I'm not so easy anymore.

Chapter 3

Mickeys pov

It's been three and a half years since I've seen the Gallagher house, and today I'm coming over.

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I walk up to the door, and freeze. Am I really doing this? Am I really just gonna walk right in? Well fuck it, maybe it'll be funny to see their reactions.

I walk in, and the first thing I see is a table full of Gallagher's. They don't look over, so I say.

"Sup bitches, I'm back," I smile at them.

"Mickey?! I thought you had almost seven more years in prison?!" Fiona yelled shocked.

"Well charges were dropped, and I'm back." I state happily.

"Where's Ian?" I ask.

"Does he know you're back?" Fiona asks.

"Oh trust me, he fuckin knows," I chuckle. I guess they don't know we're engaged then....

I see Ian walk down the stairs, and I smile at him.

"Hey Mick," he smiled at me.

"Sup dickwaffle," I chuckle over to him.

"So you guys are back together?" Lip asks.

Ian and I walk over to the front of the table, and I slip the ring out of my pocket and onto the table.

"Even better," Ian says, smiling like an idiot.

"You're getting married?!" Debbie practically shrieks.

"Fuck yeah," I reply.

"Congrats guys," lip mutters, out clearly shocked.

"Really?" Fiona asked. She seemed mad.

"Well fuck you too then, goddamn," I exclaimed.

Ian's pov

"Ian could I talk to you for a second?" Fiona asked through clenched teeth.

I followed her into the living room.

"Ian you can't just marry Mickey," she exclaimed.

"Why the fuck not?" I asked, aggravated.

"He's bad for you, he'll set a match to your life. What happened to Trevor? You guys were so good together," Fiona stated.

"Fuck off Fiona, I never stopped having feelings for Mickey and I never will," I spat.

"Fine, ruin your life. But don't come crawling to me when you end up like Monica," Fiona said.

"Fuck. You." I said, looking straight into her eyes.

I storm out of the living room, and walk into the kitchen.

"Mick lets go," I say, as I grab my jacket.

He obviously assumes something happened, and flipped Fiona off as we left. I slammed the door behind us, and shivered as the cold met our faces.

"I can't believe her fucking nerve," I say as we make our way back to our house. Noses red, and ring in hand. Together.