John: He was angry after seeing you talking to another guy. He stormed up to you and nodded at the guy, "She's a wonderfully stirring creature, isn't she?" After pulling you away, he nearly dragged you out of the club and tossed you into the car. The ride home was uncomfortable silent and no one said a word until he guided you into his apartment.

You two stood in his kitchen; you got a glass of water and he stood with his back towards you.

"Johnny, if you wanted to just take me home, you didn't have to take m-"

"Why the fuck would you think I'd want to take you back to yours?" He spat back, turning on his heel to face you.

You were startled but you didn't let it get to you. He wasn't really mad, was he? "Well you do seem pretty angry at me!"  You tried to bulk up your voice and sound tough, and it seemed to have the effect you wanted.

"Dammit, Y/N!" He tore off his jacket and threw it across the room, making you jump again. "I'm not fuckin' angry at ye!" He looked at you uneasily, "I'm angry at ye. Okay? Fuck, how am I not supposed to be! How 'm I supposed to feel when I see the woman I love talking to another fucking bloke!"

He was full-blown yelling, but that's not what shocked you this time. "The woman you love?" You spoke softly, walking towards him. John was prepared to yell again, but you stopped him, laying your hand on his forearm and smiling. "The woman you love." You said it the second time like it was a fact, like you were finally getting used to the thought.

"Y-yeah... I mean I- well..." He looked down as if he was ashamed of himself. "I... I've loved you since the first second I saw you."

"And I love you too, you arrogant, hot-headed, jealous, stubbo-" He smirked and cut you off with a gentle kiss, as if to make up for yelling, causing you to errupt into a giggle fit against his lips. "I really do love you." You whispered when he pulled back, bringing your arms up and around his neck. John pulled you closer by your waist and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'm glad you do, it would be hard to find another woman who would put up with my arrogant, hot-headed, stubborn, jea-"

This time, it was you who cut him off.

Paul: You found out he loved you by accident. You and Paul were best friends since grade school and you had seen each other go through heart break after heart break, and you two never failed to support each other. Now you both were 22, and his career was taking off. Most of his time was spent writing songs with one of his friends you hadn't met yet. You were seeing less and less of Paul, and it took a toll on you both.

One of the first times you two were together for a while was the first time you met his friend, John. He was just like Paul described, a master of abject humilitation, sardonic humor and most importantly, full of charm and musical genius. Him and Paul made a perfect pair.

The shin-dig was in John's apartment, and before you left you went to grab your jacket (John had set it on his bed whilst you were hugging Paul when you first arrived). You slipped it on and your eyes grazed around the small room, a pile of papers in the corner. You walked over and peered at the first page.

Scrawled on it were lyrics, in Paul's handwriting;

I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing
In hopes that my dreams will come true.

And while I'm away,
I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you... Y/N

You grinned and held the paper against your chest, sighing. You walked into the room they were in, and they were both looking at you, startled. Paul stood up and set his guitar down, pointing at the paper in your hands. "Y/N... w-w-what is tha-"

"Did you write this about me?" You voice came out soft and your eyes were filled with hope.

"That one and, ha, many, many, many others." Paul blushed. That was your cue; you walked over and grabbed is face, kissing him slowly and passionately.

"Christ, finally!" John bantered, leaning back in his chair.

George: His brother and his wife were going out of town for the weekend, and they trusted you and George to watch over thier little daughter, Heather. The five year old was a cheeky, energenic little girl and she enjoyed finally having an older girl to play with. She made you run around with her all day, and you carried her into the house when she was finally tuckered out. George was in the living room, playing his guitar, and he grinned when he saw the two of you walk into the room. He couldn't help but think of when you would be holding a child he helped create. "Did you two have fun?"

Heather giggled and nodded rapidly. "Yes yes yes! I loved playing with Y/N!" She smiled and let out a big yawn, wrapping her little arms around your neck. "When are you two gonna get married?"

"W-what? Georgie..." You looked at him frantically, hoping he would answer for you. He was shocked himself, he didn't know what to say at all, so he didn't say anything. "Well, Heather um... we're not getting married."

"Well why not?" The young girl seemed confused. "D-don't you love her, Uncle Georgie?"

George blushed brightly and bit his lip before answering. "I love Y/N very much." He said, and it was directed exclusively at you rather than Heather.

"George..."

"We just don't want to get married yet, is all. I'm sure we will... seeing as I have no intentions to meet any other girls or anything like that. But even implying that we'd get married would be too... too sudden, yeah, sudden." He motioned for you to bring the young girl over
and you did, setting her on the couch next to her uncle. You sat on the floor in front of him, cross legged.

"Well do you love him too, Y/N?"

You made sure that George was looking into your eyes before you answered. "I love him more than I can ever say." He gave you a warm smile and reached out, rubbing your shoulder, which was all the affection he could give you in front of his niece. "We'd have to think and plan it out a little more before we would maybe get married. But I do think we're heading in that direction, wouldn't you, Georgie?"

"I absolutely do. I also think it's about time to get some shut eye, huh, little one?"

With little protest, George was able to put little Heather to bed, and after shutting the door, he turned to you, smiling shyly. "I..I..."

"I love you, George Harrison." You whispered, brushing your lips gently against his. He shuddered, laying his hands on your cheeks.

"I love you too Y/N... so fuckin' much..."

Ringo: You woke up before he did, like most mornings, and also like most mornings, you didn't bother actually beginning your day. You chose to just lay there, listening to his breaths and admiring the things about him that you didn't notice when he was awake. After an hour or so, your eyes found their way shut again and you started to drift off. His grip around your waist tightened as he stirred, bringing you out of your weak slumber.

"Rings, baby?"

"You... you look so beautiful..." He mumbled, even though his eyes were still shut. Nonetheless, it still made you blush.

"Richard... wake up darling..." You kissed his cheek and he grinned, but he still didn't wake up.

"Y/N, wait, that part comes later..." Ringo managed to put one of his fingers up to your lips, like he was shushing you. You raised your eyebrows and decided just to watch him again, hopefully to catch a glimpse inside his mind. After a while he smiled like an idiot and you watched his lips form words you never thought of him saying to you. "I do."

"I do?!" You repeated, sitting up, your jaw dropping slightly. "Ringo, wake u-"

"Now 'ere's the part you've b'n wait'n' for... C'mere n' let me kiss ya, me bride." He pulled you back to him and kissed your cheek sloppily, as if he were kissing your lips. You smiled and rolled your eyes, grabbing his face and kissing him for real. He hummed with appriciation, rubbing your sides affectionately whilst he kissed you. You broke the kiss gently and rubbed his chest whilst he leaned in and whispered softly in your ear. "I love you, Y/N..."

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him with wide eyes. His eyes were finally opened, too, and you both stared at each other for a second.

"That was... that was some dream you had, huh, lover boy?" You sat up and looked at your knees, laying your hands on your thighs.

"I... I meant what I said..." He rubbed your back and placed kisses along the back of your neck. "I really love you... dream or no dream."

"You love your dream bride, Ritchie... what if that isn't me?"

Ringo laughed and pulled you into his lap, laying kisses on your shoulders and up your collar bones. "It was definitely you in the dream."

"Oh Ringo..." You hummed and smiled, tracing along the viens in his wrists. "I'm glad I was, because it would be quite awkward if I loved you too, but I wasn't the lucky little lady in your dream."