Always going to be him//Gallavich

Thirty

IAN
Maybe Fiona was right. I like Trevor, yes, but I don't love him. When I headed back to my room, the sun was already rising. I needed to talk to Trevor, before it was too late.

"Ian, what's wrong? You look terrible..." Trevor held my hand.

"Trevor, I really really like you. You're nice to me, you're sweet, kind and you help teenagers. But..." I started.

"But you don't love me." He finished my sentence.

"I'm so sorry." I tried to apologise, but Trevor stopped me and smiled.

"It's okay, Ian. At least you had the guts to tell me, instead of cheating on me and letting me find out. It takes a tough person to tell someone that they don't want to date anymore." Trevor hugged me.

"Thank you...for understanding." I smiled.

"Well, it's morning, so I'll get dressed and I'll be gone soon. But I hope we can still be friends?" Trevor asked.

"Of course." I sighed, feeling relieved.

The rest of the morning was great. Trevor and I hung out, as friends. We got some burgers, and even hung out with some of his friends at a nearby park.

When 5 pm hit, I decided to go and find Mickey. We definitely needed to talk. I wanted to hear his apology and I was nervous to see him for the first time in 6 months. I checked almost every bar in Chicago, expecting to find Mickey drinking like there was no tomorrow. I even checked The Alibi, considering Mickey drinks there whenever he just needs to drink and not talk.

I walked around Chicago, confused when I didn't see Mickey anywhere. I stopped when I noticed a gay bar only a few feet from where I was. I decided to go inside and see if Mickey just happened to be there, and to my surprise, he was. But my heart dropped when I saw him drinking with some other dude at the bar. I walked closer, hearing them talk.

"So, Byron...what's your favourite style of music?" Mickey asked, clearly not interested in Byron's answer, but just trying to make conversation.

I didn't get to hear Byron's response, as he apologised to Mickey before heading over to a table of guys, joining into their conversation. I watched as Mickey looked at Byron, smiling. He must have thought that maybe Byron recognised some old friends and was just having a quick chat.

I got closer to Byron, a drink in my hand that I had gotten from the bar without Mickey noticing.

I stood close enough to Byron so I could hear him, my back turned slightly so he couldn't recognise me and Mickey couldn't either.

"Look, I hooked up with him once, and he moved in. I didn't have a choice. Now he won't go. I was hoping, that maybe his ex would be here so that maybe he'd take him off my hands. Please, God." Byron begged, clearly bad-mouthing Mickey without realising that I was standing right behind him.

"So, no, Mickey's not my boyfriend. He's dumb, he's rude, he's politically ignorant, he's violent, he's socially inept. I don't even think he can read. And he's way too aggressive in bed and not in a good way." Byron smirked, clearly happy that he managed to clear up his relationship with Mickey to his friends.

"All right. You convinced me. I'll take him off your hands." I announced, Byron turning around to look at me. His eyes widened, clearly realising that I was Mickey's ex.

"Is this, uh this what you do when you don't like somebody? You bash 'em behind their backs? Get a good laugh at their expense with your fucking friends? Try to pawn 'em off to some other guy?" I asked, watching as Byron panicked, I was taller than him, so watching him try to defend himself was funny.

"No, I uh, I- I didn't- I didn't m- mean that..." He stuttered, knowing that he had fucked up.

"Byron. Byron, come on. I know exactly what you meant. Unfortunately for you, I'm not the kind of guy who lets people talk shit about the man he loves." I exhaled, looking down at my drink.

"Uh, hey, can you hold this for me?" I held out my drink, Byron taking it with a look of confusion.

Without warning, I punched him in the face, no hesitation. He fell to the floor, the glass shattering everywhere. For the next 15 minutes, I continued to punch Byron, even getting attacked by one of his friends, before eventually, I was pulled outside the bar.

"Okay, tough guy. What the fuck was that?" I recognised that voice.

"Hey...Mickey." I used my jacket sleeve to wipe the blood from my nose.

"As much as I enjoyed watching you beat the ever-living shit out of my date, don't you have a boyfriend waiting for you?" He asked, confused.

"Trevor and I are done. I broke up with him this morning." I admitted, not in the mood to keep my life private from the guy who came out to his dad because of me.

"What?" Mickey's face dropped.

"When I heard your voice message, I realised that no matter who I'm with, it's always going to be you. No one can recreate the love that we have for each other." I smiled, Mickey trying not to blush.

"Well, on the topic of...admitting things, there is something that I want to say." Mickey sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for having a go at you when we were in prison. I'm sorry that we ended things on a bad note. I'm sorry that you left the prison believing that I hated you." Mickey held my hand.

"I forgive you Mickey. We both said things that we didn't mean. Besides, we needed a break, and Trevor, as much as I don't want to admit this, was the right person to prove that I still loved you." I watched as a smile appeared on Mickey's face.

"Really? So...what does that mean for us?" Mickey asked, confused.

"Mickey, will you be my boyfriend again?" I asked, Mickey placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Yes, Gallagher." He smiled. In all honesty, I had never seen Mickey be so lovely.