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Everything (Ringo)

A/N: I really suggest you listen to Across The Universe as you read this, it sets up the vibe:)

"Everything is different now, isn't it?"

It was barely audible,  and he wouldn't have heard it unless the whole world was quiet. But..it was tonight. My mind was heavy with lingering thoughts, and as my fingers played with his short dark hair, the wind chilled my skin as we sat beneath a tree. I watched as the smoke from our cigarette floated up, dissolving into the night. My eyes were glued to the black sky, dotted with glitter, and I only looked down when I spoke. 

"Why is it different? " His voice was soft, deep and quiet, trying not to disturb the stars,

"And is it good, or bad?"

"I think it depends on how we deal with it."

I became pensive, the words I wanted to say were giving me second thoughts on how I should say them. I held a breath before sighing.

"I feel so alone, Richie." Tears pricked my eyes at the thought, and he sat up. Shushing me softly as you would with a frightened child, he held me under his head, his arms warm and soothing.

"Love, if I cant help you, then I will have failed as yer man, wouldn't I? I love ye too much to leave ye, just because times get rough."

My head turned over to him, and although it was dark, his blue eyes seemed bright. His thick lips let up at the corners, and I couldnt help but do the same. Leaning up, I kissed his cheek before cuddling into him. His eyes closed as he hummed appreciatively for a moment.

I shivered as the wind picked up. His eyes opened to look at me, a hint of concern on his face.

"Let's go inside, Y/N."

"I've been home alone for a few days," I said as we reached my bedroom, two bottles of beer clinking behind me in Richard's hand. His heavy brows knitted together at my words and he sat down next to me.

"Why are ye alone?"

"My mums found a new man, she left days ago, I figured she'd be gone for a while." I shrugged, ignoring my actual feelings about the fact. I took a small swig of the drink, setting it down after awhile. 

"You dont deserve to be alone, Y/N." His voice was serious. I didnt speak, but my mouth pinched for a second.

Without hesitation, he began again.
"I could stay here until she returns."

I couldnt help but let out a huff. Not at his proposal,  but for his time limit.

"My mum's never gonna come back."

"Of course she will."

I swallowed hard, and looked at him. Getting up, I held out my hand.
"Let me show you something. "

I led him down the corridor to my mother's room, pushing the door open with a creak. My face was placid as Richard witnessed what I had a week before. The dark room had been stripped bare of its clothes and belongings. The room had a film of dust, which the moonlight peeking through the window showed.

I turned to him, my eyes sad but strong.

"She's not coming back."

"Oh, Y/N," he whimpered, pulling me into a tight hug. I hugged him back, breathing slowly and trying not to sob.

"Ye could move in with me. Please,
Y/N, I dont want you to be alone. "

"I dont want to burden anyone. " I began, but before I could continue, he placed a strong kiss on my lips, holding my face.

"My parents love ye. I love ye. Please?"

"I'd have to pack soon."

"I'll help ye, but for now let's leave this room, its fucking depressing. "

"Do I ever tell ye how beautiful ya are?" He whispered into my hair, resting his head atop mine my legs intertwined with his. All I could do was smile as look away shyly.

"Y/N, You're fucking gorgeous. I'm the lucky one here, ye know."

I paused, then got up.

"I need to get into my pajamas. " I explained, rummaging through my clothes. Finding them, I turned to him. His amused smile showed his response. He watched me expectantly.
I watched him back.

"Oh come 'ed, Y/N. I've seen ye naked before."
 
I rolled my eyes before slipping off my clothes and putting on my nightie.  He slipped his bottom lip in between his teeth. I giggled as I finished, slumping into the bed. He sprung up with a wide smile.

"I guess it's my turn."

He threw off his leather jacket and boots. He undressed himself down to his boxers, and sat down beside me.

He sighed as his fingers drew delicate circles into my side. My mind was calm but my heart was racing, it always was around him. His other hand met my cheek softly, turning my gaze to him.

"I do truly love ye, Y/N."

"And I truly love you, Richie."

He kissed me softly. His lips enveloped mine,  his arms pulling me into him. Everything was slow as he held me.

"Y/N," he breathed against my lips,
"I'm gonna make sweet fucking love to ye. And show ye how much I care. "

I laughed quietly at his bluntness,  and he returned with a toothy smile.

There wasnt much to be prepared. There was something different about this time. It felt like what making love was supposed to feel; the right way. He poured his love into me, and I gave it all to him.

It all felt so surreal,  and no matter what, I knew this was how I wanted to feel forever. 

In the night, as our bodies were intertwined, as he held me close, he asked me if I wanted to marry him.

And I said yes.