On January 19th 1963, The Beatles spot on the TV show Thank Your Lucky Stars aired whilst Pru was working. Everyone was so proud of "their boys" and they drank a lot more than usual in some kind of celebration. Although it was busy, a lot of money was spent which made it a "good night" in Tommy's opinion. The boys were playing at the cavern the next night, but Prudence couldn't get work off to see them yet again.

Cyn came in after the gig and only Tommy, Pru and Pru's most loyal customer, Ronald, were left in the bar.

"It's getting worse," Cyn sighed in exhaustion, sitting on a stool next to Ronald as Pru cleaned behind the bar.

"The fans?" Pru raised her eyebrows as Cyn nodded.

"Yeah. I can tell George isn't taking it as well as the others, but he's trying. Paul loves it of course, he said to say hello by the way."

Prudence blushed at the mention of Paul's name and Ronald who was listening in on the conversation and watching Prudence screwed up his nose in disgust. "You like that McCartney then?"

Pru furrowed her brows, half in anger and half in confusion. This is the first time this guy has been anything but overly nice. "He's my friend," Pru said sternly and he cowered a little. "And if I did like him it's none of your business anyway."

He stood up from his chair and mumbled something that Prudence didn't hear before walking out of the bar quickly.

"What a strange boy, he probably likes you," Cyn stared after him before turning back to Pru. "Anyway, Neil has gotten really sick so Brian had to ask Mal Evans – you know the guy at the door of the club – to drive them to their next show, so now the tour group is even larger!"

"Maybe Brian will agree to take us along next time…" Cyn nodded but frowned, knowing that wasn't going to be a likely thing to happen. Pru really wished it would though, she was already sick of staying in one place for too long, and she was becoming restless. That's what led me to travel overseas in the first place…I was sick of Australia…the people here are already starting to bore me.

"What are you lasses chatting about?" Tommy came out from the kitchen smiling when he saw it was only Cynthia and Pru left- Pru and he didn't really like Ronald and he was always the last customer there. As much as Pru didn't like to think about her boss and work, she had to admit he was good looking. He was blonde, tall and fit, and dozens of girls must have thrown themselves at him every week…when The Beatles weren't around anyway.

"We were just dreaming about being taken away on tour with the boys," Cyn sighed and dropped her head on the bar.

"I don't know if those boys are a good fit for you Pru," Tommy said light-heartedly. "They'll get you into too much trouble!"

Pru lightly swatted him with her hand, "I'm too much trouble for them I think you'll find!" He laughed and grabbed some more glasses from the bar before walking back to the kitchen.

Cyn suddenly leaned forward and pinched Pru on the arm. "Ouch! What the-"

"Tommy likes you!" She hissed, trying to make sure he couldn't here. "He's a great looking lad!"

"You think everyone likes me!" Pru rolled her eyes at Cynthia and they both laughed.

23rd January – 9:30pm

I hate working.

Prudence was keeping up her cheerful appearance at work as Tommy and her served the few customers who were enjoying a couple of drinks at The Grapes that night, as most of the regulars were at The Cavern gig the boys were playing. Of course, Ronald was sitting at the bar in front of Prudence.

"I never understand why you come here so much," Prudence shook her head as Ronald furrowed his brows. "You only ever have one drink."

"I guess I just like the company," the gangly man winked and smiled which made Prudence shiver but she managed to reply, "Thanks Ronald."

"W-would you like a lift home tonight?" he asked, gulping rather loudly and beginning to sweat. "Only if you want to!" He spat out, almost like he didn't mean to say it. Geez you think he was talking to someone famous the way he's acting.

Prudence desperately wished she could say no, he already spent enough time with her at the bar, she didn't need him to be asking her to spend more time together, but she was afraid that Cynthia might not be able to get past the large group of girls swarming Matthew Street and pick her up. "Uh…sure…thanks." I'm not walking home.

Ronald smiled like an idiot and she turned to Tommy who was pouring some drinks, but she could see he had heard the conversation judging by the smirk on his face. "Thanks for your help," she hissed as she walked past him to the kitchen and he couldn't suppress a laugh at her frustrated tone.

Matthew Street was still flooded with girls and the rare male when Pru and Tommy had finished closing, and he had quickly ushered her out the door laughing so Prudence would be forced to take Ronald's offer for a ride. He was waiting anxiously just outside the door and told her his car was just a little while down the road.

"Maybe I could give you a lift home every night," he said quietly and Prudence wanted to burst out laughing but managed to keep her cool as they walked up the street. His hand brushed hers gently and his fingers flexed as if to grab her hand. Before she could freak out and will herself not to react negatively she heard a yell from down the street and turned quickly, avoiding his grasp.

"Prudence!"

Thank fuck for Cynthia!

"Come on Pru!" Cynthia began to walk away in the opposite direction and Pru wasted no time in running after her. "Thanks Ronald, see you!" She waved behind her and didn't give him a second glance. If she did look back, she would have seen him clenching his fists and his mouth curling into a near snarl.

"Thanks for the save," Prudence breathed as she stepped out of the car outside of Mendips. "So who is here?"

Cyn locked the car and moved next to Pru, linking their arms and walking towards the door. "Just John," she said slyly, "But you'll see the others tomorrow at the gig at Brian's record store."

They walked through the door and quickly up the stairs, Cynthia turning to go to John's room, Pru turning to Mimi's. "Go take care of your rock star boyfriend," Pru winked and Cynthia giggled before opening the door and quickly shutting it, but not before calling out, "You too!"

"You too?" Pru whispered to herself before opening the door to the bedroom and shaking off her red coat Cyn had loaned her all those weeks ago, leaving her in just her black dress. She didn't bother to turn on her light, and promptly removed her dress, so she was just in her black underwear and thigh high tights and heels. She thought she heard something move in the nearly black room, and saw a figure on the bed. What the fuck.

She quickly made for the door, but the lamp beside the bed flicked on and she found a very smug Paul McCartney lying on the bed in his grey suit.

"What the fuck Paul I thought you were a rapist or something! You scared me!" She hissed at him, not wanting to disturb Cyn and John across the hall. Her heart was beating out of her chest, she had already told him she scared easily and told him never to sneak up on her. He smirked and quickly got off the bed, and made his way over to her. She tried to stay mad at him, but the hungry look in his lovely eyes made her legs turn to jelly.

She held her hands out in front of her, stopping him with her hands on his chest. "You can't just scare me like that and then get me naked." Be strong Pru.

He laughed and tried to move closer but she held her ground. "How am I meant to resist when you've done half the work for me?" He looked her up and down before grabbing her hands on his chest and dragging her towards the bed, him sitting down and her jumping onto his lap, stifling a squeal.

She tried so hard to stay mad but couldn't help but giggle as he tickled her bare sides.

"You're a bastard."

"You're ridiculous."

"Bastard."

"Crazy!"

"Bastard!"

"Insane!"

"Oh just fucking kiss me McCartney," she growled.

His lips quickly landed on her own. His lips were soft, just as she remembered and she flicked her tongue out as their lips parted. Resistance is futile.

As their tongues brushed she arched her back, her breasts pushing against Paul's suit and he felt his blood rushing southward. They were pressed together so closely that he knew that she'd feel it too, and Pru just moaned in response and tried to pull him even closer.

Her body was screaming for Paul and he broke the kiss, breathing raggedly as he yanked his suit jacket back off his shoulders, quickly followed by his shirt and tie.

When he looked up, Pru was undoing her bra and letting the straps fall loosely off of her arms.

"I've missed you," he sighed dizzily, laughing quietly.

"I've missed you too Paulie," she replied quietly, tossing her bra to the side. "I always feel like I'm at home when you are around."

"It's easy with you," Paul told her, pulling her in for another kiss. With every shift of their bodies, he could feel her bare breasts against his chest. He roughly laid her down on the mattress, her long hair spilling around her.

He reached for his belt buckle, but Pru pushed his hands away to do it herself. He kicked off his shoes instead, so when she pushed his pants and underwear down he could take them off completely.

"I just can't stay mad at you," she shook her head glaring at him, before gently wrapping her fingers around him. Paul's fingers dug into her hips, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself under control as her fingertips moved up and down his length.

"I've been told it's difficult," he agreed cheekily whilst trying to control himself.

"You're too damn pretty, that's the problem," she joked.

He only laughed and took hold of her neck and pressed their lips together roughly. She removed her hands from in-between them, resting on his shoulders before lifting her hips, grinding them against his own.

'Paul…" she sighed hazily.

"You, naked, now," he muttered. Pru squirmed as he pulled her underwear and tights down and she kicked off her heels, which were all promptly thrown on the floor. Paul slid down until his face was level with her chest.

He cupped one breast, brushing his thumb over the nipple as he lowered his head to the other and she hissed as his teeth made contact with her sensitive skin.

Sliding downward again, he placed a kiss on her stomach, next to her bellybutton, then on her hip. Pru opened her legs, and Paul reached down to slide a finger inside of her. When he flicked his tongue against her clit she moaned, and he kept going as he slowly slipped another finger inside of her. Her hands wound into his hair, and started tugging in rhythm with the slow glide of his finger. He increased his tempo, twisting his wrist back and forth on each thrust.

Pru began to moan quietly, muttering words like 'harder' and 'faster'. Paul obeyed, and was rewarded by a muffled scream into a pillow and warm fluid over his hand. Paul pushed himself up and forward, until he was lying on one elbow beside Pru.

"You do that way too easily," she grinned. Before he could respond, she reached up with both hands and yanked his head down to hers; biting his lip before she kissed him deeply. They separated, breathless and smiled as they stared at each other.

"I've been told that too," Paul smirked, and Pru shook her head laughing, reaching for him again as he moved to lie on top of her, propped up on his elbows.

"Condom please," she breathed and he quickly jumped off of her to find one, returning to the same position he was in before but now wearing protection. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he moved swiftly into her.

Paul drew back a little, and then moved forward hard and fast, and she bit down on her lip. It all blended together after that; the movement of their hips, their heaving breathing and quiet moans, her fingernails digging into him every time he hit the right spot.

He angled his hips just right and he groaned and thrust into her a final time. She wasn't quite there but his hand quickly moved between them rubbing her and soon enough she was pulsing around him and her insides were clutching and squeezing him, and he grinned as his name fell from her lips.

Paul rolled off of her and she quickly got up and put his shirt around her before climbing back into bed and facing him.

"Still won't sleep naked," Paul mused, talking to himself rather than her. "You have got to be the strangest bird I've met in a long time."

She smiled at him in the dark room. "Maybe that's why you and I are such good friends, we're both strange."

He smiled and pulled on her shoulder and she moved to snuggle into him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

"I'm angry I didn't hear from any of you," she sighed into his neck, no real anger evident in her voice.

"It's been madness, and it's hard enough to stay on top of things on the tour, and John's giving me a hard time about you."

Prudence growled into his neck in frustration. "What is his problem?"

Paul shushed her and stroked her hair but laughed a little. "He says he just doesn't like you," she began to protest but he continued talking. "But I know he is lying. I know John. He likes you, and he doesn't know how to take it."

Prudence was taken back. He likes me? John likes me? How does he like me? Fuck I sound like a fourteen year old.

"Should…should I ask him about it?" Prudence muttered, not really sure if she wanted to confront John as she wasn't completely sure of her own feelings. Do I like him?

"He won't react well to that," was what Pru managed to decipher through Paul's yawn and his arms tightened around her.

It took her a little longer to fall asleep that night, because although she was wrapped in Paul's arms, her mind was wrapped up with thoughts of John.

Cynthia had knocked on the door early that morning to make sure Paul wasn't late for the gig at 'NEMS', Brian's record store. He had gotten dressed and left the room in a few minutes, not before giving Prudence a small kiss goodbye and running downstairs.

Pru decided on having a shower before heading to the record store to watch the boys. She grabbed her t-shirt and threw it over her head, not wanting to run into Cynthia naked seeing as Paul took his shirt from her body when he had to leave. She walked towards the bathroom and gasped as the door swung open to reveal John with wet hair and his suit on.

"John," Pru breathed with a hand to her chest. John was just staring down at her as she composed herself and stared into her green eyes. Her bloody eyes, why do they have to be so fucking green.

"It's lovely to see you," was all Pru could manage and she reached out to hug him. His arms settled on her waist loosely, but as her own arms tightened around his neck, his wound further around her small waist.

She breathed in and he smelt like cigarettes and some kind of cologne and she realised how much she liked the smell…it was so…him. Why the fuck am I acting like this? I don't even like him this much…

"Alright, I know you want me to bed you, but you're not really my type Thompson."

She pulled away glaring and slapped his chest. "Fuck I try to be friendly and you always turn it into some fucking joke." She pushed past him into the bathroom and pushed him out before slamming the door in his face.

"Thompson!" He snarled before banging on the door once and walking away.

Pru leaned on the door frame and jumped as he hit it. Pru didn't even know why she reacted that way, but she figured it had something to do with these new…"Feelings".

What the fuck am I going to do now?

I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to put a chapter up I've just been feeling blah about this story and yeah. But…..I'm back and have some good chapters coming up so please forgive for the shortness (especially you FiendishThingy00 -I know I kept you waiting!) of this chapter and the lateness.

So anyway! Review and tell me how much you like it or hate me for being so late with this chapter!

Anyway, this was just a quick note to apologise so…

Hello! Goodbye!

Erin