous man sleeping in my bed.
What is happening?

What's happening to me?