Paul Imagine:

I told you once,
I told you twice,
I never break any of my promises
I hold you close,
I hold you tight,
Nothing's brighter than the stars tonight

"Oi, today was exhausting," a tired Paul sighed as he entered the living room, where you were seated on the couch in front of the television. "I'm so glad to be home. How're you doing, love?"

"Okay," you said quietly as Paul fell on the couch next to you, slipping his arms around you and kissing your temple. "You didn't have a good day?"

"It wasn't bad, it was just long," Paul chuckled. "What're you watching?"

"Gilligan's Island," you replied. "Uh..." You grabbed the remote and switched the television off. "Paul, can we talk?"

"Sure," Paul said, puzzled. "Is everything alright? You look upset."

Girl, we've been through the worst
I can tell when you're mad,
I can tell when you're hurt
Tried too hard to see it all fall,
I watch you tremble when you tell me it all

"Paul," you swallowed thickly, averting your gaze to your lap. You couldn't look at him, not into his worried doe eyes. It would just make things harder to say.

"What's going on, Y/N?" Paul asked softly. "You know you can tell me anything."

You closed your eyes and clenched your hands into fists. His words just shook you more. How were you supposed to tell him...?

"I-I think... we need to break up," you mumbled. You spoke so quietly, you weren't even sure Paul had heard you. But the tense silence that lingered for several seconds was enough for you to know that he heard you loud and clear.

"What do you mean?" Paul whispered. "You... you want to break up?"

It fills your lungs, tears flood your eyes,
Don't go, we'll never see the other side
Haunted by that kiss you stole,
The thought of you, it hurts my soul

"No," you said shakily. "I don't want to. I need to."

"Need to?" Paul repeated. You stole a brief glance at him, but you quickly looked back down at your lap; you couldn't bear to see the hurt flashing in his eyes. Worse yet, the tears... You couldn't look at the tears that you had caused. "Why do you need to? What... what went wrong?"

You didn't respond. You didn't know how to.

"I did something, didn't I?"

"No," you said quickly, shaking your head. "Paul, it's not you... I swear, it's not you."

"Then what is it!" Paul cried. "What happened? I thought we were fine! I thought..." His voice trailed off. "Do... do you not love me anymore?"

There's a void inside me that you fill,
Can't shake it, girl, it must be real
Save me from the ones that haunt me in the night,
I can't live without you, girl
So stay with me tonight

You snapped your head back up, finally looking into Paul's tear-filled eyes. Your own eyes flooded with tears. You shook your head vigorously, suppressing a sob.

"Don't you dare think that," you gasped, trembling. "Don't you ever think that! I love you so much... So much!"

"Then why?" Paul was pleading with you. "What went wrong? What happened?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Yes you do. No one does this for no reason." Another pause... another dose of silence. "Y/N, whatever happened, whatever's wrong, we can fix this. We've been through so much together already. We can get through this too. You just... you have to talk to me. Please."

His words were genuine... He needed to know. You wiped your eyes away with your sleeve and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Paul... it's those girls," you whispered.

"What girls?" Paul questioned.

"Your fans," you whimpered. "They... they tell me things. And... what if they're right?"

"What do they say?" he asked, his tone softening.

"That... that I'm ugly. That I'm worthless... and a w-whore." You felt Paul tense up. "And they say... that I don't deserve you. That you deserve someone b-beautiful and better... And I just... it makes me hate myself. It makes me think that you're... unhappy with me and want someone better than me..."

The silence was so heavy, the tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

"Who gives a shit?" Paul finally spoke. You looked up in surprise. "Who gives a shit what they think? They don't know you. They don't know us. Y/N, if they were true fans, they'd be happy for us!" He ran his hand through your hair. "And someone better than you? That's not at all possible. There's no one better than you. There's only one you. You're one of a kind, Y/N. You don't think you're beautiful? The first time I laid eyes on you, I thought I was looking at an angel. And you are. I truly believe you're an angel sent to me from heaven. And after I took you home on our first date three years ago, I told myself, 'I'm going to marry this girl someday. Do not let this one go by any means.' And I don't intend to, Y/N. I'm not letting you go."

So don't look down,
It's you and me,
I'm just tryna help you see
It's about us
And no one else,
'Cause baby, I won't let you go

Your body racked with sobs as you threw yourself into Paul's arms, burying yourself into his chest. He held you tightly, his chin rested on top of your head.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I'll be damned if I let you go. I love you too much."

"I'm sorry," you sobbed, dampening Paul's shirt with your tears. "I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be," Paul smiled. "You deserve happiness. So I'm going to do whatever I can to keep you happy."

Light up the dark,
Light up the sea,
You are the heart inside of me
Light up the dark,
Light up the ocean,
You are my thoughts, you are my notion

Don't look down...
It's you and me...
Baby, I won't let you go...

Once again, another Bars and Melody song! This one's called I Won't Let You Go. I'm gonna write an imagine for each Beatle with a BAM song, one for each of them! Next one will be for George (and will be a lot more depressing, so be prepared for that)