IMAGINE #9 : PAUL McCARTNEY

FOR georgeharriison

Lottie was only there to replace her best friend in the set of A Hard Day's Night. Her best friend was a model, and had been selected for the role of an extra. However, her luck seemed to go dry the day before shooting was set to begin. Her best friend had woken up with an awful stomach flu.

She spent much of her time chugging down medicine and hugging the toilet. She cursed the tacos she'd eaten the previous day, and wept. The next morning when she still didn't feel any better, she woke up Lottie from her sleep. She shook her shoulders violently. (It felt violent to Lottie, anyway.)

"I need you to replace me."

"Huh?" Lottie rubbed her half open eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"On the set of the film. Tell them you're me. You look close enough to me that they won't tell you anything."

"You're the model," Lottie meekly replied. "I'm not sure about this. I don't want to get caught and get in trouble. What if my visa is taken away?"

Her best friend rolled her eyes. Lottie got up from bed and headed to the restroom. When she returned, her best friend had set out clothes on the bed Lottie could wear for the day.

"Lottie! Please!" She begged. "I'll be all better soon. I just need you to go there and look pretty. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Alright."

Lottie got up and put on the clothes. She even let her best friend run a comb through her hair, while Lottie brushed her teeth in a hurry. She headed to the set of the film by taking the train. All throughout, she couldn't help but think of how bad of an idea this was.

When she got there, someone of an importance (Lottie was too nervous to ask about their job title) only looked at her once and pulled her along. She was given a costume to wear, a uniform it seemed. She put it on, and did as told. She stood where she was told to stand, and smiled when she was told to smile. She could see the Beatles in the distance. It was all exhilarating, but somehow Lottie was able to manage it by maintaining herself in a state of denial.

She wasn't really here, nope.

It was all fine, yep.

Somehow she made it through the first day without being discovered. She headed to an empty grass area where there was no one in sight. She eat the sandwich her best friend had sloppily made in a hurry, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Nice nail color," a voice behind her said. Lottie's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "Oh, sorry. That was the lamest way to say hello."

Lottie kept her sandwich close, as though guarding it. It worked well as a barrier.

"I find hello works just as well."

"So it does," he said. "I'm Paul, and you are?"

"Lottie."

"Lottie, nice to meet you," Paul said. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. "I saw you wander off and decided to keep you company. You alright?"

Hahaha.

No.

Lottie was anxious. She was sick to her stomach. She was panicking about sitting right next to Paul McCartney and saying the wrong thing.

"Truth?"

"I'd love nothing more."

"I feel homesick," Lottie said. She was homesick, now that she'd said it. She'd been in London for the past two weeks visiting her best friend. She was returning by the end of the week, luckily. Lottie really wasn't built for traveling. She rather enjoyed home.

"Ah, yes, American?"

"Hmm," was all Lottie was able to reply without giving too much away. Paul titled his head, and looked at Lottie. He really looked at her, as though he could see at her soul just by staring at her eyes.

Maybe he could, for all she knew.

He was Paul Freaking McCartney.

"How'd you end here?"

Lottie considered the question. Finally, she let out a sigh. She was far too nervous. She needed to tell someone or she was going to explode.

"My best friend. She's a model. She invited me to visit her, I hadn't seen her in a couple of years. She got sick and couldn't come in, so she asked me to take her spot while she feels better."

"Model by destiny," Paul found Lottie's words rather amusing. He smiled. Lottie couldn't help but smile too. Then, she let out a sigh at how ridiculous this was. This would be a good story one day, she knew that.

"Something like that. We're the same height, and build, same eye color and hair color. It just made sense, I suppose," Lottie said. "People think we're sisters," she realized she'd gone on far too much, and looked at Paul. She found the courage to ask him a question. "Anyway, what about you? What are you doing here?"

He lifted up his cigarette. "That and I needed some air. I'm sure they'll find out in a second I'm all the way out here and pull me by the hair."

"You should go. It's such nice hair. I wouldn't want it to get ruined."

"Do you really think it's nice?"

"I do."

"Has anyone figured out you aren't your friend?" Paul asked. Lottie didn't feel as scared about being found out anymore. If she was, then that would be it. She'd met Paul, she'd gotten a story and an experience out of this. She was happy enough with the outcome.

"Nope, like I said, I replace her easily and she could replace me easily."

"No one is easily replaced. We're all different, that's what makes us special," he said. In the distance, Paul saw people waving to him. He rolled his eyes, but got up nevertheless. "Oh, gotta run. See you around?"

"Sure."

That was the first time Lottie met Paul.

But it wouldn't be the last.

. . .

[ a/n: georgeharriison my girl Lottie!! I know this is rather short, and if you want me to write a part two of this, then please do let me know and I'll gladly do it!! I hope you enjoyed this 💕💕]