Author's Note: OMG I am SOO sorry that that last chapter was so short! I promise I will make this one a little longer!
Chapter Eleven
After getting out of the cab, we walked back into the hotel room to find the other three lads rushing about. "Oi, fellas! What's the rush for?" Ringo called to a passing George.
"Brian just called! Can't talk! Must pack!" George screamed jumping over the sofa.
"Pack for what?" I yelled.
"We're going back to Liverpool!" Paul said.
"We get to go home!" John threw two suitcases at us. "We no longer have to be stuck in this dingy hotel room…not that you lot don't make it interesting."
My smile sagged a little. "Come on, love. Let's go pack. We get to go home!" Ringo took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. He started to throw his clothes in the suitcase. I sat down on the bed and stared at the door. "What is it, love?"
"I don't have a home, anymore. I used to share an apartment with Ricky but now he's probably got some other girl in it." I said, twiddling my thumbs.
"Audrey, don't be silly. You are coming to my place to stay with me. You're my girlfriend. There was no way in hell I would let you go back to that arse-hole Ricky." Ringo made a face.
"I feel bad, though."
"Why's that?"
"I'd feel like I'm mooching off of you."
"You wouldn't be mooching."
"At least let me pay some of the rent; I'd feel awful if I didn't." I gave him a puppy dog face.
"Alright, fine. Now, come on, get your stuff packed. I haven't been home in 5 months." So I started to pack all my things.
After about twenty minutes, all of us were finished. We all got into the car and were waiting in anticipation to arrive home. The other three lads were dropped off first. I grabbed Ringo's hand and squeezed it when we pulled up in front of his apartment building. "We're home." He said with a sigh.
We got out of the car and dragged our suitcases inside the building. He got out his key and put it in the lock. "There's no place like home." He said in a falsetto voice, booty bumping the door open. His hands were full with luggage. I laughed and looked around. It was surprisingly clean. The kitchen was simple and it lead right into a living room with two couches and a small television set. There was one bedroom, one bathroom and then another door which I assumed led to what I was sure to be a closet. "It ain't much but its home." Ringo said putting his arms around my waist.
"It's so cute. I love it." I kissed his nose.
"And I love you." Ringo pulled me into him for a hug. I pulled out of his grasp and started to run away. "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that!" He ran after me and picked me up running into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and leaped onto it next to me.
I started to get a little excited so I ran my finger up and down his legs. I looked up at his face and he was asleep. God damn. Oh well, there'd be plenty of time for that later. I turned on my side and cuddled up next to him.