Paul McCartney

Evening falls in Liverpool in the year of 1964. The sun streams through the window; you're sitting on the sofa at his house. Paul had invited you over to show you the new song he'd written for an album the band was working on.

You and Paul have been friends since you were kids. You met in kindergarten and a strong connection developed between you from then on. You wouldn't complain, since you're perfect for each other. What you don't know is that all this time, he had developed feelings, strong feelings, for you, from those moments you two spent together, from when you were both children, until today, and it was killing him, even though he was willing to keep it a secret.

But even so, here you two are, you enjoying some biscuits with a cup of tea and Paul was by your side, strumming his bass with the chords, humming softly before looking up. "So... what do you think? I was thinking of changing this part..." Paul murmured, glancing down at the bass for a moment, strumming it once more.