**AN: Good news! Only a few more chapters before the go on tour and things really start happening. ;) I'm not 100% sure how things are going to go down, seeing as I don't have a solid plan, but things (usually) work out in the end. ;) OH! And massive thanks to Celestearts for commenting on every chapter every time. =) You kick major ass ma'am! Or mister. User names aren't very gender specific. =) Enjoy the 10th!

On a crisp November day, Sarah and Paul decided to spend the day in, away from the frigid winds. Paul had made himself a cup of tea and Sarah a cup of coffee. The day was going leisurely enough as Sarah scrolled through Paul's record collection. She found what she expected, a lot of Elvis and a lot of American rock & roll artists, but one beat up old record in a handmade dirty sleeve caught her attention.

"The Music Man?" Sarah said quite surprised.

"Yeah, I found it at a second-hand shop. Got it for nearly nothing. But it's not the original. It's some other version of it. All the songs are covered, taken at a different tempo or in a different key. It's not a bad album."

"I didn't know you liked musicals."

"Me cousin got me into them. I'm not the biggest fan, not that I'll ever see a show on Broadway." He smiled, with the slight dream that he would travel to New York City someday. "But it's got some real good tracks on it."

"How's 'Seventy-Six Trombones'?" she asked.

"All except that one," Paul replied. "They took it was out of time, made it sound like a drone. It's a real drag."

"Well which song is your favorite?" Paul's face lit up in a smile.

"'Till There Was You'." Sarah groaned loudly.

"I can't stand that song!" She fell off the couch dramatically onto the floor, skillfully not spilling a single drop of her coffee.

"Why not?" Paul asked.

"It's too slow and too high. I had to try to sing it in me music class when I was little. Made a fool out of myself. Never lived it down."

"This isn't the song you know. It's at a much more energetic time and the key is drastically lower. The person singing might have been a man at one point. Girls don't sing that low." Sarah laughed. She took the vinyl disk out of the paper sleeve and put it on the needle. She heard a very lively guitar version of the well known song, still slow and loving but with energy and life to it. Paul took the coffee from her hand and placed it on the ground. He took her hand and led her into his arm where he proudly began dancing with her in an upbeat and happy manner which the song portrayed. And to Sarah's amusement, Paul began singing:

"There were bells

On a hill

But I never heard them ringing

No I never heard them at all

Till there was you."

Sarah laughed at Paul's production. She was deeply touched by this showing. He spun her around, whipping her hair around and excreting another laugh.

"There were birds

In the sky

But I never saw them winging

No I never saw them at all

Till there was you.

"Then there was music

And wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn

And dew,

"There was love

All around

But I never heard it singing

No I never heard it at all

Till there was you."

"You're such a charmer," Sarah said with a laugh in her voice. "And I never thought you'd be such a wonderful dancer."

"Well, I may or may not have taken lessons and planned this whole day so I could serenade you," Paul said with a controlled grin. Sarah continued to dance in Paul's arms with a wide, shocked smile on her face.

"Did you really?" she asked passionately. Paul didn't answer, he just kept his grin. Sarah burst into a powerful laugh. "Paul McCartney, you are incredible!" He didn't reply, he simply spun her again and continued singing.

"Then there was music

And wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn

And dew,

"There was love

All around

But I never heard it singing

No I never heard it at all

Till there was you.

"Till there was you!"

Paul finished off his dance with Sarah by quickly dipping her. She wrapped her arms around the back of Paul's neck when she was brought back up. Their eyes caught. His were shining like stars, each color lit up in amazing patterns. Sarah had only seen colors like that a few times in her life, but those were all artificial experiences.

The needle hit a scratch in between song and repeated silence, so the air stood still. At the same time, Paul and Sarah leaned in and smashed their lips together. Their kiss wasn't soft like the few others were, it was passionate and needy. It was something they were both missing for a long while. Sarah's stubby nails bit into Paul's skin. His hands grazed up her shirt the slightest bit. A breathy sigh was released from Paul's throat, just on the side of a moan. Their bodies were pulled closer together, each so hungry for the other.

Before anything could even begin to happen, a call came from the front door.

"Paul I'm home!" Jim yelled to his son. The two teenagers pulled their lips away instantly but still remained wrapped in each other's hold. Paul's eyes searched Sarah's face, which replied to him with a brief smile. It was life, what were you going to do? They shared a short laugh as Paul took her hand and lead her upstairs for a jam session.

Bundle up from the bitter cold, Sarah hastily walked out of a book shop onwards to John's house. His Aunt Mimi would never let them have band practice there, but she was out all day. John would be sure to get rid of all the instruments and fix every little thing about Mimi's house before she got back. No one wanted to see Mimi Smith angry, not even John Lennon.

"Sarah Walker! Stop for a minute!" someone yelled out. Sarah turned to see three girls chasing after her. She knew them from around town; it was Betty, Wendy and Janet. They never conversed with each other.

"Can I help you?" Sarah asked.

"We heard that you're really good friends with the Beatles," Betty said. She was wearing a skirt way too short for today's frigid weather.

"Yeah, I know them," she said carefully, not entirely trusting these girls. They had… not perfect reputations.

"Do you think we could meet them?" Wendy asked with excitement in her voice. Sarah sighed heavily. This was guaranteed to happen eventually. The Beatles were becoming bigger and bigger it seemed as the days went on. Brian and Martin was working magic on them, with radio hit after radio hit. They were quickly becoming, not just the hottest thing in Liverpool, but the hottest thing in England. Even the entire UK. Hell, even America was starting to get a taste of their sound and go crazy for it! It was only a matter of time before people would find her to get to them. They even joked about it sometimes, saying they'll find a new bird to hang around with and leave Sarah high and dry.

"I can get you girls autographs if that's what you want," Sarah said.

"No, we'd like something a bit more personal," Betty replied. Now that confused and concerned Sarah.

"How personal?" she asked highly on guard.

"One night," Janet said. "They can do whatever they want, it's their call. But we want one night." Their proposition hung in Sarah's brain for a moment. She knew exactly what they were asking for, but she wasn't sure how to respond.

"Okay," she replied slowly. "I'll tell them your names and I'll call you if they want to take you three up." After a quick excited squeal from the trio, they ran back to wherever they came from.

Finally arriving at John's house, she shucked off her bulky clothes. She noticed one of them missing.

"Where's Richie?" she asked.

"Went out to buy a pack of smokes. He'll be back soon," George answered.

"What took you so long then, baby?" John asked, re-tuning his guitar while the others waited.

"You won't believe what happened on my way over here."

"Oh gossip!" John literally threw his guitar to the ground and jumped over various furniture pieces to fall on the couch, head in his hands, looking at Sarah like a school girl. "How I absolutely love it! Please tell me more!"

"Shove it Lennon." She dropped her coat on his face and walked towards the two other, more behaved, boys. "There were these three girls that I don't know that well, and they asked for you."

"Do we know them?" Paul asked.

"No they were just fans of yours."

"Fans?" John jumped up off the couch and returned to the group.

"What did they want?" George asked.

"I'm going to turn to John for this answer because he'll understand it better than you two." She looked John Lennon straight in the eye and asked, "What do you think they wanted?" Sarah knew John's mind was only capable of understanding two things: rock & roll and sex. So nearly instantly, his face lit up.

"Brilliant! So what did you tell them?" he said laughing from excitement.

"I told them I'd see how you all faired with it," Sarah answered.

"What is he talking about?" Paul asked incredibly confused.

"Sarah found three- wait, were the pretty?" John asked turning to his female friend. Sarah stuttered slightly.

"Well… they were decent enough."

"Sarah found us three pretty birds to shag! Found 'em right off the street! Asking for us nonetheless! You know what this means right?" The room was silent. "We're huge now! We've actually got girls trying to get with us now!"

"Now what do we do?" George asked, a smile ever growing on his young face.

"I mean, I can find them and tell them you're interested. But just know that this will start something. More and more girls will want you the bigger you get."

"If anyone comes up to you," John started, "you just send them to us." When Richard returned, the band shared a jubilant celebration, with pats on the back, hand shakes and buzzing excitement. All except Paul.

That night, Paul and Sarah grew tired of life inside four walls. Despite the cold, the two spent the entire evening roaming outside, from the moment the sun went down till the moon was hanging high in the sky.

The air stood still as a statue, not a single breeze bringing it to life. This kept the cold down enough for each of them to remove most of their late year coats. They walked hand in hand past a small lake in a park that they may or may not have snuck into. The extra chill from the water bit their noses and brought them closer together. The sky was a dark black against the darker black of the water. The stars shined in the night with a perfect copy of the moon on Earth next to the lovely couple, so close it made Sarah yearned to reach out and touch it.

The dead silence was welcome between the two, accompanied only by the dried leaves crunching underneath their feet. However, it was broken by Paul, who had wanted to speak for quite some time now.

"Did you contact those girls?" he asked without halting their pace.

"Yes," Sarah replied.

"What did you tell them?"

"I said that 'the band is interested in partaking in certain activities that were previously discussed'." Sarah smirked at the memory of their responses, obviously not ready to hear such formality in the conversations of sex.

"Did you tell them that I want no part in it?" This halted their pace. Sarah turned to him.

"Why not?" She said it in such a way that implied that was all Paul ever wanted, that sex was the most basic need anyone could ever have and he was denying it. It brought many questions about his friend to his head.

"I don't understand you sometimes. You seem so safe and cut off at times, and other times you're so willing to put yourself out there."

"I don't understand Paul. What are you trying to say?"

"It's just that… sometimes when we're out you'll ignore every eye that looks at you. You'll even avoid my gaze sometimes. But other times, it's like you can't get enough attention. And this happens more often than not. They'll look at you and you'll look right back. They'll come up and talk to you and you'll talk right back. And they'll say sometime or do something that you're all too keen with." He looked down at her in an odd way, almost like he was judging her. Her flirtatious personality for a long time hadn't been sitting well with him. He will admit, he himself was a flirt but not in the way Sarah was. She gave back what the boys were giving her, like she secretly wanted it too. This hit a nerve in Sarah, with Paul's eyes cast on her.

"Don't you dare look at me like that Paul McCartney, don't you dare," she said with a soft anger seething into her voice. If venom had a sound that would be it. "I know what you're thinking and it's not true. I do not go around asking for it from every guy that breathes. I'm not loose, and I'm not easy. I'm not a s-" She cut herself off before the word could leave her lips. She then felt tears prickling at her eyes. It hit her so fast that she couldn't stop herself and she began crying heavily. Paul pulled her close to his chest, keeping her warm and keeping her loved.

"Shh, shh, no. I didn't think that at all. You're good, I swear you're good." He let her cry her heart out. The one question he never got an answer to still burned in his mind: "Did your father take your virginity?" Sarah stayed quiet until she softly answered, "It doesn't matter." He knew that was a lie and she knew that was a lie but what was true was that Sarah still didn't trust Paul enough to tell him her biggest secret. After all they went through she still didn't care for him enough to tell him. Or at least that's how Paul saw it. But he wouldn't push her to answer it. What he was feeling for Sarah was possible borderline on the feelings of love and those feelings were too strong to make her do anything she wasn't ready for.

"Paul, we have a real problem," she said pulling away from him. "Whatever relationship we have right now has to end."

"What do you mean?" Paul's blood was slowly boiling.

"Any fans you have now have their eyes on you and the band. Having a girl on your arm isn't a good image for a starting group. No one wants a band where one of the members isn't desirable."

"So you don't want me because I'm famous now?" If anything, I want you more so all those other birds know who you belong to. That was obviously kept to herself.

"Brian will tell you the same thing. Why do you think he's making John take his wedding ring off in public and hide Cyn?"

"Because John is a bloody moron who got a girl pregnant and married her to make it alright. He's not us!"

"If Brian doesn't want John married, do you really think he'll want us together? He's jumping through hoops to hide Lennon and he'll flip if we ruin your image by going steady."

"I don't give a damn what Brian thinks!" Paul yelled. "I want to be with you and to hell with the fans who don't agree."

"Paul, for the first time ever, you really have a chance at becoming famous. Very famous. I would have thought it crazy before but you do have potential to become bigger than Elvis." She hit Paul's button. His eyes softened and he physically calmed a bit. "I'll be damned if I'm the reason the Beatles don't take off. I've seen you four suffer in the Cavern long enough. It's time for bigger and better things." Paul sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair.

"How long should we be apart?" he asked dreadfully.

"As long as it takes. At least until you hit it big. When you've got your fans adoration, then it won't matter if you've got a girl or not." Just to make a joke, Sarah added, "How about when John admits he married Cynthia?" He smirked.

"Do you want to be with me or not?" Sarah chuckled, but it disappeared.

"It'll take a long time Paul, but I'm willing to wait for you." Paul's eyes brightened with hope.

"Really?"

"I'd do anything for you," she said, not thinking twice into her words. Until Paul replied with: "I wouldn't ask you to do anything you didn't want to." She gazed at him and folded into his chest, pulling his arms tight around her. He kissed her hair and breathed her in. She smelt of strawberries and jasmine and amber, all rolled into an essence that was totally Sarah. He was sure he fell just a little bit in love with her that night. He said nothing though.

They just stood there together in the moonlight.