Be Happy, Baby [*RESTRICTED VERSION*] [slash- boyxboy]

Be Happy, Baby [*RESTRICTED VERSION*] Ch. 6 - Part 1 and 2

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CHAPITRE SIX (PARTE UNE) (6, part 1)

The three Beatles were ecstatic to see Mal, knowing all too well what he had come for. They practically ran to the waiting car, eager to get out of that horrid hospital.

Sadly, none of the three really cared that they were leaving John behind. Two of them were pissed at the man while one of them was still too much in shock to even think about him.

The shocked man slid into the far window seat and sank into the leather cushions. Finally, they were going back to the hotel. Paul had had enough of that hospital. Right now he just needed some time alone to think. Or to not think. Whichever was more convenient.

Ringo climbed in next, seemingly just as relieved as the bassist to be leaving as he too melted into the soft leather.

The youngest man followed suit, although full of hesitation, awkwardly sliding in next to the drummer. He closed the door and, Paul noticed, immediately curled up as close as possible to it. Ringo’s face heated up as he too noticed it. Whatever happened between those two had obviously created some sort of a rift between them.

Not that Paul cared. He was pretty pissed at them both. The bassist decided to just look out the window and keep to himself. The ride was spent mostly in an awkward silence until the oldest one addressed Paul.

“’Ey, uh, Paul?” Ringo said low enough so that George most likely couldn’t hear.

Paul debated on whether or not to ignore him. He should probably be angry with the drummer for apparently keeping that secret, but it was pretty hard to stay mad at someone like sweet ol’ Ringo. “Hm?” He answered, but not without a trace of annoyance.

“Could I… room with you for a while? I mean at least until, y’know, John wakes up...”

Paul regarded Ringo silently for a few moments. The drummer’s blue eyes were full of desperation and pleading and Paul almost gave in.  Why did Ringo suddenly want to switch rooms? He was usually clinging to George for dear life if he or John wanted to switch rooms.

“Why?” Something was going on between these to, and since George wouldn’t tell him what had happened, maybe Ringo would.

“Just… I’ll tell you if you say yes.”

Paul raised an eyebrow. “But what if I say no?”

“Paul..” Ringo looked to be on the verge of tears. Christ, what the hell happened between him and George? Paul’s hostility visibly crumbled as he finally gave in.

“Alright, fine.”

The drummer let out a relieved breath as the car pulled into the back lot of their hotel. “Thanks.”

**

Ringo strode over to his suitcase and opened it up. He looked around the room and internally groaned. This was going to take a while.

“…What’re ya doing?” George asked when he was already half way done.

Ringo flinched at the younger man’s voice. He was hoping George wouldn’t question why he was packing his suitcase and would somehow just silently understand