PREVIOUSLY...

"Macca, what the fuck was that?!" John slurred and scowled, meeting Paul at the bar. Paul quickly looked up at John before leaning back slightly from the odour of alcohol radiating off him.

"What was what?" Paul squinted his eyes, still feeling his breathing slightly heavy.

"That! Right there! You know you can have literally any girl you want, and you just pushed three of them away!" He raised his voice, widening his eyes as he waved his arms around in drunken motions.

"I... I just didn't want to do anything." Paul mumbled, looking down.

"Why?! You could've had any of them! All of them!" John's voice started to get slightly louder with each exclamation, staring at Paul with a genuine baffled expression.

"B-Because.." Paul shrugged, looking back up at John, "What would Daisy think?" He stuttered, feeling his voice getting quieter.

"What would Daisy think?" John questioned, "What would Daisy think?!" He repeated, louder this time, "You're not together anymore, who gives a flying fuck what Daisy thinks?! You've got girls falling at your bloody feet!" He let out a heavy breath before looking behind him as a different girl tapped him on the shoulder, smirking and winking at her as he reached down for one of her hands.

"I- I.... I don't know..." Paul spoke nervously, darting his eyes around the room awkwardly before inhaling sharply as John quickly spun back around, prodding Paul's chest with his index finger, speaking firmly as he looked down at him;

"Paul, you're in a rock n roll band, for Christ sake. Start acting like it."

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Chapter five - Let Yourself Go

"All you've got to do is just... Let yourself go." - Elvis Presley, Let Yourself Go.

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"Shove off." Paul spoke quietly, staring down at his feet to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"What's wrong, Paul? Can't you get it up anymore, hm?" Stuart teased, sniggering to himself.

"Have you forgotten how to do it, Macca?" Pete chuckled, making his way back over to them with his hands latched around a girl's waist, "Has it really been that long?"

Paul rolled his eyes and turned to walk in the opposite direction and toward the toilets, shoving his hands into his leather jacket pockets.

"Paul." George spoke softly, patting Paul's shoulder with his finger as he followed him into the hallway. Paul gritted his teeth and turned around, raising his eyebrows.

"What?! Are you going to have a dig at me, too?" He squinted his eyes, looking George up and down.

"They don't mean it, Paul. They know, w-well, I know you're hurt." George swallowed hard, chewing the inside of his lip.

"They're being dickheads." Paul shook his head, flaring his nostrils as he clenched his fists in his pockets.

"But... You didn't rise to it. You walked away, right? And you had not one, not two, but three girls all over you!" George widened his eyes.

"Y-Yeah... Well, I don't want to upset Daisy. If I get with someone tonight and the news gets back to Daisy, how would she react?! She-.." Paul got cut off by George covering his mouth and shaking his head quickly.

"Paul, no! Look, please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want this to ruin your time here. Listen, you and Daisy aren't together anymore. You don't have to worry about her finding out about anything, so what if she does?! It's nothing to do with her. You're here to get paid for doing what you love, music, yeah? So have fun while you're here! Forget about home, just... Go have fun." George narrowed his eyebrows, placing his hands on Paul's shoulders and playfully shaking him for a few moments, chuckling.

"I- I..." Paul took a deep breath before turning to look in the direction of the sound of a door opening behind them. One of the women from earlier was walking out of the bathroom, carefully pushing her long, blonde hair back over her shoulders. The dress she was wearing fit beautifully, perfectly over her wonderful figure, defining everything Paul loved to see on a woman.

"Go have fun." George repeated his words as a whisper into Paul's ear from behind, shoving him in the direction of the woman. Paul widened his eyes and stumbled forward, the loud sound of his teddy boy boot hitting the floor making the girl turn to him. Paul's lips parted, unsure of what to say as their eyes suddenly met each other's. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, hoping that George was still there. He wasn't.

"W-Well, I can see you a hell of a lot clearer in this light." Paul chuckled nervously, scratching the nape of his neck. The girl stayed silent, lightly biting down on her bottom lip, "Wh-What's your name, love?" He blinked hard.

"Claudia." The girl responded, stepping closer to him.

"W-Well, I'm-.." Paul began to stutter.

"Paul. I know.. The guy who didn't want girls around him." She rolled her eyes playfully, pushing his chest. Paul chucked faintly, unsure of what else to do, "Why doesn't a pretty boy like you not want girls hanging off his shoulder?" She arched a brow seductively, making Paul swallow hard.

"I... I was just a little overwhelmed, that's all." Paul spoke slightly quieter, trying to play it cool. He'd never keep her attention if he started blubbering on about Daisy.

"Bullshit. You've got to be used to it by now." Claudia rolled her eyes, making Paul nervously push his hands into his pockets.

"I'm no celebrity!" Paul laughed out his words, shaking his head slightly.

"I bet you're pretty famous for breaking hearts." She smirked, licking her lips slowly.

"More like the other way around..." Paul mumbled under his breath, adverting his gaze to the floor for a few moments. He noticed Claudia's lips starting to part as if she was going to ask what he'd just said, so he butted in, "I- I'm not seeing anyone... Now."

"Oh? Why are you so nervous around women, then?" She questioned, tilting her head as she kept her eyes directly on him.

"I'm... I'm not. I'm just tired, you know. It's been a lot of traveling today." He swallowed hard, looking around nervously.

"You're not? Hm. Prove it..." She squinted her eyes, holding out her hand, "Come with me." She winked, gesturing for Paul to take her hand. His eyes widened slightly as he placed his hand on top of her's, holding onto it. She smiled innocently and quickly turned in the other direction, leading them toward the back end of the corridor and toward the back door.

Paul couldn't remember the last time he'd been this nervous about being with a girl. He held onto her hand tightly and followed close behind as she walked out of the door and quickly in the direction of the next building. Paul's eyes darted around rapidly, trying to take in everything that was going on. The streets were loud and heaving, full of stumbling people and the stench of beer. As they both climbed up the steps at the side of the building, Paul found himself in front of a door of a small flat. He chewed his bottom lip nervously, blinking hard as Claudia fumbled around in her purse for a key before opening the door and holding it wide for Paul to follow her inside.

"N-Nice place you've got here, love..." Paul stuttered nervously, shutting the door behind him and following Claudia with his eyes as she carefully placed her purse on the small table in the middle of the room. It wasn't the biggest flat he'd ever seen, but it was better than what he and the lads were staying in. It was cozy.

"Thank you, Paul." She smiled proudly, placing her jacket over the back of one of the chairs at the table.

"I think it's much more accommodating than where I'm staying." He chuckled, stepping further into the room.

"You think?" Claudia walked toward him, setting her hands on her hips, "I bet that's not all you're thinking, Paul."

"Pardon?" Paul's voice appeared slightly uneasy, finding himself unable to break eye contact.

"I've heard that you've given some of the women here the best night of their lives..." Claudia whispered, now just inches away from Paul.

"W-Well, I mean... That's nice of them to say." Paul spoke in a croaky tone. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek lightly and lingering her lips against his skin for a few moments. Paul's chest was tight and his breathing was becoming more and more sharp, unsure of whether he should put his hands on her waist... As much as he wanted to. He didn't know what he was about to do, he didn't even know if it was the right thing. All he knew right now is that this is what he had been wanting. This is what he had missed. He might have been in a relationship with Daisy but it had been a while since he felt their bodies pressed to one another, their fingertips repeatedly exploring each other's body as if it was a new discovery all over again. He had just missed the feeling of someone wanting him.

"Are you capable of that, Paul?" She whispered seductively into his ear, almost making it possible to hear the smirk in her voice. Paul made a soft noise, his body trembling from head to toe as she teasingly pressed her lips to his ear.

"I- I am..." He whispered back weakly, his hands finally making their way to her body. Claudia pulled her head back and gazed deeply into his eyes, moving her hands from his shoulders to lock her arms around his neck. Suddenly, in that moment, Paul forgot everything. He had a beautiful woman in front of him, dying for his attention. His breathing became shallow and, in that moment, he just let go.
Within seconds, Paul's lips were pressed to her own, both of them breathing in synch as their bodies moulder into one another. Paul slid one of his hands down her waist and toward her thigh, carefully pulling it up to hook around his waist as his fingertips lightly caressed along her skin. Claudia made a soft noise, her eyes falling shut in delight as her chest pounded madly. Her fingers pushed into his thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck and stayed there for a few long moments as their tongues desperately sought entrance into each other's mouths. Paul tilted his head, grunting softly into her mouth as their tongues tangled together, feeling Claudia's fingers starting to play with the collar of his leather jacket, bringing him slightly further away from the wall so she could push it off his shoulders before tugging his shirt up and over his head.

"Mm..." Claudia growled, instantly pressing their lips back together before his shirt even hit the floor. He gradually lowered her foot back to the floor and began to stumble backward toward the bedroom, their hands firing all over each other's bodies.

"Ugh, Claudia, look what you're doing to me..." Paul smirked against her lips as they reached the small, boxed bedroom, pushing his hips forward several times to meet hers.

"What? I don't have control over your body, Paul." Claudia spoke against his lips, resting her hands against his bare chest with an innocent grin.

"I want you to, though..." Paul whimpered, sliding his hands down to her ass as his lips trailed down to the side of her neck, delicately kissing and sucking at the skin as he pulled her body back against his.

"You want me to what, Paul?" She questioned seductively, lightly scratching her hands teasingly and soothingly slow down the front of his body.

"H-Have control..." Paul's voice quivered in anticipation as he felt Claudia's fingers starting to fumble with his belt buckle, practically panting out his words, "Have control of my body, Claudia."

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"Again, again..." Paul whimpered into her ear, turning on his side and sweeping his hand back and forth over her naked body.

"Again? There'll be nothing left of you." Claudia teased, looking up at him while laying on her back.

"Mm, that was exactly what I need, love." Paul breathed out his words, his chest still moving up and down heavier than usual.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Claudia rolled her eyes playfully, sitting up slightly and pushing her hair back over her shoulders.

"Absolutely. Did you?" Paul winked, crinkling his nose as he kept his gaze on hers.

"Did I enjoy relieving Paul, of the biggest band in Hamburg?" She arched a brow, giggling slightly as she spoke quietly under her breath, "Several times... In several different ways..." She widened her eyes slightly, "It was an honour." She bit her lip, smiling to herself.

"Well, I'm glad. I appreciate it." Paul chuckled, reaching over for his boxers, "I suppose I better get going, love. We're back to the shows tomorrow."

"What was this then, your welcome back treat?" Claudia teased, reaching for her robe and pulling it on as Paul hopped off the bed in his boxers, starting to get dressed properly.

"If that's what you like to call it, love." Paul shrugged with a smirk, zipping his pants up and feeding his belt through his belt loops before pulling his shirt back on and walking back into the other room to retrieve his leather jacket.

"I'd like to call it a lot of fun." Claudia grinned as she followed him into the room, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I can't deny that." Paul nodded, grinning back at her as he pushed his hair back with his fingers, "Thanks for tonight, love. You made me realise how much fun I'd have missed out on."

"My pleasure." She licked her lips slowly as Paul leaned forward, pecking her cheek gently.

"My pleasure. I'm sure I'll see you around,
Claudia. Goodnight." Paul nodded, opening the door and flashing her an appreciative smile.

"Goodnight, Paul." Claudia sighed softly, smiling as she closed the door.
Paul turned to walk back down the stairs at the side of the building, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and place it in his mouth. He inhaled deeply after lighting it, licking along his bottom lip before blowing it out. His entire body felt like it was on an all time high, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this fresh and relieved. To have a woman's hands, and a very beautiful woman at that, all over his body... It's exactly what he'd wanted. It might not have been Daisy, but it still felt good. There was still a bit of guilt there but he fought through feeling bad by relaying John's words back and forth in his head, 'You're not together anymore! Who gives a flying fuck what Daisy thinks?!'. He knew he couldn't live the rest of his life worrying if he was going to upset the girl who didn't even want to be with him anymore.

As he made his way back toward where he and the lads were staying, he felt his bladder pulling him toward a familiar alleyway. He always passed it each time he visited, and he always felt the need to mark his territory, too. After all, it was also the first place he had ever had outdoor sex. He began to walk down it and hung the cigarette between his lips as he unbuckled his belt, glancing down between his feet as the liquid hit the floor. He scowled slightly and looked to his side, feeling like someone was watching him from a distance. Out of the shadows, a lady began to approach him. She had a slightly puffy polka dot dress on and bright red heals with her hair tied up in a bun.

"Can I help you, love?" Paul raised his eyebrows, bringing his free hand up to pull the cigarette away from his mouth, "Sorry about this. I just had to, y'know."

"P-Paul?" The lady questioned, looking no more than in her mid 20s, her piercing green eyes looking at him through the darkness.

"Yes, that's me." He chuckled, turning his attention back to making sure he wasn't getting his feet wet.

"I saw you... Coming out of the club. You were playing in the club, right?" She questioned, stepping slightly closer to him.

"That's right." Paul nodded, looking back over at her.

"May I say, you did a wonderful job." She blushed, biting her lip gently as Paul turned his head to face her.

"Thank you! I aim to please." He winked. The girl gasped and smirked, squinting her eyes playfully as she approached him further, looking him up and down.

"Is that so?" She whispered, gazing up at him with a seductive expression, "And I bet you can... Please."

"I, well... I... Certainly try my best." He shrugged in a playful, casual way.

"Oh, I have no doubt about it." She spoke in a low, sensual tone. Paul swallowed hard and felt his body starting to react to her words, his breathing getting faster. Although, this time, he felt nowhere near as nervous. It was as if meeting Claudia had given him a whole new burst of confidence, like she had almost set him free, in a way. He turned to her with a smirk and began starting to buckle his pants back up until he felt her hands grasp his wrists, stopping him as she leaned forward, humming just inches away from his lips, "Mm, there's no need for that." She lifted his wrists and spun him around, pressing them against the cold, stone wall as she gazed up at him, his crotch still hanging wide open. Paul's eyes widened in shock but he felt his lips forming back into a smug smirk, mumbling to himself incoherently under his breath,

"Two girls in one night? McCartney, you absolute stud."

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By the time Paul was making his way back into the room he was sharing with the rest of the lads, it was quite a way into the early hours of the morning. He took a few final drags from yet another cigarette he had lit before stubbing it out in the ashtray, kicking his shoes off. He took off his leather jacket and placed it over the back of one of the chairs before walking toward his bed.

"McCartney, is that you?" Pete called, trying to look for him through the darkness.

"It's me." Paul called back, grinning to himself as he pulled down his leather pants, "Where's Stu?"

"He's over at Astrid's. Where have you been?" George asked, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Oh, you know. Just having some fun." Paul wiggled his eyebrows, throwing his shirt at the side of his bed before climbing under the covers and pulling them up to his chin.

"So, did you get your end wet, then, Macca?" John asked in a silly voice, making the rest of the lads laugh. Paul rolled his eyes but smirked to himself in the darkness.

"Piss off." He tried not to laugh, puffing his pillow slightly before laying his head back down.

"That's definitely a yes." John chuckled, clapping sarcastically as the others sniggered at him. Paul stayed quiet and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes.
Today had certainly taken a drastic turn; he had gone from crying over Daisy to getting with two different women within even an hour between each other. On one hand he felt quite happy and confident with himself, but on the other he still felt even the smallest bit of guilt about neither of the girls being Daisy. But if he wanted to enjoy his time here, he'd have to take on board what the lads were telling him and try his best just to forget her. No girl would want to get with him if all he did was whine about his ex all the time. He had to move on and start thinking about himself, and, from the result of tonight, he had made a pretty good start.

Sooo... Is Paul really happy with himself that he's got with two girls? Is he thinking that he's getting over Daisy or is he being peer pressured into it by the other lads?
Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful new year!!!