I woke up and noticed I was on the couch. I looked down to see Ian laying down on the floor. He was spread out, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were closed.
I remember we watched movies all night long, I guess we fell asleep down here. I decided against to get up because I would probably end up stepping on Ian and waking him up. He needs his sleep. He's always up all night rambling about stupid shit, telling me jokes. I couldn't even enjoy the fucking movies last because he kept telling me all about the movie, he saw it before and I've never seen it so he thought it was a good idea to explain every fucking scene to me as if I wasn't looking right at it.
I then started to hear a baby crying. "Fuck, Ian's trying to sleep." I screamed, Debbie came walking down the steps with her baby in her hand. (Idc if she didn't have her baby yet at this time. This is gonna be different then the show.)
"Why are you guys sleeping down here anyway?"
"Because we felt like it."
The baby started to cry even fucking louder. "Can you shut that baby up," I said as I saw Ian slightly move. He reached his hand out and quickly opened his eyes. "'Mickey..." he said as he looked around, his eyes landed on mine and he let out a breath. "I'm right here," I breathed out.
"What's- why," he mumbled.
"What? Are you okay?" I asked as I got down on the floor and laid down next to him.
"I want to sleep today." He whispered.
I nodded my head and kissed his forehead. "Okay, that's okay. I'll tell Fiona your not coming into work." I said as I put my fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes as I continued to play with his hair.
His chest began to fall up and down which means he's asleep already. I got up and looked for my phone, it was shoved between the two couch cushions. I dialed Fiona's number, "hello."
"Hey, Ian's uh- a little sick. He can't come in."
"Sick? Is he okay?"
"Yeah, probably just a cold or something."
I hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. "He's okay?" Debbie asked.
"Yeah, just tired."
.......
I'm fucking bored. Bored out of my fucking mind. Ian's been asleep all day. He woke up once and all he did was tell me he wanted to sleep some more, pissed, and then went back to bed.
Every damn member of the Gallagher family came in, asked if he was okay, and then eventually left. I hope he's not depressed again. It seems like he's just tired, probably from all the talking he's been doing lately.
"Mick," he mumbled.
"Yeah Ian, I'm here." I put my hand on his arm.
He moved to face me. His eyes opened and he smiled lightly. "Your still here."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's been all day. What have you been doing?"
"Watching you sleep." I said.
He laughed, "your just so in love with me."
"Shut up. I was scared to put the Tv on because I thought it would wake you up, but I did order pizza and you are eating it."
"Not hungry."
"Don't care." I said as I herd a knock on the door. I got up and checked my wallet to see I only have five bucks. Shit.
I herd another knock on the door, "you can fucking wait," I said loudly as I walked upstairs and knocked on Debbie's room. "Yeah?"
"Hey, do you have like ten bucks?"
"Yeah, I've been stealing rich ladies strollers at the park. So I'm stacked." She said as she reached for her wallet and handed me a ten. I thanked her and walked down stairs, continuing to hear the door knock. Is this dude fucking serious?
I opened the door to see a short guy, "My boyfriend is trying to fucking sleep." I said as I snatched the pizza from him and handed him the money. "Fuck you," I said as I slammed the door in his face. I put the pizza down in the kitchen. I'm not even hungry to be honest. But Ian has to eat.
I got out a plate and took a slice of pizza. I put one on a plate and then got some water for him. I brought it into the living room and gladly Ian was sat up. I handed him the plate and put the water down next to him.
"A couple bites," I told him as I sat on the couch.
"What about you?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Either am I." He said as he took a bite. I watched him chew it and swallow it.
"Well, I ate today." I lied to him.
He took two more bites and then put the plate down beside him. He took a sip of water and then put his glass down. He got up and then went into the kitchen and int the bathroom. I got up and grabbed the plate from him. "One more bite?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No Mick."
I sighed and went into the kitchen to put the plate into the sink. I went back into the living room. Ian was sitting down on the couch. I sat down next to him. "What time is it?"
"Ten."
"Shit, well now I'm no where near tired."
"Great." I mumbled.
