Fuck You Gallagher

Don't fucking tell me what's impossible

"Don't fucking see him mickey, it's a dumb decision." Logan tries to stop me

Ian asked , well begged me to come over. Maybe he wants to rekindle or some shit, I don't know.

"Mickey come over please, I need you."
That's what his text was

"He needs me logan I have to go." I get dressed in my own clothes

"He doesn't need you mickey he's just going to hurt you again." Logan begs me

"What if he wants me again." I throw my coat on, my voice cracks

"Are you trying to convince me or you, that's impossible-"

"Don't fucking tell me what's impossible!" I lost my temper on logan, the poor man who doesn't deserve any of this but I didn't feel that way at the time.

He stays quiet, he switches on his blue light so he can see me.

"OK." He gets up wrapping me in a hug.

"If you need to come back do, ok?" He strokes the back of my head

It felt warm, those few seconds I was held felt like hours, I needed and appreciated it but acted like I hated it.

Then I feel a weird pushy feeling on me, like I'm being used. I push him away after a few seconds continuing getting dressed.

"I don't need you."

He nods

Fucking pathetic, he tries to be so innocent but I know he isn't.

"What you think we were boyfriend and girlfriend here? You're nothing but a warm mouth to me." I spit at him
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LOGANS POV
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I can't do this, this confrontation.
I could laugh and say something back but im close to tears when he says this,
A warm mouth? Surely I'm more than that, I've held him, comforted him, we've had sex at least 12 times but Surely I'm more than that.

A part of me thinks he is just saying this to deflect, but a bigger part of me thinks he isn't lying, I feel like a weird third piece in this, like he doesn't even think of me after we meet.

"We ain't a thing here alright, get that through your thick skull." He says this in a low soft voice.

That's it, he's set off the water works.

I feel lots of wet tears roll down my cheeks but I make sure to be silent, kind of a I don't see you, you don't see me situation, but boy does he see me, his judgy eyes stare like daggers into me.

"Are you fucking crying?" He says louder, making me jump unexpectedly.

"No." I wipe my tears but they come down faster.

"What the fuck you crying for?!" He's shocked and amused at the same time, making his amusement all the worse when he cracks a smirk

"I'm not...fucking crying." I wipe more tears away.

"Wha...what! What the fuck?" He laughs mockingly like he genuinely doesn't believe me.

"Go if you're gonna go!" I shouted through a mouthful of tears, I don't want him to go, in our short time I've grown a want for him.

"Alright! I was anyway!... fuckin psycho." He suddenly turns with anger and walks out slamming the door.

Sorry I know it's short but I'm so preoccupied with my other story I'm finding it hard to get motivated for this one! Will do the next part tomorrow just have to edit it now!