It was a dreary day, and you were in the mood to play some songs on the piano. You were given your great uncle's baby grand piano to put in your apartment.
You began with playing "And I Love Her" from memory, and you soon heard a scuffling near the living room.
You snap your head up to find Ritchie smirking at you, his blue eyes and youthful frame sauntering towards you. He slides down the piano bench until your knees are touching.
"Beautiful playing, m'love. Better than Paul, I'd say." He teases you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close.
"You better not hope I tell Paul that." You smirked slyly.
Ringo waved me off playfully.
"You should play for us in the studio. So we wouldn't have to go out of our way to find someone else. When you're right here." He winked.
You beamed. "Would you lot really want that?" You cocked you heard, scrunching your lips to the side.
"To hell with them. I want you there, Syd. Why can Yoko go, but not you?" He reckoned.
You shrugged and nodded. "Ok." You both giggled. Ringo kissed your temple as you continued playing, and you rested your head on his shoulder, as happy as can be.
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The Beatles Imagines ❤️
FanfictionI love these 4! Just some imagines about them. Most are angst, but there are happier ones down further! Enjoy!!
