My true love

Till there was you

Paul's POV

The sun shone in the window of the room I am sharing with Ringo. Tonight we were going to host a concert. I sat up in my bed and looked at the slightly older man in the bed next to me. He looked so beautiful and sweet. Then he woke up 'One day he will be mine I hope'. His amazing blue eye appeared and slowly he put on a precious grin. 

"Good morning Paul." He flashed me a sleepy but tender smile. "Morning, Ringo." 

Ringo's POV

Those doe eyes watered from the sleep Paul had had. I hope to be his man one day. he'll have everything; A lover, a home, a life with someone who's understanding and loving. The way he looks at me I'm not sure whether he loves me too or he's just trying to be polite.

~That night~

Paul's POV

I looked out from behind the curtains where we were backstage and saw a heap of screaming girls trying to get past the police officer chain. I stared at Ringo and saw him looking a little worried. So, I walked over to the lad and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked and smiled at him. "I'm okay just a little nervous s'all." I could tell there was something bothering him but, decided to keep my thoughts to myself. "Good luck tonight." "Thanks Paul." He smiled.

Then we walked on stage and, took our positions. As I sung 'Till there was you' The only thing I could think is 'Till there was Ringo'. Before I new it we were playing 'I wanna be your man' 'I wanna be Ringo's man' more like it. Or vise versa.

I could here Ringo's voice and drum beat. He sounded so, different, more, powerfully amazing. I was thinking so hard that was stuffing up all the bass notes.

~Back at the flat~

Paul's POV

John took me aside. "What the Fuck McCartney. Are you Fucking kidding me? Why did you stuff the song up?" He didn't give me time to answer as soon as I had opened my mouth he punched me smack right in the nose.

What happened next I hadn't expected. I fell to the ground and found Ringo was holding John away from me. "Fuck off Lennon. This is nothing to get angry about. George Help me!" Ringo shouted. immediately George was holding John back and Ringo was helping me sit up right.

"Oh, Paul." He looked hurt as if his lover had just... Does he like me too? Ringo aided my bloody nose and took me back in to our shared room. "Thanks Ringo." I said. "You're welcome. Is there anything you need?" 

This was it. I was going to tell him. "Actually, yeah." He smiled at me. "What is it?" "Come sit on the bed and I will tell you." He sat on my bed then motioned me to tell him. "For a long time I have been in love with you. You're just so pretty. Your facial features suit you perfectly. You're so understanding and caring. I... I just love you." He smiled and kissed me.