Y/BF/N: Your best friend's name

Paul Imagine:

You felt arms wrap around your waist in a quick hug as applause erupted around the club. You laughed and hugged the drummer of your band back, also known as your best friend. Her eyes glittered with exhilaration and joy.

"They love us!" she cried eagerly as the rest of your band huddled around you to form a group hug.

You felt proud. It had been years since you started this band, and things were finally going somewhere for you and your band mates.

You were the lead singer, and a damn good one. You never really thought of yourself as a talented singer, yet tonight had increased your self-confidence. Things were finally looking up. You smiled widely and fondly at each of your friends.

"Cheers!" you yelled into the microphone over the cheers of the audience.

About an hour later, the pub was half-empty. You had received many praises and compliments from the crowd after your band's performance. You were eager to see what would come next.

"Y/N," Y/BF/N whispered to you as you two bought drinks. "Someone's staring at you."

Curiously, you craned your neck and followed her gaze. A group of four young men were enclosed together, speaking to one another in low voices. One of them happened to be staring in your direction.

Dare you admit it? He was very good-looking. He smiled warmly at you and turned back to his friends.

You grinned to yourself and returned to your drink.

"He's rather handsome, don't you think?" Y/BF/N giggled.

"He is," you agreed with a small blush. "I've seen them play here before. Aren't they The Beatles?"

"That's right. They're quite good, you know," she responded.

"Believe me, I know," you smiled. "I saw them play two nights ago. I still can't get that song out of my head. As I write this letter, send my love to you, remember that I'll always-"

"Be in love with you."

You gasped at the sudden appearance of the new voice. You spun around, only to come face-to-face with the man who had been looking at you before. He was even handsomer up close...

"You sing that better than me," he chuckled.

Your face flushed red. Y/BF/N smirked playfully at you, nudged you slightly, and wiggled her eyebrows.

"I-I doubt that," you stuttered.

"I don't," the man grinned.

Handsome and a flirt... Could your face get any redder?

"I'm gonna leave you two alone," Y/BF/N giggled, slipping away from you and the man.

Oh jeez...

"I'm Paul," he said, extending his hand.

"Y/N," you replied, taking his outstretched hand.

You expected him to shake. Instead, however, to your intense surprise, he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. You almost squeaked.

"That's a beautiful name," he smiled.

"Th-thank you," you said a little breathlessly.

"I saw you play," Paul said. "You have such a wonderful voice. It complements your stunning looks."

You thought your cheeks couldn't get any redder... You were wrong.

"Oh... Thank you," you said, letting out a small giggle. "I've seen your band play as well. You're really good."

"Thank you, love," Paul chuckled. "But we're nothing compared to you. You'll make it big someday."

He was still holding your hand, you realized. You had never felt so flattered in your life. You smiled shyly at him, your heart racing and fluttering against your chest like a butterfly.

"Is it too early for me to ask you for your number?" he asked with an arched eyebrow and a sideways smile.

You bit your lower lip to try to contain your large grin as you slowly took out a pen from the counter of the bar.

"Not at all."

Requested by @SiriusPadfootBlacko! Enjoy! :)