November 1960.

​As the soft breeze brushed its way through the trees, an 18-year-old boy made his way down the chilly street. He lifted his hand and placed the cigarette between his lips, taking a drag before exhaling the smoke. He lowered his hand again, hearing the sound of his leather jacket as it made a creaking noise each time he moved his arm. He glanced in a shop window as he passed by, licking his fingertips lightly before pushing them through the sides of his hair, leaving the cigarette hanging between his lips. He checked his reflection to admire himself for a moment.

​"Oh!" He cleared his throat in an embarrassed tone as he noticed someone looking back at him on the other side of the glass, looking around to make sure no one else had seen him preening before starting to follow a path that led off the street, keeping the cigarette between his fingers. He always needed to make sure he looked good for his girl.

​He'd met Daisy at a gig he was playing at not so long ago and they'd been engaged in an on-off relationship ever since. She loved that he was in a band and the fact that they both admired the same people. Paul often tried his best to look like Elvis which definitely won her approval. He always made sure he didn't shave off his sideburns, even though there was barely any stubble to shave off his actual face, and he never skipped slapping on plenty of hair vaseline in order to achieve that famous teddy boy styled hairdo.

​Just before he reached his destination, he took one final drag on the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stubbing it out with his teddyboy boots. He was going to meet Daisy, his girlfriend, at her friend's house. She'd been with a longtime, childhood friend for the afternoon, and was planning on coming to Paul's gig this evening at The Casbah Coffee Club.

​William, Daisy's friend, wasn't exactly familiar with Paul, but, from what Paul had been able to gather, he and Daisy had been friends for as long as she remembered. In her words, her "childhood best friend". The relationship between William and Daisy had originally been a problem to Paul due to Paul's jealousy issues, making it difficult to maintain the relationship. Paul couldn't lie; he didn't like the fact that she spent so much time with William but he didn't want it to come between them. He knew she needed her own space just as much as he did, so he learned to deal with it.

​"Hi, Paul!" Daisy called, making her way down the path leading from William's door towards the gate. She smiled as Paul beat her to it, holding it open for her.

​"Hello, love," he beamed, leaning down to peck her cheek. He raised a brow as she quickly turned her head, making their lips press against each other.

​"Oh!" Paul crinkled his nose, winking. Daisy stuck her tongue out at him and slid her fingers down his forearm, linking their fingers together as they turned to walk back down the street, "Did you have a nice afternoon at William's?"

​"It was fun. His mother was there so she made us some dinner and we were talking about our astronomy class." Daisy laughed softly, squeezing Paul's hand. "They're going away for a while, though... So this may be the last time I see him for a few months."

​"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Paul nodded, swinging their arms.

​"Did you get up to much, hmmm?" Daisy arched a brow.

​"Band practice. We think we nailed it for tonight," Paul smiled proudly, gazing down at Daisy, "Are you still up for coming tonight?"

​"Oh, absolutely!" Daisy nodded enthusiastically. Paul nodded back appreciatively and turned his head to look back down the pavement. Both of them walked in comfortable silence.

​Daisy was still in school and studying. She had a very keen interest in science, particularly astronomy. Paul found the fact that she was so ridiculously smart a good turn on. He loved showing her off to people. Or showing other people what was his, what they couldn't have. Paul didn't have a clue about astronomy, but he still listened to what she had to say. He knew it made her happy so he made time for it, he didn't brush it to one side just because it wasn't a field he was really interested in.

"After you." Paul said, holding his garden gate open for her once they reached his house. She leaned up and pecked his cheek as a way of saying thank you. Paul loved her spontaneous gestures. They made their way up to the front door and unlocked it, knowing that there was only his younger brother, Mike, inside and he wouldn't have a key; his father would have locked it on his way out.

"Paul?" A slightly younger voice called from behind the closed living room door. Paul kicked his shoes off into the 'secret cupboard' beneath the stairway before pushing the door open and standing in the doorway.

"Hello," Paul smiled, clearing his throat, "we're just going to pop upstairs and get ready for tonight."

"Yeah, sure...get ready." Mike responded in a sarcastic tone as he rolled his eyes. Daisy smiled shyly when she realised what he was getting at while Paul shook his head, not even replying to Mike's comment. He turned back to Daisy and closed the door behind him before leading her up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Just ignore him." Paul chuckled, reaching over and rubbing Daisy's shoulder.

"He sure loves to wind you up," Daisy laughed along with him.

"Wait here, I'll be right back. I need to go and grab my clothes from the pantry downstairs and hopefully we'll be able to slip out of here before dad gets home. That way, we'll be able to avoid any earache from him because I'm not wearing 'smart trousers'." Paul tried not to laugh before turning to walk back down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom he turned right and stopped just before he reached the kitchen door, opening the door to the left of him and quickly reaching in for his leathers, hidden in the corner. He quietly shut the door and tucked the pants and boots under his arms and ran back up the stairs again and into his room. He found Daisy waiting patiently, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Is this the Paul McCartney strip show?" Daisy giggled, crinkling her nose.

"How did you guess?! You've got front row view, too!" Paul teased playfully, tossing his leather jacket to the side and wiggling his eyebrows as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head then tossing it to the floor.

"Paul!" She gasped, covering her mouth slightly, "At least close your curtains first!"

"Hmm... You didn't say that the other night." He smirked.

"Shut up," Daisy mumbled shyly, stretching her legs out and playfully nudging him with her foot. Paul chuckled mischievously to himself and grabbed his white shirt. Daisy watched in awe as she found her eyes trailing down his chest and stomach, then back up again. He had a wonderfully shaped body. It was also so soft and cuddly. His collar bones were defined and stood out in the most attractive way, almost making it impossible not for her to jump on him. She kept her eyes glued as he swiftly unzipped and unbuttoned his crotch, pushing his pants down his legs before stepping out of them. She loved his thighs... His lovely, hairy thighs... And he loved them being scratched. She moved her eyes back and forth from his ankles to the top of his thighs, chewing innocently on the inside of her cheek. Paul positioned the leather pants in front of him and stepped into them, trying his best to concentrate as he pulled the tight material up his legs. Daisy bit down on her lip as she watched him, forcing herself not to laugh. Paul didn't notice, only scowling to himself and making little grunts and whines as he tried to pull his pants up his thighs. He gave them one tug, hoping that it would work, but it only resulted in him stumbling backward. Daisy giggled to herself and quickly stood up, grabbing Paul's arms.

"Mmmm...come here..." She shook her head playfully, pulling him back to regain his balance. Paul pouted his lips and narrowed his eyes, dropping his arms by his sides in defeat. Daisy pursed her lips to prevent herself from laughing again and reached down to grab the openings of his pants. Paul made a playful noise in response and jokingly sucked his belly in as she yanked the pants all the way up his legs before carefully bringing the button together at the top and zipping his crotch up teasingly slow. Paul watched her closely, trying to hide the fact that his chest was getting tighter from the teasing way she was helping him get dressed. She gently patted his crotch before pulling her hands away, gazing up at him with an innocent grin, "All done."

Paul narrowed his eyes at her again before placing his hands on her hips, bringing her closer to him as his lips pressed against hers. Daisy kissed him back and moaned as the kiss grew deeper. She slowly crept her hands up his chest before moving them to the sides of his head, lightly rubbing her fingertips against his sideburns before locking them around his neck.

"Come over here, you little tease." Paul whispered against her lips, backing her up against his bed before sitting down on it and pulling her into his lap, keeping his arms securely wrapped around her.

"Mm...Paulie..." Daisy sighed, grinning innocently before gasping when she felt his tongue slide between her lips. She slowly parted her lips to allow him entrance, making a soft noise against his lips and keeping one of her hands pressed against his cheek while she let her other hand rest against his thigh. Paul took a shaky breath against her mouth. Daisy smirked to herself and slowly began moving her hand up, hearing the material of his trousers make some kind of noise as her fingertips brushed against it. Paul's tongue immediately tangled with hers and she began to feel him fidgeting slightly, knowing that this would genuinely get him worked up. Paul felt his breath hitch in his throat, making his body tremble slightly.

"Paul!" A male voice shouted from the doorway, making Paul and Daisy both instantly shoot their heads up.

"Dad!" Paul exclaimed in shock, still feeling in a daze from everything that had just happened. Daisy covered her mouth in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks growing red.

"Paul, what have I told you about having girls around up in your bedroom?" Jim, Paul's father, arched a brow. Paul swallowed nervously and avoided eye contact with his dad, biting his lip nervously.

"S-Sorry..." Paul mumbled. Daisy stayed quiet, resting her hands in her lap.

"I'm lucky I caught you when I did; who knows what this could've led to otherwise!" Jim raised his voice slightly, "Other than just keep your hands and lips to yourself in this house, do you understand, son?"

Paul nodded innocently, knowing full well that just a little kiss was nothing compared to what he had done with girls under his dad's roof without him knowing.

"And those pants, Paul! I told you to get yourself a nice pair of trousers." Jim squinted his eyes, pointing his finger toward Paul's leather pants. Paul let out a heavy sigh.

"Dad, you don't understand. Everyone is wearing these! I wouldn't fit into the group without them!" He scowled to himself and lightly patted Daisy's thigh to gesture her to stand up.

"Well, good luck with that. You look like you can barely move in them!" Jim rolled his eyes, tapping his fingertips against the doorframe, "Don't be late home; I can't keep the door unlocked all night. I don't want you taking your key in case you lose it while you're jumping around in that sweaty club."

"Dad, I can't not be late home! I'm doing a gig; we won't be back until late! Can't I just take a key?!" Paul frowned, standing up behind Daisy once she climbed off his lap. Jim shook his head and walked out the door, tapping the pocket which his own and Paul's key were in,
"Ugh." Paul rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Come on, let's get going."

"Your dad isn't usually like that..." Daisy whispered, afraid that Jim was still nearby. Paul shrugged and walked out of his room after stepping into his teddy boy boots and pulling his leather jacket on.

"My dad doesn't usually catch us in each other's mouths while your hand moves closer and closer to my crotch." Paul spoke bluntly, shrugging as he walked down the stairs. Daisy bit her lip and stayed quiet, reaching for Paul's hand once they made it out of the door.

It was true; most of the time Jim McCartney was a lovely, pleasant man. However, when it came to his sons, he was very protective, being the only living parent of Paul and Mike. He was used to seeing his sons as two, sweet little boys, and he couldn't quite come to terms that they were now interested in their own hobbies, girls... He also couldn't quite come to terms with the fact that they were growing up. He didn't know how to deal with it.

***

"McCartney!" A thick, Scouse accent shouted the minute Paul and Daisy stepped off the bus.

"Hello, George." Paul nodded, greeting his bandmates, George and John, with a warm smile.

"You're looking quite the part tonight, Macca," John sniggered, pulling at Paul's jacket and gesturing towards his tight leather pants.

"Shove off." Paul pushed his arm away and shook his head, walking toward the entrance of The Casbah.

"Good evening, love," John winked playfully, placing his arm around Daisy's shoulders. Paul squinted his eyes.

"Lennon, get your hands off my girl, please." Paul cleared his throat, reaching for Daisy's hand again and squeezing it. John and George exchanged playful looks at each other as John pulled his arm away, chuckling quietly to themselves.

"Boys! You're here!" An excited voice called as the group walked through the entrance and into the venue.

"What's the turn out looking like tonight, Mo?" Paul arched a brow, leaning forward to peck the older lady, Mo, on her cheek.

"Oh, fantastic! Absolutely fantastic. Memberships are rushing in like crazy!" Mo clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Great! Well, let them all pile in. We'll all go get set up," John grinned, grabbing both Paul and George by their ears and pulling them in the direction of the stage. They slapped his hands away before placing their hands over their ears.

"That bloody hurt!" George exclaimed, rubbing his hand over his ear. John chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Daisy frowned and quickly leaned up on her tiptoes to peck Paul's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Pete is on his way down!" Mo called from the other room.

"Send him in here!" Paul called back as they reached the stage. He smiled to himself, noticing all of their equipment and instruments were exactly as they left them after they had finished practicing just a few hours ago. Each member of the band walked over to their guitars and placed the straps over their shoulders then started to play a few individual tunes. Daisy watched in amazement as she kept her eyes fixed on Paul.

"Alright, lads." Pete spoke softly once he entered the room, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Come and sit down, drummer boy!" John motioned towards the drums behind them. Pete nodded, walking over to the drums and sitting down before quietly tapping his drum sticks over each of the different drum skins and symbols.

"Are you ready, boys?!" Mo spoke loudly, starting to hear the noise gather from outside.

"We're ready, Mo! Send them in!" Paul shouted back with a wide grin before walking over to Daisy, leaning forward to quickly peck her lips. "Enjoy, baby. I love you." He whispered, nudging his nose against hers as she quickly kissed him back.

"I know I will. I love you, too," Daisy replied shyly, finding a place at the front of the audience space.

It didn't take long for The Casbah to fill to full capacity or for the grounds of The Casbah to fill, either. Even the street off the grounds had a long queue. The maximum capacity wasn't large, but it didn't stop Mo, the owner of the rock n roll Coffee Club, from handing out memberships to the people were outside. Every bit of money was better than none.

The Casbah had a homely atmosphere for the four men in the band. Paul, George, Pete and John had helped paint the ceilings and the walls and, not to mention, for Pete, it was genuinely the cellar underneath his house. It was Pete's mother, Mona, or otherwise known as 'Mo', who was in charge and the owner of the place itself. She, with help from the boys, had managed to bring in ever expanding crowds over the past year. The business was now thriving.

Throughout the night of the gig, Paul, George, Pete and John, 'The Beatles', played several rock n roll hits, driving the crowd wild; the room grew more and more steamy. They played a full two hour set, not even taking a break. After playing eight hours a day and/or nights in Hamburg, they had learnt how to get by without needing a break. They left as rock n roll lovers and came back as a real, spectacular rock n roll group. Life was really on the way up for them.

Once the gig was over, the four boys thanked the audience, smiling proudly as they gazed out over the crowd. As the audience began to leave, it became easier for the band to let themselves out of the area.

Paul took Daisy's hand and brought her with them, leading her toward the stairs that took them up into the main part of the Best household. They quickly shut and locked the door behind them before letting out heavy sighs of relief, feeling their chests heaving from the amount of effort and enthusiasm they had put into their show.

"Well done, lads!" Paul exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as they made their way towards the bathroom to freshen themselves up.

"I think that went down just as we hoped, right?" George smiled, reaching up and running his fingers through his sweaty hair.

"It was bloody fantastic!" John exclaimed, unable to keep his enthusiasm to himself.

"Absolutely! Mum is throwing us a party." Pete nodded, grabbing one of the towels from the bathroom and starting to rub it on his dripping hair.

"A party?" Paul questioned, leaning against the bathroom wall, "Who's invited?"

"As many people who can fit in the house or it's grounds, according to her." George shrugged, also rubbing a towel on his hair. Paul walked toward the sink and splashed his face with cold water a few times.

"I suppose I may as well stay, then." Paul said, dabbing a towel against his face before looking at his watch, "Dad will have already locked the door by now, so a few more hours here can't do no more harm."

Daisy chuckled to herself and quickly pulled Paul backward, leaning forward to kiss his lips slowly. "You look so good like that, Paulie... So sweaty." She crinkled her nose, kissing his lips a few more times. Paul kissed her back, closing his eyes to savor the kisses.

"Thank you, beautiful. Your tips must be rubbing off on me if I look that good." Paul winked, pecking Daisy's lips once more before they heard the door at the bottom of the stairs opening again.

"Congratulations on the gig, boys! I'll let you do the honours of inviting everyone into the main house." Mo's voice echoed up the stairs. Paul turned to George, John and Pete, seeing that they were all still freshening themselves up.

"I'll be right back, love." Paul said, kissing Daisy's cheek before throwing his towel around his neck where it hung over his shoulders as he ran to the large doors on the top floor of the house, quickly pushing the doors open and making his way onto the balcony. He made his way to the edge and stayed quiet for a few moments, scanning over the amount of people that were within the grounds of the Casbah. Hundreds, if not thousands. Paul cleared his throat, still a little husky from the gig, before calling as loud as he could, "Alright, girls, you can come in now!"