My true love

If I fell

A/N sorry if this part is a little boring. I do have writers block but, I didn't want to leave you guys at that cliffhanger in the last part. 

Paul's POV 1964 1st december

I woke up with my lover entwined with me sleeping peacefully. I had to get out of the bed softly so I didn't wake him. I walked downstairs where I saw John playing guitar to 'If I fell'. "Hey." I leaned on the doorway. "..." "John?" He stared at me. "Oh, hi Mac... Paul." I sat down in front of him. "You okay?" I asked. "I'm sorry." He muttered. 

"Johnny It's fine." He stared at me sorriness in his eyes. "No Paulie, it isn't fine." He stated. "I did something bad and I can't repay it." "You don't 'ave to." He continued to play guitar. "Want something for breakfast?" I sighed in the awkward moment . John shook his head.

I walked into the kitchen. Although John hurt me I don't care. He didn't mean it. I know what John's like when he gets angry. "Morning, sweetie." I looked up to see Ringo beaming at me. "Morning darling." I replied lovingly. "I was just going to make some waffles. Want to help?" I asked. "Sure. Sounds great." He replied.

He came up behind me. Ringo put his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." He nibbled my ear and I let out a soft moan. He pulled apart and kissed me on the nose. "Hey. You know John's really sorry, right?" He then sighed and said. "Yes, If you want to trust him now that's okay." "thanks sweetie." I replied. "Anything for my Macca." He smiled.

I placed some waffles and Ice-cream in front of him. "Thanks darl." He ate away I watched as his mouth moved over the spoon. I finished eating and walked upstairs. I breathed out deeply as I lay down. 'What if the press find out?' I thought to myself.

~1 hour later~

I still stared at the ceiling when the bedroom door opened. "So that's where you are. I've been looking for you." Ringo climbed into bed and I turned away from him. "Hey are you okay?" He asked. "Hm." Ringo rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. "What's wrong?"

I stood up. "Stand over there" I said. He stood close to the wall as I knelt down in front of him and put my hand in my pocket feeling a small velvet box. "Richard Starkey. I love you so very much. I have loved you since the first night we met in Hamburg. To me you are an older brother..." I saw a tear fall out of his eye.

"I want you to be my Starr but, will you let me be your James." I took out the velvet box and opened it. Inside was a pre-ordered self-designed Silver ring crested with azure diamonds to match his eyes. He was crying happy tears I could tell because of his large ear to ear smile. "Yes you can be my James." He hugged me so tightly I could barely breath.

"We have some planning to do." He finally said.