Beatles one shots ♡

| Ringo |

It had been a long day. You were tired and you had no reason to not just run him and collapse on your bed. Life was becoming more confusing everyday, you had a job, and you had just moved out of your childhood home in which you moved into an apartment.

As you were at least a block or two away from your ever so cozy, warm apartment your attention was no longer drawn to getting home quickly, no, your mind shifted its full attention to a club you hadn't noticed before. In great curiosity, you stepped inside.

Down the steps and into an area filled with teens and young adults such as yourself, smoking, drinking, dancing and shouting over each other as roaring music played. On stage was a band, the sign read it big bold letters:

'Rory storm and the Hurricanes!'

Your mind filled with so many thoughts, racing to catch up to one another. Your body felt completely at ease and calm. Yet your soul seemed to have busted right out of your body, pulling you by the hands all the way to the front of the dark stage, lit dimly with single lights. And your eyes? They took an adventure, seeing as much as physically possible.

You kept a shy gaze to the drummer, he looked awfully astonishing. A burst of hot energy and power was shown boldly in him. His movements were so perfect you hung on to every shift, turn and gesture. His drums beat loudly, filling your ears with an aura of excitement.

As the show came to an end, you couldn't help but stick around. So you did. Slyly you stayed in the shadows, this you hoped, didn't look to creepy or stalker like. You saw the drummer, head for the door to exit the venue. Now was your chance, but could you do it?

You walked out of the club and he was gone. A wave of sadness and regret washed over you. So you headed home, hoping that maybe he'd be back tomorrow. Your mind kept dark until a hand grabbed yours spinning you around.

"Hello, I couldn't help but notice you tonight" You look to see the drummer, or was it? After staring awkwardly for what seemed like forever you spoke

"Were you the drummer?" You asked with a smile

"You could say that, but most people call me Ringo" He winked, letting go of your hand

"Interesting name" You chuckled

"It is, but yours must be just as interesting, probably more" He implied

"Oh, I'm (Y/N)" You justified

"Isn't that beautiful" His voice was soft and sweet, making you blush slightly

"Do you maybe want to come to my place for a cup of tea? I know it's late but I couldn't stand not getting to know you" He chuckled, the awkwardness that started was now faded off into the distance and now you were faced with a comfortable onlooking

"I'd love to" You smiled, he took your hand in his again and walked with you the whole way.

It was much better than sleep.