Tuesday 18th February 1964

Lucy's POV

I woke up in a bright, white room. I looked around and saw Ringo, John Paul and George standing around talking. "Guys, she's awake!" George yelled. They all came rushing over to me. "How long have I been out?" I asked. "A full day. It's 10am Tuesday 18th" Paul said. "What?!" I said in shock. What on earth happened? I thought to myself. "How are you feeling?" Ringo asked concerned. "A bit sore on the head but that's it" I answered. Everyone looked at each other confused. "Lucy, I found you tangled in some seaweed" Ringo said. I looked over to him confused. "The last thing I remember is that I was swimming and I felt something knock my head and everything went black" I said. "Anyway, the doctor said you can go anytime now" John said smiling.

The boys walked out of the room so I could change into my clothes. I walked out of the hospital room and went back to the hotel with the boys. "Boys, boxer Cassius Clay has requested that you boys would come to meet him at Fifth Street Gym. He's training for a big fight on the 25th" Brian said. Everyone seemed excited. I mean it is Cassius Clay and he wants to meet The Beatles. "Did you want to come Lucy?" John asked. I looked behind him and saw the other girls getting ready to go. I was starting to suspect one of them knocked me out. "No. I think I'll stay here and rest up a little" I answered.

A couple minutes later everyone left leaving me all alone in my hotel room. I kept thinking of the events of yesterday and who would possibly want to hurt me. I needed to get my mind off it so I put the radio on and my favourite band The Beach Boys were playing. I noticed the parcel and letter from Stu. I decided to open it. I opened the parcel first. It had a small canvas painting. It was a painting of a galaxy. It was beautiful. On the back of the canvas it said made with love from Stuart Sutcliffe. "Aww. He's so sweet" I said to myself. I opened the letter and it read:

Tuesday 27th March 1962

Dear Lucile Jones,

Remember me? I used to stick up for you when John put you down. I really miss you Lucy. You have no idea what you meant to me. I guess I could say I love you. I wanted to say that to you but I was scared John would beat me up. Sure enough he did right after you left. And again a few months ago. I am engaged to a lovely bird I met in Hamburg. Her name is Astrid kirchherr. You would like her. I've told her about you and she says hello.

I'm dying Lucy. I've been getting these intense headaches for quite some time now. And it's been getting worse. I've also been getting a few blackouts the last couple of weeks. This is why I wanted to write you this letter. I know with The Beatles talent, one day they will go to America. John always tells me if he becomes famous, he would go to America to find you and apologise for what he did. That's why I gave him the letter and the painting, so he could give it to you. I do hope you like the painting. The inspiration for this painting was you. When I looked into your eyes, it was like I was looking at a galaxy. There beautiful. Your beautiful. I miss you so much Lucy.

Love from
Stuart Sutcliffe xx

I was in tears at the end. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw John. "He really did love you Lucy. I was an idiot for beating him up like I did" he sobbed. I brought him in for a hug. We both sobbed for a while. I looked up and saw Paul, Ringo and George with tears in their eyes. Ringo seemed like he didn't mind me hugging John. John and I needed it. We were both close to Stu.

That night we all had dinner together at the beach. It was fun. John and I exchanged memories of Stu. Paul grabbed his camera and snapped a photo of me and John laughing. "Seven years ago, I would've never thought this would be possible. John and Lucy are actually getting along" Paul chuckled. We all laughed. "Hey Lucy, do you want to go back to the hotel?" Ringo smirked. "Sounds like a plan" I whispered. Ringo took my hand and we walked back to the hotel.

We arrived at the hotel and had a bottle of wine. Ringo grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. "It's our last night together" he said as he motioned to the bed. I kissed him passionately and well you know the rest.

A/N
I just wanted to include Stuart Sutcliffe because I love him. And I love his artwork. If you enjoying this story please let me know by voting or commenting cause I'm enjoying writing this story. I thinking of making this story a long one. What do you think?
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-Nadine Turner ❤