Paul Imagine:

"My soulmate will find me someday..."

You stared up at the stars hanging above you, a sense of loneliness and gloominess welling up inside you. "I wish," you sighed deeply.

It had been so long since you went out on a date. Your last serious relationship ended badly when you caught your boyfriend in bed with another girl. That was over six months ago. You felt incredibly lonely.

So here you were now, sitting on the edge of a sidewalk, wishing upon a star that your soulmate would come to you as soon as possible. And hoping that the wind would die down. You felt like an ice cube. It was the middle of winter. A blanket of white was draped lightly over the grass. Little white snowflakes floated down from the heavens, heavily drenching you with ice cold water. The winter breeze was harsh and cold, like a dozen knives were piercing every inch of your skin. Your thin coat did nothing to help. You were shivering and soaked to the bone.

"You remind me of someone."

You gasped and nearly jumped out of your skin, startled. It had been so quiet and peaceful, the voice that had suddenly sounded out of the blue surprised you greatly.

You turned to the direction of the voice and locked your gaze with a pair of soft, hazel eyes. Before you stood the figure of a boy with his hands shoved deeply in his jacket pockets. The thick snow shielded him from you, so you couldn't see him clearly.

"Uh... What?" you croaked, your words forcing out of your throat with much difficulty.

"You look familiar," said the boy thoughtfully. "Have we met?"

Curious, you stood up from your uncomfortable spot on the sidewalk and slowly approached the boy to get a better look at him. You hadn't seen him before. But God, he was quite the looker. Smooth, dark brown hair that fell over those hazel eyes, casting a dim shadow. A set of baby cheeks that were tinted a light shade of pink. And a charming smile to match.

"I don't think we have," you answered. "You don't look familiar to me at all."

"Strange," the boy murmured. "I could've sworn..." He shook his head then smiled a toothy grin. "Never mind. So what brings you out here? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here all alone."

A small blush crept to your cheeks. "I could ask you the same," you retaliated with your arms crossed.

"I asked you first, though."

He had a point.

"I guess I needed a moment," you shrugged. "It's quiet out here. I kind of need that."

"You shouldn't be out here alone, especially at night," the boy said. "It can be dangerous, y'know."

You arched an eyebrow at him. "You're here alone, aren't you?"

"I was," he grinned. "Then I saw you."

"Well, why are you here?" you questioned.

"And why would I tell you that?" he mused.

"Because I told you my reason."

"Mmm... Good point."

"So...?"

The boy stared at you, almost like he was examining you. His smile faded as quickly as it came. "If you must know," he said quietly, "I was gonna go visit my mother."

"Your mother?" you repeated. "Are your parents divorced?"

He shook his head. "No... She isn't here."

You blinked. "Then... Why...?" But your voice trailed off. You dared not to go any further, for you understood where he was getting at. "Oh," you whispered. "I'm sorry."

"S'not like you knew," he smiled sadly. "Anyway... I was too busy to visit her during the day today, so I decided to come tonight. She died two years ago today."

You let out another silent, "Oh," in response.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name," the boy said with an apologetic smile.

"Oh, it's Y/N," you replied. "And yours?"

"Just call me Paul," he nodded kindly.

Six months later, you and Paul had started a relationship. It was clear to you that your wish had come true; your soulmate had finally found you. And Paul figured out where he had seen you before. In his dreams.

This was my first imagine! I'm kinda proud of it! Any requests? Just tell me which Beatle you'd like, and what the scenario is! :)