Ringo Imagine:

He was supposed to be having fun.

That was the point of a party, wasn't it? To have fun? To spend time with your mates? To dance? Drink to your heart's content? Not have a single care in the world? Parties were supposed to be fun.

Ringo was not having fun.

It wasn't that he hated to party. He loved it, in fact.

But how was he supposed to enjoy himself when all he could think about was you, talking to other boys and cracking jokes with them? How was he supposed to dance when all that was on his mind was your beautiful H/C hair, your wondrous, sparkling E/C eyes, and your voice... your soothing, melodic voice?

It was safe for Ringo to say that he was hopelessly in love with you. He had been for years, ever since you both started high school. He didn't know how it happened. One day, you two were just best friends, partners in crime... Then the next day, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

He felt truly pathetic. He had felt pain before, had been scared before. He spent most of his childhood in hospitals. There were even times when he almost died. But he survived. He pulled through. So why was it that the mere thought of admitting his feelings to you was so damn terrifying?

He leaned against the wall with a bottle of beer in his hand, glumly watching as you giggled at a joke one of the guys had said. He even caught you hugging one of them. God, Y/N... why can't you see me? I'm standing right here...

***

"I'm struggling to understand, Y/N..."

You smiled and shook your head at Devon, your friend in your English class. "Which part?"

"So I understand that the witches told Macbeth about this prophecy, but... I don't know what the prophecy is?" Devon sighed. "I know, it's stupid... I'm just not good in English."

"Don't worry about it," you smiled politely. "Lucky for you, English is my best class."

You explained the prophecy to Devon and patiently answered any other questions he had about the play. He grinned at you.

"Cheers, Y/N!" he said brightly. "You're a lifesaver! Damn, Macbeth actually seems like a good story..."

"It's quite good, so long as you understand it," you laughed.

"Hey, I have you now to help me, so I'll be able to enjoy it as well," Devon winked. "Maybe you can tell me more about the story over dinner next Saturday?"

You blinked, startled. You awkwardly scratched the back of your head. "Devon... I'm flattered. I really am, but..."

Devon held up a hand and smiled in understanding, shaking his head. "No need to explain," he said. "It was worth a shot. I'm alright with being friends with you."

You guiltily looked at him and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry, Devon. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Don't worry about it, Y/N," he shook his head. "Besides, I'm lucky enough to have you as a friend... and a tutor, apparently."

You chuckled and released him. "Thanks..."

Soon, Devon left to find his brother. You sighed and glanced around. After a quick scan around the house, you spotted Ringo standing against the wall with a distant look, absentmindedly sipping his beer. You smiled and approached the blue-eyed boy, shimmying your hips along with the music on the way.

"Ringo!" you called, raising your voice over the music. Ringo peered up and smiled small. "What're you doing, standing here all alone? Come and dance!"

Ringo chewed on his lower lip and shrugged. "I don't know... maybe later, Y/N."

"Later?" you repeated. "You're no fun. But I hate to leave you alone, so I guess I'll have to stand against the boring wall with you." You playfully grinned at him. "Even though there's a dance floor... right over there. Everyone else is having fun. But not us, no. We have this wall."

Ringo arched a brow at you. "You don't have to stand with me if you don't want to. You can go dance with your boyfriend. I don't mind."

You looked at him weird. "My boyfriend? What world are you living in?"

"Come on, Y/N," Ringo sighed, looking away from you. "I just saw you hugging him. Really, it's fine. I'll probably be going home soon anyway."

"Are you talking about Devon?" you asked. "Because he's just a friend of mine in English. As far as I'm concerned, I'm single and available."

Ringo was silent momentarily. "Really?" he asked in a small voice.

"Yup!" you said cheerfully. "Why, Rings? Were you jealous?" You fluttered your eyes at him and pinched his cheek.

"Actually... yes."

You chuckled for a moment, but after Ringo gazed at you seriously, you quietened. "Wait... really?" After a single nod of his head, you questioned, "Why?"

"Well, you know..." he chuckled nervously. "I've just... been wanting to ask you out for awhile now. I mean, you're very cute... Well, no, actually, you're beautiful. And I really like you." After a short pause, he mumbled, "Actually... I fancy myself in love with you, Y/N."

"Ringo," you said in disbelief. "Are you... are you saying you want to go out on a date?"

"Yeah... yeah, I am."

There was another moment of silence. Ringo grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut and internally groaning. I knew it... I shouldn't have said anything. Damn it...

The silence suddenly shattered when you laughed.

"It's about bloody time!" you cried, throwing your arms around Ringo's neck and hugging him tightly. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask me out? I mean, I always had the feeling that maybe you liked me, but after some time I thought I was wrong... Oh, I'm so happy! I'm so glad I'm not wrong! Ringo, I love you too!"

"Really? You do?" Ringo gazed at you with wide eyes. A large smile broke from his face. "God, Y/N, do you have any idea how happy that makes me? I've loved you for so long... Way too long." He sighed in content and gently kissed your lips. "It's alright... It was so worth the wait."

Requested by @marmaladeskies67! :)