Beatles Imagines

3. Ringo

I sighed inwardly, physically unable to cry once more. The headache that was only a surge of pain in my mind, was now throbbing. In fact, every part of my body was throbbing. I wasn't exactly sure how one bastard could destroy me this much.

Isn't it funny how somebody can love you one day and leave you the next? Isn't it torture when he tells you how much he loves you with  unfaithful lips and says he's going away in the same exact way?

I was numb, not only did he torture this relationship with his venomous touch, he demolished it within his brawny hands.

A knock at the door interrupted my stupor, and I couldn't bother to answer it. No person should see me in the state I am, let alone interact with me.

However, it wasn't brief. The knocks were incessant, and knocks soon became pounds.

"Shut the fuck up." I roared from the couch, burying my head farther into the couch pillows.  My hand raised to my temples, massaging them the best I could so that the pain in my head would subside.

Didn't they understand I don't want them here?

Then it ceased altogether, the house now becoming so silent, I could hear a penny drop. Anxiety suffocated my mind, thoughts reeling as to whom it might have been. Soon I became frightened at the ideas conjured up in my head.

What if he came here? What would I do then?

He's not here, you're fine. Quit thinking or else you're going to make your head hurt more.

"Boo." A familiar voice sounded from behind me, scaring the living shit out of me.

I screamed out of instinct, my feet plastered to the hardwood floor. A surge ran through my body, the sensation making the experience all the more unpleasant.

Ringo's ring-covered hand slapped around my mouth, cutting my scream off abruptly. "Sh."

"I fucking hate you." I yelled out of frustration, once I smacked my best friend's hand off my face. I immediately turned on my heel to face him. I honestly didn't care if my hair ended up lashing him in the face because, in my opinion, he deserved it.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, but I'm sure you wouldn't have let me in any other way." Ringo shrugged nonchalantly as though he'd snuck into houses many a time.

I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"But still, why are you here? Did you he-"

"Yes I heard." He answered for me, breathing out a sigh. His eyes were now raking in my appearance.

"Did I cause you two to?.." He trailed off.

"No, no not at all. Will, he um...cheated on me." I gulped, fighting the tears that were now pricking the back of my eyes.

Ringo must have saw that I was fighting the urge to cry in front of him, so he pulled me into a warm embrace. I felt comfortable in his arms, melting into his touch.

"I'm so sorry, babe." He responded sympathetically, rubbing circles on my back. "You don't deserve that scum."

"Do I really, though?" I laughed pitifully, breaking the hug as I leaned away from him."I'm horrible."

I let my somber side engulf me once again. It wasn't the first time that I had thought stuff like that before, it happened constantly.  I had thought always seemed to have a streak of sorrow and depression within me, following me.

And maybe it was my fault. Maybe it was because he saw how big of an affect Richard had on me. Maybe it was because of how much time we'd spend together constantly. He always hated that Ringo was a big part of my life. He would always scream at me and call me a whore for it.

"Don't you dare say that. You're lovely and wise and beautiful. Absolutely amazing in every way imaginable." He took a deep breath. "Every person who meets you falls in love with you, I know I do."

My airways constricted as my brain processed his words. I choked on my own breath, coughing slightly as I wondered if he had actually said that and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. Or a really good dream.

How could he love someone like me? Did he mean it in a friendly way?

I looked him up and down, trying to detect any sign of humor within his blue eyes. Surely he was joking, he always was. Right?

"You're joking."

"I'm not."

"I don't like being lied to Ringo." I crossed my arms. "Will did it a lot."

"I am not a lier nor am I Will." He scoffed. "You seriously never knew that I was in love with you? I basically wrote it on my fucking forehead. I've even kissed you. Of course I love you. I have loved you the moment I saw your curly locks bouncing about when you skipped around the second grade halls."

My breathing accelerated, my mouth completely dry and void of words. I can't believe he actually felt this way about me. I had wanted him for so long, I had given up on him, on the idea of anything more. All those feelings I had held deep inside my mind, had lightened up once again. There was hope, a slight glimmer of it at least. Sure I'd loved Will, but in a different way.

His hand brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear, eyes staring at mine with uncertainty as how I'd react.

"I don't know what to-" I was once again cut off.

"Don't say anything." His gaze flickered down to my lips. He licked his own lips, before leaning down to my height.

He then repeated himself in a mumble,"Don't say anything."

Our faces were now merely inches apart. I felt his breath on my skin, the sensation leaving goosebumps on my skin. I felt my stomach flipping inside of me so much I thought it might've jumped out. And the waiting was torture; I knew he did it on purpose. It reminded me of the time he first kissed me in secondary school, his movements so slow and unsure of himself, it was agonizing.

I then felt his lips on mine, his lips soft on my skin. It was slow and passionate. We savored the taste of each other. I closed my eyes in pure satisfaction, a small moan escaping me. His hands traveled up to my face, both hands on the sides of my face, holding me. It was blissful, no guilt resting in my gut. I wanted this. I always had, I think.

He broke away too soon for my liking, his head resting on mine. His breathing was as rugged as mine. "I want to be with you."

"We should take things slow though Rings, I just broke up with Will a week ago. I can't rush into things." I pointed out.

Even though I thought of him as more than a friend. I couldn't just jump the gun with him, feelings of pain and hurt from my last relationship still hung. I did love Will. Plus, I had just reignited my true feelings for him myself, and I would have to get used to that revelation.

"I suppose I can wait a little longer for you." He smiled cheekily at me. "But I still want your kisses no matter how slow we take it."

I laughed. "Ok."

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A.N: This imagine is kinda all over the place, sorry. :(