Gallavich ||One Shots||

Of course I do, you idiot! ||Fluff||

TW's: Blood, mention of bullying
Set: they are in 12th grade
Prompt: Mickey is Ian's bully and one day things change.

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||Ian's P.O.V||

I was in the bathroom cleaning blood from my face, when I heard the door open. I looked up and saw Mickey Milkovich blue eyes staring back into my emerald green ones. I went rigid with fear as I saw Mickey continue to walk closer to me.

He stood behind me and set his hand heavily on my shoulder. I flinched away from it and looked into his eyes. He looked right back at me with a glint of sadness. 'No, It's not sadness. It can't be,'  I thought to myself. He looked at me for a few more seconds before he slowly turned my rigid body to face him.   

"Who did this?" He asked, carefully looking at my face.

I looked deep into his eyes and swallowed down the lump in my throat. Did I mention I have a huge crush on Mickey? I've actually have one since 9th grade. He put his hand on my cheek and ran his thumb under my eyes gently, we're blood had been a few moments ago. Why is he being so sweet and gentle? Is he sick?    

"C-Cole," I stuttered out. His face hardened and I could see the rage building in his eyes. I flinched involuntary, and his gaze quickly softened. He slowly leaned down and put his forehead to mine, his eyes filling with shame, sadness, and regret. Yeah, he's definitely sick. Or dying. Wait, no, let's not jinx it. I mean, oh no, that'd be bad.    

"I'm so sorry, Gallagher," he whispered softly. I stood shocked, yet again. He was apologizing? To me? What? He must have seen my confused facial expression, because he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body. Then he began to explain.   

"I'm sorry for everything. The bullying. The teasing. The abuse. Everything. I know this isn't a good excuse, but I did it because I like you. A lot more than I should. And that scared me. So, I started to hurt you, hoping the stupid, fluffy feelings would disappear, but they didn't. And they won't. And I finally accept that. I accept myself."

When he was done, he pulled back slightly and looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Ian Gallagher, I hope you can forgive me. And I hope that you will be mine?" I thought for a second. My bully, my crush, the reason my heart is beating today, wants me to be his. So what did I say?

"Of course I do, you idiot!"

And I repeated those words five years later when he got down on one knee with a little box in his hand.

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