Fangirl | Ringo Starr ✅

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Ringo walked past the house that he had been born in, and couldn't help but smile a little - the family had been happy there; he'd had a father there.

With a smile on his face, and not just because he had walked past the old house, he continued to walk up the street, eventually stopping in front of 23 Madryn Street. It was a small-looking terraced house, dirty-looking, and dim despite the street light directly in front of it.

Ringo walked right up the front steps and knocked on the door. It was opened very quickly by a lady who appeared to be middle-aged, with brown hair and cold grey eyes. Nevertheless, Ringo stood up straight and said, "good evening, ma'am. My name is Ritchie, and I'm here to accompany your daughter to -"

"Ritchie!" Melissa was out of the door and in his arms in a moment. He held her for a second before blushing and taking his arms away from her body which seemed to fit so perfectly against his own. "You're here!"

"Well 'course I am," he said, "I said I'd come, didn't I?"

Melissa smiled and turned to her mum. "See you later."

"Where're you going?"

"Just to the theatre." Melissa answered quickly, turning to Ringo, "right?"

She shot him a look that said agree with me, so he did. He nodded. "Yeah. Good show on tonight, I reckon - can't be sure, of course - didn't think to look on my way over."

Her mother narrowed her eyes at him. "You look older... just how old are you again, young man?"

Ringo had opened his mouth to reply honestly - twenty-four - when Melissa was pulling him away by his arm, grumbling about her mother as she went.

They got to the top of Madryn Street before she let go of him and turned to her. "I'm sorry about my mum."

"S'alright, luv," Ringo answered. "Seemed alright to me - perfectly ordinary to want to know how old I am -"

"She hates you guys," Melissa explained simply. "If she knew who you really were, Ringo Starr," she teased, "then she would have had my guts for garters."

Ringo chuckled at her unusual phrasing. "Reckon she's just worried about you, is all." He said as he began to lead her back to the flat. "What were you crying about earlier, anyways?"

"Mum." Melissa replied simply. "Like I said - she hates you guys."

"Wha'd she say to you, Melissa?"

"Mel's fine." Melissa answered absentmindedly.

Ringo put a hand on either of her shoulders, stopping them in their path. He turned her towards him, and he looked down at her, though there was just two inches between them.

"What did she say to you?"

Melissa instantly burst into tears, falling into Ringo's chest as he put his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. "She said that you guys were silly!" She sobbed. "And that it was a school girl's fantasy!"

"What was?" Ringo asked softly, gently patting Melissa's arm as he didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

"Thinking you'd fall in love with me and I could get away from my family, I -" She realised what she had said, cutting herself off. She pulled away from Ringo, looking into his blue eyes and opening and closing her mouth, like a fish. "Ritchie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I -"

"What else did she say?" Ringo asked in a normal tone of voice, not betraying the surprise and the heart-warming feeling that he got at her words. "Was that all?"

"No," she sniffled, wiping her nose using the tissue that Ritchie had produced from his pocket and held out to her. "She said that I wasn't special - that there was a different girl everyday -"

A pair of lips against her own cut Melissa off, and she kissed back with just as much passion, letting herself be pushed against the wall which was standing behind them. They sat down on the wall, and Ringo put a hand to her cheek, deepening the kiss by nibbling on her bottom lip until she opened her mouth. He slipped his tongue inside, and slid it against her's.

As soon as Ringo could take it no more, and he simply had to breathe, he pulled away and looked into her brown eyes, still keeping his hand on the side of her face. Melissa was blushing, and smiling. Her lips were swollen, and she was panting a little. For the first time since meeting her, Ringo wondered how old she was. Her mother had called it a school girl's fantasy, he reasoned with himself, what if she's younger than I thought? In all fairness, he had thought that she was out of school, already.

Nevertheless, he pecked her lips once more. "Mel, I promise you," he whispered to her, "there are no other girls... not for me."

Melissa was the one to kiss him this time, and it went on for several minutes, one of them occasionally gasping for breath before going back to kissing the other. It was bliss for them both, and their hearts were beating faster than they ever had before.

"Ah," a voice said from beside them. In surprise, Mel gasped and almost fell off of the wall - she would have done too, if it hadn't been for Ringo's arms around her. "Thought you'd gone back to the flat, Rings."

"Aye, John," Ringo said by way of greeting and an answer to John Lennon's badly phrased question. "I did, but then Mel here," he gestured to her with one hand before putting it back around her warm body, "called me, and she was a little upset. I said she could come back to the flat for a while. I went to go get her, and got a little -"

"Distracted?" John raised an eyebrow, smirking at the couple.

"Yes." Ringo agreed.

"Going somewhere, John?" Melissa asked, suddenly finding courage to speak to the other Beatle.

"Just fer a walk." He answered before he turned back to Ringo. "Mouthy one, int she?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "Still though," he looked her up and down, "she's good-looking. Bet she kisses real good -"

"John!" Ringo exclaimed at the same time that Melissa answered,

"Wouldn't you like to know, John Lennon?"

He smirked at her. "Maybe I would," he teased before turning back to Ringo. "I like 'er. Let's go back to the flat."

Ringo nodded and stood up, pulling Melissa up gently after him. He kept an arm wrapped around her waist as they walked back to the flat, talking animatedly between the three of them.