Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 13

Mickey sat around and waited for a phone call. Any phone call. He hated that he was off today. There was nothing to do but think of Ian.

"Mick," Mandy yelled through the house.

"What?"

"Ian's not gonna be able to talk with you today," she sighed.

"The fuck does that mean?"

"It's self-explanatory. Put two and two together Mick."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why won't he be able to talk? The fuck else would I be asking," he rubbed his face.

Mandy bit her lip. "Lip says he's hit a low."

Mickey stood. Uncertain of what to do. "I should talk to him, call him."

"Try all you want. No telling if he'll answer," Mandy said, taking her cup with her to her room.

Slowly, he sat back down. He pulled his phone out and quickly went to Ian's contact. He stared at it. Just stared.

He didn't want to hear the groggy "leave me alone" he heard all those years ago. He pressed the call button.

It rang for a few seconds then an answer.

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"Who is it," Ian asked. Voice sounding far from happy. He was so exhausted that he didn't feel like checking. A part of him wanted to just let it ring. However, Ian knew that his job could call or his doctor.

"It's me firecrotch, you deleted my number already?"

Through all the numb that Ian felt Mickey's voice gave a slight warmth  to his heart.

"Hi," he said. "I'm not feeling great so can we keep it short?"

"I heard I- how do you feel?"

Ian groaned, "I don't know how to explain it. I just feel bad Mick."

"I understand."

"Am I ever gonna get to see you? I don't want to feel like I'm holding onto a fucking lost cause Mick. If you don't want to see me please say it," Iam sniffs. Eyes previously red from all the crying he's done these past hours.

"Yeah, you're gonna see me. I don't fucking know when. But, I think- or fucking hope that it'll be soon."

Ian bit his lip. "Before I go, I want to ask you something."

"You already did," Mickey smiled, heart rare slowly picking up.

"C'mon Mick."

"Alright hurry the fuck up."

"You don't have to answer. Does it matter if I still love you?"

"Yeah. It matters to me."