𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 -beatles imagines, preferences

Vitamin dick is good. And lucky for you Paul has a large supply (Paul pt 1)

No, there's no sex in here. Yet.
also I'm sorry there has been loads of Paul
Era- Teddy boy Paul (1958)
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"Lori, I want to ask her,"

My heart drops down to my knees. Suddenly all of my happiness is drained from my body.

"That's splendid Paul," I plaster on a fake smile, not wanting him to know my true feelings.

Paul lit up my world. His chubby cheeks, long eyelashes, round hazel eyes, maybe even his cheeky smile. He was perfect, in my eyes of course. My day could be gloomy and sorrowful, but once I saw PAul, he changed it. You could describe it as a blue sky upon you on a hot summers day, with your feet in the spring green grass.

Everyone knew I had a thing for Paul. Everyone except Paul knew. How dumb was he? I never made it obvious, but I'd flirt just to let him now I want more. More than our freindship.

I wanted to hold his hand in public. Hear him whisper sweet little nothings into my ears as we sit on a bench in Penny Lane. Or maybe just kissed when it's dark outside, having his fingers comb my hair. That's all I wanted.

But Paul didn't want it, which was quite obvious. He wanted everything I wanted, just not with me. He wanted it with Lilah Starrison. She was perfect in his eyes. Maybe it was her ugly face, or fat breasts that he enjoyed. I'm not flat, actually I have some. Just not what Lilah has.

"Lori? Ye alright?" He places a hand on mine.

"Splendid," I respond warmly, making sure I put on a good act.

"I actually think I'm going to head back Paul, bye," I hop off of is bed, not giving him a hug.

Every time before I'd leave, I always gave him a hug. Whether it'd be loose or tight, I always gave him one. So my face was now flooding with images of his confused or puzzled expression.

I let out a deep sigh before I open the door, not looking back at my love.
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I curl up on my bed, thinking about Paul. Maybe I should tell him? That why he'd be able to know. The dance is also next week, so I'd have to do it in 3 days, which I was fine with. However, knowing myself quite well, I'm most likely going to procrastinate.

With a deep sigh, I walk over to my closet, preparing to begin a fashion show no one will see.