Paul Imagine:

You scanned the small slip of paper in your hand, skimming over the list of groceries you and your boyfriend, Paul, needed at home. You slowly pushed the shopping cart down the soup aisle.

"We still need milk," you told him.

You glanced up at him and held back a giggle. The Beatles had become a worldwide rock and roll sensation, and since then, the lads had to go out in public wearing silly disguises. Paul's disguise today consisted of an oversized baggy black coat that trailed behind him on the floor, a thick, shaggy blonde wig with strands falling to his shoulders, black sunglasses to mask his famous doe eyes, and a fake moustache.

He looked hilarious. It took a lot in you to not burst out laughing.

"It's so hot under here," he groaned.

"Is the coat necessary?" you chuckled.

"Yes," he huffed. "Those birds memorized the details of our faces and bodies. I can't take risks. Plus..." He struck a dramatic pose. You wouldn't be surprised if he sent his signature wink. "I look rather handsome in this coat."

You rolled your eyes. "You look ridiculous, Paul," you laughed.

Paul stopped in his tracks, his calloused hands dropping to his sides, his shoulders slumping in a form of defeat. You arched an eyebrow at him, stopping the cart and waiting expectantly.

Suddenly, he ripped off his wig, sunglasses, and moustache, revealing a silky-smooth, dark mop of hair, doe eyes that were shaded hazel, and a handsome soft face.

You gasped. "Paul!" you hissed. "What the hell do you think your doing? We're in public!"

"I know," he grinned mischievously.

Shrugging his large coat off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor, he climbed into the half-empty shopping cart, startling you.

"Watch this, Y/N," he told you.

You stared. "Wait, Paul, what are you-"

"HEY! EVERYONE! I'M PAUL MCCARTNEY!" he suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs.

Your eyes widened as a girl's shriek from afar turned into multiple. You gasped in horror as a large sea of teenage girls ran down the aisle towards you and an amused Paul.

"Crap!" you yelled, grasping the handle of the cart and sharply turning around.

You sprinted down the aisle, rolling the cart in front of you with Paul riding it. The girls were fast, so you forced your legs to move at a quicker pace. You heard the screams grow louder by the second, making your ears go numb.

Once you reached the entrance, you released the cart, grabbed Paul by the arm and forced him off. Then, with you still holding his arm, the both of you raced out of the grocery store. You spotted your car and quickly dragged your boyfriend towards it.

You shoved him into the passenger seat, then slipped into the driver's seat and started the car. You drove your way out of the parking lot and peered into the rearview mirror. The girls were still chasing you both down, but they began to disappear from sight.

"Paul... you... bloody... idiot!" you gasped, catching your next breath.

"It had to be done, my sweet," he chuckled. He wasn't even tired.

"You could've had us killed!" you scolded, shooting him a glare.

"Baby, relax," he smiled. "We're still alive, aren't we?"

"What the hell did you do that for!" you shrieked.

Paul stuck out his lower lip and shrugged. "I don't know... I was bored."

You shook your head. "I'd expect this from John, but not you."

What annoyed you even more was that you left your unpaid groceries back in the store and would have to go back for them tomorrow.

You were not taking Paul with you this time, that was for sure.

Requested by @Meowstacheo! This was fun to write XD Hope this was alright for you!