Author's Note: This is a new fic that's going to be a little bit different. I'm so excited to share this with everyone because I've had this idea for a couple months now. Please take time to tell me what you think. I'm writing the next chapter for Something tonight and I'll update tomorrow morning.

I'll Follow The Sun

Chapter 1: Prologue

July 28, 1963

11:45 p.m.

Don't Make Me Over by Dionne Warwick started softly playing on the record player when Paul placed the needle on the disc. He walked over to the love of his life; the girl he had just finally met this morning.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as they slowly danced in his small apartment in London. She looked up at his beautiful face. His soft features were slightly illuminated in the dim lighting that the full moon outside the window provided. She stared at him, taking in this moment; he was quietly humming along with the song with his eyes closed. She rested her head on his chest once again.

She could feel his heartbeat against her temple and he could feel hers against his chest. She took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to slowly lift her head. Paul felt her place her soft lips on his neck; he held her closer.

"Lucille," Paul almost whispered to break the comfortable silence.

She acknowledged his perfect voice by tearing her lips from his neck and looking up at him.

Paul pulled away from her and gazed into her piercing ice blue eyes, "Lucille, can I call you Lucy?"

She giggled softly as she beamed at his Liverpool accent, "I told you this morning that you could."

Paul was fascinated by this girl he barely knew, but somehow he felt as if he knew everything about her. He wanted to start a conversation with her just so he could hear her accent, a perfect posh London accent that had a slight twang.

He dipped his head down slowly. As he kissed her he felt something different, something wonderful. They pulled apart from each other and smiled.

Lucy searched Paul's eyes and found lust and happiness. She didn't even think of his Beatles persona, the thing that had brought them together in the first place, as she kissed back.

Their innocent kiss had turned into a passionate one and soon the two young adults were fighting each other for fiery dominance.

Lucy stripped from her light sweater in the process and Paul freed himself from his suit jacket. Soon the sounds of their lips meshing together, zippers being unzipped, and the soft music from the record player was all that was heard in the room.

Paul pulled down his trousers never breaking the kiss with Lucy. He knew where they were headed and he had known they would end up here in the back of his mind all day. Paul helped Lucy slip out of her dress while gazing in her eyes.

He watched lustfully as she slid off her undergarments quickly and climbed beneath the covers in his bed. Paul stripped from his underwear and got into bed quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time.

Paul held himself over Lucy while he looked into her eyes and gave her soft, playful pecks on the lips. She inhaled and exhaled loudly as she looked into his eyes. Paul kissed her cheek and moved to finally enter her.

Lucy inhaled sharply at the pain and Paul whispered in her ear, "Are you alright?"

She nodded vigorously just hoping he would continue what he was doing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he began moving again and kissed behind his ear.

Later in the night, Paul talked Lucy into going for a ride with him. The pair climbed into his old VW bug and the car roared to life. Paul rolled down the windows before they pulled away from the apartment building. The nighttime summer air rushed around them as they drove onto the freeway.

They sat in a comfortable silence stealing glances at each other when the other wasn't looking. Lucy looked at the trees rushing past them as Paul drove onto a little country road all the way in Surrey outside of London. She thought to herself that she was living every girl's dream in England. She was sitting next to Paul McCartney of the Beatles in his car after making love to him.

She was just another one of the fan girls outside Abbey Road Studios that happened to catch Paul's attention one summer day. She had been running into Paul a lot lately around London and every time they would see each other they would just smile. She was walking outside the studios this morning when Paul was leaving and finally introduced himself, even though she definitely knew who he was.

Paul stopped his car in the middle of the road and turned the key to shut it off.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

Paul laughed, "I have to tell you something very important."

Lucy giggled at his urgency, "You're in the middle of the road."

"This is important, Lucy."

Paul was the only person that called her Lucy; he was the only person that had ever asked, "Paul, can you at least move out of the road?"

Paul smiled, "It'll be fine. I've wanted to say something all day."

"Okay, go ahead," Lucy smiled back at him.

"First of all, tonight was the best night ever," Paul winked at her, "I've wanted to stop and talk to you since you served me tea in the café on Abbey Road. You are so beautiful. I've wanted to tell you this for awhile now."

Lucy patiently waited for what Paul had to say.

He took a deep breath, "Lucy, I've loved yo-,"

Something crashed into the back of Paul's old VW bug and the sound of metal crunching filled Lucy's ears.

"Paul!" She screamed over the noise but there was no reply.

After the crash Lucy sat looking out her smashed window with blood running down her face from her forehead. A man limped up to her window.

He was crying, "I didn't see you. I'm so sorry; I called an ambulance from the phone in my car."

Lucy closed her eyes and just as she heard sirens; she drifted into a deep slumber, thinking of Paul's beautiful face and soft lips.

When she awoke a fireman was carrying her. She looked back and saw the mess of Paul's car and a huge truck that had slammed into the back of it. She became more alert when she saw the ambulance workers recovering Paul's limp body from the wreckage, "NO!"

"Calm down, he'll be alright," the fireman told her as ambulance workers strapped her onto a gurney.

She knew better and she took a good look a Paul's fragile face as nurses rushed his stretcher past her and put him into a separate ambulance.

He wasn't going to be alright.

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