Gallavich one shot :)

Do you remember me? Part 2

Hiya sorry for the delay but part 2 is out part 3 hopefully would be out soon as well!
Love ya ❤️

After being rolled by the nurse to the exam room, Ian was faced with some large questions.
Why does he feel some connection with this man?
Maybe he knew him from his past life? because he knows for a fact that whoever he was back then won't be back. Maybe a beast of his past can shine its way through his life, but the majority of it has turned to dust.
Now all he has to do is figure out who he saw and reflect on who he is.
When all the scans were over, he thanked the kind nurse who helped him back to his room and bed. He saw his roommate was asleep, so he decided not to interrupt him and got into digging. He pulled out what he assumed to be his phone that he got back from the nurse the other day and stared at it in confusion.
How do you operate it?
How do you even open it?
It was much bigger than what he was used to; up until now, he had an iPhone 4, and with this thing, the iPhone got to know which number was bigger, shinner, or stranger. It had a much bigger camera and screen. He searched for the bottom to start it in the middle part of the phone and was met with nothing. He then looked to the sides and saw two little bottoms that he assumed to be the volume of the phone, up and down. He pressed the volume up bottom and the phoen light up. Showing a picture of him, Mickey, and the little girl that came to see Mickey skating on ice with Mickey holding her hands so she wouldn't fall down.
It seemed like a beautiful moment between Mickey and that little girl, Rylie.
Wait, what if the nurse mixed up their phones?
But Mickey had his phone with him when he came back into the room, and it was charging on the nightstand.
So if it's not Mickey's wife, then maybe his wife?
Nah, that man had the ass of a gay guy. Maybe they knew each other in Ian's past lives and were just good friends. He smiled softly at the photo when suddenly the phone opened with no code or anything.
"The future is crazy," he said to himself as he started to swipe through the apps until he landed on Whatsapp. He opened the app and was met with so many open tabs to read. But in the first one, he was more shocked to look at.

Mick❤️: Hey, sorry for not picking up. Larry gave me his death glare again, and I was terrified to get fired on the spot. I'm guessing you're sleeping by now. Me and Ry are wishing you goodnight. I love you.

It was sent six days ago when Ian was brought here after the acquaintance he had that he just learned was in the army. But this chat he and Mickey had between them was weird. If he and Mickey knew each other in some way or another and somehow that little girl was involved with their lives,.
Why didn't Mickey say anything?
Explain?
Why did he act like he didn't know him?
Did he do something wrong?
So many questions were running through his mind that he felt his head about to explode. He tried to make it stop, to breathe anything. But all he felt was pain, anger, and disappointment, and then it was all black.
The sun was back out when he woke up. He looked around the room and saw Mickey sleeping in the chair next to his bed. He looked so peaceful compared to what he seemed like when he slept in the bed next to him. He was much calmer next to him.
"Good morning sleepy beauty." Mickey said as he woke up, smiling at Ian.
"Morning," he said, yawing, "how long was I out?"
"Two days ago, the doctors said you got access to your phone and read some parts of your life that caused you massive headaches, or whatever word he used." He shurgged by the end, sitting up straight and then looking back at him. "So what did you read, Excatuly?"
"Were you and past me fucking?" Mickey laughed, and Ian raised his brow at him.
"Yes, yes, we were."
"Were we more than that?" he asked.
"I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you that yet. I don't want you out for two more days." Mickey explained himself, shrugging at the end.
I don't want you out for two more days.
He repeated this sentence in his head. It sounded pretty similar to something he had heard in the past.
"I care about you. I love you."
But who said that to him? He could have guessed it to be a man's voice, but nothing more.
"So I'm taking it as a yes," he replied, looking at Mickey, who looked so comfortable.
"Smart ass, aren't you?"
"It takes one to know a bitch."
Again, this voice was played in his ears like a memory, something from back then, and the more he heard Mickey's voice, the more he could connect the dots.
"So if we were more than a hookup, which I'm very glad about, who is that girl?"
"I told you it was my kid, Rylie."
"Do me and her have some sort of bond? Because I saw a picture of her and you on my phone as wallpaper. Were we lovers? boyfriends? Friends with benefits? What were we, Mickey?"
He felt Mickey taking a deep breath in; he saw him trying to calm down his nerves before speaking up.
"Listen." I know that you have a lot of questions, and you want all the answers in the world right here and now. But I don't want you to send yourself into another panic attack and blackout. So I'm going to answer one question per day, alright? That's what the doctor said to get your memory on track without more loss, okay?" Ian nodded.
"Yes, we knew each other in the past, and yes, we were more than a casual hookup."
"You said one question per day?" Ian smirked, and Mickey rolled his eyes.
"Go back to sleep, Einstein; I'll see you tomorrow," Mickey said, and then he stood up and grabbed his jacket that was behind his chair.
"Aren't you staying at the hospital as well after your fall?"
"I asked to stay until you wake up to see you alright; get better, ginger," he smiled, and then he was gone, leaving Ian with a big, sappy face.

That night, that voice was back, and it was louder.

He was running down the street to an old house that was down his street. It looked quite sketchy and scary—not a house you would raise a family in. He knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he opened it, and to his surprise, no one was there except someone who was snoring from a room with a big sign over it saying, 'Stay the fuck out'. He then noticed he was holding some sort of iron in his hand and used it to poke the man's body awake.
"I want the gun back, Mickey!" he called, raising the iron in the air.
"Gallagher?" Mickey asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"The gun, Mickey! "He called again, pointing the iron towards the drawer where he assumed Mickey had stacked the gun.
"Alright, alright," he said, moving towards the drawer to take the gun, which Ian assumed, yet with a quick motion, Ian found himself being pinned against the wall, being punched, and back by the thug, which he saw on top of him. He looked so hot like that; he was out of breath from feeling his hard cock against his lower body. As their eyes locked and some sort of agreement was made between them, their clothes found their place on the floor, and it all fell into a blissful moment.
Then it was all gone and was replaced by another scene where he was sitting in the front seat of a van with Mickey in front of him, and there were guys that looked like him.
"Hi, no guns guys, it's just some drunk old lady," he said to them as they all piled back their guns in the brown back and then moved away. Ian then looked back inside the van, ready to drive when he needed to, when he saw Mickey running back towards him, kissing him, and then running back inside the house with a quick flip of his finger.

He jolted back from his dream, gasping for air, as some nurses came rushing towards him, asking what happened and how he felt. And all he said was 'nightmares'. He has been awake since then.
Around nine thirty, Mickey walked inside the room with a paper bag in his hand.
"Morning Ian"
"Morning Mick," he replied back as Mickey looked at him with a raised brow. He only called him like that after they first hooked up and kissed back in the van. Which means Ian remembers some things. But he doesn't want to push it forward so as not to cause him to have another panic attack or more. Now, with the bipolar on the line, he doesn't know what to say or do.
"How did you sleep?" he asked, passing Ian his favorite pastry from the bag. Apple filling.
Ian took a bite from the passtrey with a satisfied tone. It was heavenly against his tongue.
"I need more of this! This is so good."
"Good thing I got you three, but Rylie stoll one when I didn't notice, so you'd have to work with two," Mickey smiled, handing Ian the second pastry. He smiled like a proud kid, eating the second one.

"I didn't sleep really well," he said later that day when they were watching a movie.
"Why?" Mickey asked, posing for the movie.
"I had this dream. I was in some old house that was apparently down my street and towards it," he started looking back at Mickey, who motioned for him to go on.
"No one was inside, and it looked like a pig sty. I then stood outside of some room with a sign saying, 'Stay the fuck out'. I walked then inside the room, and there was someone on the bed snoring, and I poked them with some iron thing I had in my hand."
"A pipe," Mickey corrected.
"So you do know what I'm talking about! "Ian excels
"Of course I do." Mickey smiled. "We had sex for the first time that night.".
"Then the scean was replaced with another, and me, you, and some three other men's were outside some fancy-looking house. Then we were talking about something, and you put something back in a bag, and when you left back inside the house and Dint looked back, I was facing the other way around, and you came out of the house. Kiss me, and then run back out."
"That was our first kiss, after you got me jealous over another guy," Mickey explained, looking at Ian blushing slightly, not very proud of who he was back then or how he acted to him.
"How did I make you jealous? In the dream, which I'm guessing now is a memory of us, you were so confident and thug-looking."
"Are you sure that's the question you want to go for today?" Mickey asked, and Ian nodded.
"Alright, suit yourself. After that one-time hookup, you were seeing on the side a man named Ned who was too old for you."
"How old?" Ian asked curious
"Like Grandpa Old."
"Ew, ew, ew," he said, trying to brush away the feeling of sleeping with someone who is his dad's age.
"And he kept saying all the things he did to you, and I couldn't because I was scared to come out, and you cornered me up one day about it, and the next time I saw you, I kissed you to make you shut up."
"Well, that sure helped because I want to kiss you right now." Ian smirked, and Mickey chuckled.
"When you remember who you are, Gallagher, I promise you I'll do more kissing," Mickey said, and Ian blushed.
"Get some rest, lover boy."