Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 17

Ian hadn't heard from Mickey in days. It honestly made him sad. He lay and overthink about how he pushed Mickey away again. How if he wasn't so crazy, then Mickey would at least call.

He would've loved to hear Mickey's voice. Would've loved Mickey to tell him that it's "all okay", but Ian knew he wouldn't be able to.

"He's not coming," Ian said, as he lay on his side.

"Yes he is," Lip replied, looking up from his phone.

"He hasn't called. Did I do it again? Fuck I did it again."

"I'm not sure what 'it' us, but I can promise you he's coming."

"I pushed him away. Again. I keep fucking up when it comes to him. I don't understand what the fuck is wrong with me," Ian let a tear fall as he thought about Mickey. More specifically, when he left Mickey at the border.

"Nothing is wrong with you. Your emotions are stronger than others. Just because you're bipolar, doesn't mean something is wrong with you."

"Mickey is the only thing that makes sense. My feelings for Mickey are the only thing that makes sense. I love him, but I keep fucking up."

"Sometimes, loving someone comes with fucking up a few times."

"I should let Mickey go," it hurt Ian to say, but he truly felt that he should.

"What the fuck? Why," Lip said, clearly exasperated.

"I hurt him all the time and he's always understanding. Always there. I shouldn't put him through that. I shouldn't take advantage of him. He loves me, but I treat him so fucking bad."

"Ian, shut the fuck up. Mickey loves you so he's willing to put up with your shit. You don't take advantage of him, you were sick Ian and you did some shit. Understandable, we've all done shit. Mickey has done shit too. Get the thought about leaving Mick out of your fucking head. Your mind wants to do that, but I know for a fact that's not what your heart wants."

Ian stays silent. He knows he doesn't want that. "I just want Mickey to be happy."

"He's happy with you."

"One more hour to Chicago. Any thoughts," Mandy asks as she keeps her eyes on the road.

"Woo-Hoo," Mickey says sleepily.

"Wake up fucker. You're gonna get to see your lover boy."

"You sure it's an hour away?"

"Why? Having second thoughts?"

"Fuck no. Just don't know if I can take another hour of this rock bullshit you're playing," Mickey rolls his eyes, turning the stereo down.

"You should hug him."

"When?"

"When you see him dumby," Mandy scoffs. "Ian, I love you so much. Come here."

"That's not happening. It's late. We'll have to sneak in first."

"What if they're sleep?"

"Then I'll lay next to him. He'd probably wake up and wrap his arms around me. Squeeze me-"

"Aww Mick. You don't know how cute this sounds. And you're blushing."

"Fuck off," Mickey rolls his eyes before laying his head back and attempting to go back to sleep.