Harristarkey/Starrison (UNFINISHED)

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*I HAVENT POSTED IN SUCH A LONG TIME BUT ITS 2020 NOW AND I PROMISE IM GONNA POST MORE. anyways, shoutout to Coconut_Cat4209 for the support <3 okay, onto the chapter.*

We talked for a while on the bus. Just some boring stuff, a few jokes. Ringo yawned and pressed his head on the window of the bus. He glanced at me and gave a tiny grin. Although he looked so cute, all I could do was grin back. Too soon, Harrison. I caught myself.

He fell asleep, and boy did he look adorable when he sleeps. But he would be so much cuter if he slept on my shoulder. I really should stop.

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I was still awake when I heard the bus stop and people getting up to leave. Ringo was still sleeping. He didn't hear the bus stop at all. I quickly grabbed Ringo's shoulder and shook him to wake him up. I almost didn't want to do it because he looked so comfortable. He looked up at me and yawned, his droopy blue eyes almost closed. Before he asked any questions, he quickly knew it was time to get off. We stood up, and walked off the bus.

"Wanna stay at my place? Y'know, just for the night." Ringo said, walking by my side on the concrete sidewalk. "I mean, I just figured that since you're already here and..." he paused. "Well, you don't have to stay if you don't want..."

He really asked me to stay at his place? Of course! I was really happy, but I kept that joy contained in my body, for now. "Uh, yeah, that sounds great. My house is a few blocks away, if you change your mind..." We continued walking until we reached Ringo's house.

"This is my place, its probably not as big as you expected, but it's something." Ringo opened the door and we went inside.

"I think it's really- pretty." I said, looking around. It was a regular ol' house with 2 stories. It seemed very humble and cozy. It reminded me of my childhood home, but more... newer and simpler. He lived alone.

"Thanks, but I think it could use some touch-ups." Ringo smiled, leaning on the wall next to him. He was playing with the rings on his fingers. He quickly changed the topic. "Oh- uh- are you hungry? Is there anything you need? You've been working for a long while, I'm sure you'd want a little snack or something." Ringo panicked. I guess he hasn't had guests in a while, but I wasn't craving anything more than a pizza.

"No, not really. But I think a pizza sounds nice. I can pay for it, so no need." I sat down on the dining table chair, fidgeting with my hands.

"No really, I'm sure I can pay for it, what kind of pizza do you want?" Ringo grabbed the phone and started dialing the pizza place.

"Uh, maybe Hawaiian?" I looked up at him.

He snickered. "Hawaiian? You like pineapple on your pizza?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Okay..." I can tell he probably didn't like Hawaiian pizza, which made me blush of embarrassment. After that, I heard him talking to the pizza guy, ordering a large Hawaiian pizza and a large pepperoni pizza. He then put the phone down after closing the conversation with a 'bye'. "Wanna chill on my bed? It's more comfortable there."

"Yeah sure, that's sounds cool." Ringo grabbed my hand and walked me to his room.

I gazed around. His room was painted navy blue. He had a couple records and a record player sitting on a table. A mirror was stuck to the wall next to his bed. A couple clothes were scattered around the floor, but it wasn't too messy. He had a small collection of shot glasses with famous people on them.

"This is amazing." I kept my hands behind my back so I didn't accidentally break one of his Elvis cups.

"Uh thanks." He blushed. "I really should've cleaned up, I wasn't prepared for a guest today." He laughed and looked around the room.

We sat on his bed.

"Y'know, I always wanted a band who understood rock 'n' roll like me." He pressed his head on my shoulder. I blushed heavily. Is this a sign he likes me? He put his head on my shoulder! No Harrison, he could just be getting comfortable. Don't have high hopes. "I-" He got cut off.

Before he could finish, the door rang. It was the pizza delivery guy. We stood up.

"I'll get it!" Ringo walked to the door of the bedroom.

"No I will." I opened the door and ran past Ringo.

"George! I have the money!" He yelled before I left his sight.

"I do too!" I pulled out my wallet from my pocket and flung my hand to the air so he could see it, once I got closer to the door, I put my arm down.

"But I-"

I opened the door. "Is this Ringo Starr? Order of 1 large Hawaiian pizza and 1 large Pepperoni pizza?"

"Yep." I replied and started looking in my wallet before he said the price.

"23.54" He put his hand out. I placed the money in his hand, along with a £5 tip. and took the pizzas back to the room with Ringo.

"I'm back!" I flung the bedroom door open. Ringo was chilling on the bed.

"Oh good!" Ringo got up and took the pizzas from me. He looks so cute. He opened up the pepperoni pizza and smiled. Then, he opened the Hawaiian one up and made a disgusted face. "That ones yours." He glided the pineapple pizza towards me and proceeded to pick up a slice of pepperoni pizza.

"Oh come on. Hawaiian pizza isn't that bad!" I grabbed a slice of the pizza.

Maybe it is bad. You should eat the pepperoni pizza like Ringo. Make you less weird. No no, maybe Ringo is the weird one for not liking the pizza. But how can he? He's such a sweet piece of candy, it would be a sin to call him 'weird'. Okay fine. Maybe I am weird for liking pineapple on my pizza. Maybe I shouldn't eat the pizza... but I can't waste it!

"Its fruit on top of cheese and tomato sauce! I don't think it mixes." Ringo crossed his arms. I ate the slice of Hawaiian pizza. It's not that bad.

"Alright fine. Maybe it does sound weird and stupid, but you have to try at least one slice!"

"It will take a lot of convincing to make me eat that."

"Come on! It's sweet and savoury. I think you'll like it."

Ringo looked at the pizza for a long time. Then he gave in. "Fine, but just a bite." Ringo took the pizza. Surprisingly, that wasn't a lot of convincing. He took a small bite and the set the pizza down. "I don't like it."

"Did you even swallow it?" Ringo was just about to secretly spit the pizza out on a napkin before I caught him.

"Yes." Ringo was hiding the bite in the cheek of his mouth. He was waiting for the right moment to spit it out while I wasn't looking. I'm not that dumb.

"Open your mouth." I commanded, and then grinned.

"Noo!" Ringo laughed and then started to run.

"Come back!" I laughed too and chased after him. We started to run across nearly the whole house, laughing. Ringo finally gave in, laughing still.

"Alright fine." Ringo paused to actually swallow the bite of the pizza. It was probably all mush so there wasn't much to taste. He opened his mouth.

"Good." I smiled. We headed back to his room.