Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 22 (The Ringo Ending)

"Who first?" Paul asked, tapping the book. 

She examined the book with wonder. Who did she want to see first? She was already standing in front of Paul, but George and John were the ones who would have been dead...what about Ringo? She had appreciated everything he had done for her. He was an awesome friend...

"Ringo?" Y/N asked, looking to Paul. He nodded.

"One second." Paul pulled out his phone and called someone that she assumed was Ringo. "Yeah, she chose to see you first." Paul said, giving her a smile. He then held the phone away from his ear as Ringo yelled into the phone. She couldn't make out any of the words, but he sounded excited. Paul chuckled, ending the call.

"What did he say?" She asked, her hands fidgeting. Paul smirked.

"He's painting right now. Go see him." Paul pointed to a nearby door. Now that Y/N thought about it, there were a lot more doors in the studio than there used to be. The door was an orange color and was decorated with drum sticks. She reached for the handle and walked inside. The room was covered in paintings and in the middle of the decently sized room was Ringo. He looked exactly like he did everytime she had seen him in the future.

"There you are, Y/N." He smiled, "I thought you were never coming back."

"It feels like I just saw you...just younger." She said. Ringo chuckled, setting his painting supplies down and washing his hands off with a damp towel. She held the book to her chest as he pulled up some chairs for them to sit in. Sitting down, she flipped the photo album open. Ringo smiled at the pictures. He then took the book and flipped to a particular page. He pointed at the title.

"Ringo's ring around the world for Y/N." He read, pointing at a picture of himself reading with Y/N. 

"You made me a section of the photo album?" She asked, smiling at the pages of pictures that consisted of Ringo traveling around the world. In some of the pictures he was holding a photo of Y/N next to him. "Awe, Ringo..." She remarked. He chuckled and skipped a few pages, pointing to a photo of him and a cut out of Thomas the Tank Engine. Once again Ringo had a picture of Y/N in his hands. 

"I took your picture to every place I traveled. It was as if you were traveling with me." He said, "I've got to admit that I missed you. You were such a great friend and well..." He trailed off, trying to distract her with a different picture. 

"Well what?" She asked, smirking. Ringo blushed with embarrassment. 

"I guess you became a fantasy...to all of us. Once you were gone, we tried to fill the void. Of course no one could replace you so we came up with our own ways to pretend you were still here. I chose to carry your picture around everywhere I went. I'm sure the others had their own ways, but I found that this was my way to cope." Ringo explained, "I guess I became engulfed in the fantasy. I started to like you differently...I started to love you." She looked at him surprised. Never in a million years had she expected Ringo Starr to say those words to her. He was the last of the Beatles she expected to hear that from. They never dated! They were just friends but maybe...

"Oh...wow. I..." She didn't know what to say, "I guess I'm surprised." 

"Oh no. I shouldn't have told you that..." Ringo shoved the book towards her. 

"No, no, no." She said, "I just never expected this. Don't push yourself away." Ringo avoided her eyes as he pretended to look for something. "Ringo..." She didn't know what to do. She was truly unprepared for this..