This is a request for @marmaladeskies67. Their idea was amazing, and I hope I do it justice x
I hated seeing her with him. I hated seeing him with her. She didn't love him, nor did he love her.
Not like she loved me.
Downing yet another drink, I glare at the man in (Y/N)'s arms, pushing her rather than guiding her round the dance floor. I watched as his eyes were not locked onto her beautiful blue eyes, but another woman's body.
What I wouldn't give to be looking into those depths right now.
They danced to song after song, and I swallowed drink after drink. Every time they swayed to the music and she was facing me, she would send a sympathetic look into my eyes, which seemed to capture hers despite the distance between us.
I would smile, and put on a brave face, convincing myself I was happy for her and happy that I had someone at home, waiting for me. Neither were true.
The truth is: I want her. I've wanted her since the moment I laid my eyes on her and heard her lilting voice drift through the air.
And I did have her. For three glorious months, we were happy, and it seems that was the only time I'd ever been truly happy. We would lie outside on the lawn of her house in the sun, talking, laughing, enjoying.
But life happened, and we had to stop. Although we stayed friends, every time I see her, I want to hold her forever, stop her from seeing that bastard. I want her.
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(Y/N)'s POV
"Well, thanks for a great night, Ringo." I smile, coming to a gentle halt outside my flat.
"No problem. Thank you both for turning up, for once." He laughs.
I gasp at his comment before laughing with him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Fred glaring at my best friend.
"Would you like to-"
"No. Sorry, Richard. We've got things to do." Fred interrupts me.
Looking at Ringo and biting my lip, I mouth that 'I'm sorry.'
"I'll see you soon." I smile, stepping closer to embrace him.
Ringo returns the hug warmly, placing his head on my shoulder.
"He's not good for you, you know." Ringo whispers into my ear, immediately stepping away, bowing as he walks away.
I open my mouth to call him out on what he said, but something in my mind stopped me. Something was telling me that Ringo was right.
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"(Y/N)! GET HERE!" Fred yells from where he's currently sat in the living room.
"Yes, love?" I ask, meekly.
"This carpets fucking filthy! I thought you'd cleaned it?"
"Oh! See, I didn't have time to because we were going out." I bite my lip, worried about pressing Fred's buttons.
"Ah! So just because you were going to see that little bastard, you thought you could neglect your duties?"
"Well, no bu-"
"NO BUTS! You are a woman, and a woman's job is to clean. And if that twat is stopping you, I forbid you to see him again."
Eyebrows raised in absolute outrage, I step back away from my boyfriend of four months.
