Harristarkey/Starrison (UNFINISHED)

Another day, another morning

I slept in the guest room that night. But wouldn't it be so cool if we slept in the same room? I was still wearing my jeans and T-shirt. Gosh, that was probably so uncomfortable! I don't quite remember what happened after that last scene. I guess I passed out and Ringo carried me to this room. But how could he do that? I'm so much bigger than him. He must be pretty strong. I chuckled to myself. Oh well, it's 7AM. I wonder if Ringo is awake.

I got up and stretched. I walked downstairs to see his door. I could tell it was his because he had a DIY sign on it that said, 'RINGO'S TERRITORY'. Gosh, how nerdy. I chuckled. The door was open. He didn't lock it, huh. I didn't want to wake him up if he was still sleeping. He'll come out when he wants to. But let me just check first.

I carefully opened the door as gently as possible, only a little to see his bed. He wasn't there. I'm confused. I opened it more, exposing a peek that showed nearly his whole room. No where to be found. I stopped being a pussy and opened the door fully. Where did he go?

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped up and looked behind me.

"There you are!" It was Ringo! He was already awake. "I went downstairs to find you, but you weren't there. I practically looked everywhere. I thought you ditched me for a while." He blushed. "At least I found you. Anyways, I woke up at 5 and made some crumpets and tea for breakfast... uh... you like that... right?" His voice dropped shyly.

"Oh yeah! I do. I thought you were still asleep." I giggled. We headed to the dining room and took a seat.

"Y'know," Ringo was munching on the crumpet when he took a sip of tea to clear his voice. "Im sorry last night was so boring. I forgot you didn't bring pajamas to wear. You had to sleep in those ol' clothes. I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes, too. I didn't change because, I didn't want you to feel so awkward and embarrassed." He blushed.

He did that? For ME? Oh gosh, this is so cool!! It's not much but... Okay, Harrison. That's enough. "Really? I didn't notice. You didn't have to do that," my cheeks burned up. "But really, thanks. Oh, you're probably right about me feeling embarrassed. I'm really shy... If you couldn't tell. Oh and last nigh-" Shut up George. You're talking too much. "Oh, never mind, actually. I was- I was thinking of something else." I backtracked. I ate a couple bites of the crumpet.

"Oh." Ringo drank more tea. "Are we coming to the studio today? Oh I have to practice!" He got up, panicking.

"No no! It's Saturday. We'll be back on Monday. Don't rush." I sat him down.

"Oh, okay." He calmed down. The conversation was getting kind of dry. What am I gonna do to make it more interesting...

"Boys." I blurted out.

"Huh?" Ringo sat down his fork.

"Boys. Do you like boys?" Harrison, stop! What are you doing? Too soon... too SOON! I couldn't hold it in. It's so early, and I knew that! Already past 7:30 and it's only been yesterday that we met. But I just HAD to know. Oh what have I done. I've embarrassed myself too much.

"Uhh..." Ringo hesitated to answer that question. He smiled awkwardly and blushed.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. I just- it was so random of me. I just thought- because- You don't have to answer that question if you don't want!" I worried.

"Oh it's fine. I do agree it was a pretty boring conversation." I looked down, he was fidgeting with his rings. He's probably gay.

**

After that breakfast, Ringo offered to drive me home. I insisted that I could walk myself home. After a short, polite argument about whether I should walk or take the car, I won. I walked home, the hot summer sun was gazing upon me. It was so lonely walking home. Maybe I should've rode the car with Ringo. But how could I after that awkward conversation. It's 1962, who talks about that anymore?

When I finally got home, my first instincts were to call Ringo. He gave everyone in the band his number. I ran to the phone and dialed the number, afraid he wasn't gonna pick up.

A couple seconds later, a muffled voice is heard. "Hello?" The sound of Ringo's voice gave me a relief. So familiar, but so new. God, I love his voice.

"It's me, George. I'm sorry about that conversation. I've probably said sorry so many times. I guess I'm sorry for saying sorry, too." I giggled awkwardly.

"Oh it's fine." Ringo laughed. "Oh, and by the way... I'm gay."

I knew it.