Fangirl | Ringo Starr ✅

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They got back to the flat. The door was open. Ringo walked in first, followed by Melissa, and then John took up the rear.

Paul was snoring softly on the sofa. Ringo walked over to him and kicked his arm softly, which was lying on the floor. "Wake up!" He hissed, moving his hand behind him and taking Melissa's hand in his own. Paul groaned and his eyelids flickered open.

"Macca!" John called from behind Melissa, "we've got company!" He paused, "Paulie, this lovely bird is Ringo's Mel." He grabbed Melissa's hand and pulled her into his arms. Melissa blushed and Ringo gently took her back into his own arms.

Paul was visibly slightly disoriented, and a little annoyed at being woken up. Nevertheless, he said, "hello, luv. Nice to meet you."

"Tha's our Paul." John said, gesturing to the sleepy-looking Beatle.

"She knows, John." Ringo reminded him. "She loves us."

Melissa blushed a deeper red, but didn't say anything. Instead, Ringo led her into the kitchen.

George Harrison had his back to them, facing towards the stove. Something was cooking, and it smelled good. "George is the best cook." Ringo explained simply as he gestured to his friend who was humming softly to himself. "George," Ringo said. George turned around and smiled. "This is Mel -"

"Hello, Mel." George interrupted. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" He offered her a kind smile.

Melissa returned it. "If there's enough, George," she answered, "then yes, please."

"He always cooks extra." Ringo explained as he sat down at the table. "Do you want a drink or anything?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks." She replied. "But I'd like the grand tour?"

Ringo grinned and stood up, taking her hand and leading her out of the room and down the hall.

"This is John's room," he opened the first door on the left enough for them to see inside. "He's the messy one." That was, indeed, true. There was crumpled paper on the floor, scrawl visible on them, and a few items of clothing scattered around. The bed was unmade, and it smelled smoggy in there.

"I thought John was married?"
Ringo looked at her in surprise. "How did you know that? No one knows that 'cept us."

"All of the fans know," Melissa said, "but no one really mentions it because we hope it's wrong."
"Well I'll 'ave to let Eppy know then," Ringo paused, closing John's door and leading her to the next room. "This is Paul's."

The room looked much the same, with paper on the floor, and a few items of clothing scattered about. "Why does John have a room here if he's married?"

"Him and Cynthia fight a lot." Ringo explain simply. "I think you'd like Cyn - she's sweet."

"I look forward to meeting her." Melissa replied honestly.

"This is George's room," he gestured to the third door and Melissa opened it. It was the tidiest bedroom she had ever seen, and it smelled like incense with a hint of something else sweet.

"He's a neat kind of person, then?" Ringo chuckled and nodded.

"And, uh..." Ringo blushed as he opened the fourth door, "this is my room."

Melissa walked in slowly and looked around. There was a drum kit in the corner, a desk by the door with everything on it arranged neatly. His bed was made, and the room smelt like cigarette smoke, and peppermint.

"It's uh..."
"Very you." She turned to him and smiled. "This is exactly a Ringo Starr kind of room."

Ringo chuckled at her phrasing. "You like it then?"