Chapter 1

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by badlittleboyy

by badlittleboyy

Mickeys pov

It's been two years since Ian left me at the border. My charges were dropped, and I can finally go back to Chicago where I really belong.

I've been driving for about a day now, and I'm almost in Chicago. I'm not going straight to Ian, I'm gonna play hard to get. I'm gonna let everyone know that I'm back in town. But what's really gonna mess with him, is I'm not going to go see him. He has to find me, if he even still loves me.

I have to find a job now that I'm back, and I know a great place.

Fairytale.

"Gimme a job," I demand, to the man I had once beaten up before.

"Mickey..?" He asks, eyes widening.

"Yeah I'm back now, give me a job," I demand again.

"Fine.." he mumbles out.

(Sorry for all the time skips I'm just kinda filling in for this chapter)

It's been two weeks since I've been back, and I thinks the rumors have spread. I know it's about to be dramatic because Ian mother fucking Gallagher just walked through the doors of fairytale.

I'm still up on the stage, so I continue dancing. I've seen Ian dance on this same stage a million times, so I know exactly what I'm doing. I move my ass, my hips, and my hands. Also occasionally doing one of those drops once and a while just to get people's attention for more cash in my golden fucking shorts.

We make eye contact right as a man was putting a five dollar bill in my shorts. My breath caught as I saw that fiery red hair for the first time in real life, and not from a picture. It took everything in me to not run up to him and kiss him. But instead I just smirked, and focused my attention back onto the man putting cash into my shorts.

It's been about fifteen minutes now, and I can feel Ian's eyes burning on me. A man walks over to me, and brings me off the stage.

"Wanna go to my place Noel?"

Noel is my stage name. I don't know why, I just love that name for some reason.

"Sure," I say biting my lip

"Let me just go do something real quick," I said winking.

I walk over to Ian, pull him by the shirt, and kiss him. It was a fast rough kiss, but fuck I forgot how much I missed this.

"Missed me didn't you?" Is all I say before walking off, and going to probably fuck this guy like most nights with all different people. The life of a stripper. Fucking weird.