Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 18

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Mandy slowly waited for somebody to answer the door. She began to raise her hand again as the door flew open.

"Hi," Fiona says offering a smile. Her hand runs through her hair before she pulls Mandy into a hug.

Mandy hugs her back and Fiona sighs. Backing away from her. "How you been holding up," Mandy asked, taking note of how tired she looked.

"I've been better. I've gotten Ian to eat a little. Lip's been watching him when I can't. Deb's got everybody else."

"If you need anything from me- any help at all, I'm here."

"Thank you."

"No problem," Mandy nods before Lip jogs down the stares.

"Hey," Lip stops in his tracks.

"Hello," Mandy says looking from Lip to Fiona. "I should go get sleeping beauty."

"Yeah," Fiona offers a small smile. "Ian's sleeping."

"Alright," Mandy says walking back out, closing the door behind her.

Fiona sits down at the kitchen table and waits.

"What's gonna happen? Do you think having him here is even gonna help," Lip questions. Going to the sink and running the water. Pulling a cup out of the cabinet.

"Ian wants Mickey. He's lost without him. If Mickey can't help them at least if we have to take Ian to clinic or something he'll have Mick when he comes back. You know their relationship better than I do."

"They make each other happy-," Lip starts as the door opens.

"Good morning," Mick says and Lip can't tell if it's sarcastic or not. Lip looks Mickey up and down and starts laughing. Fiona joins in too.

"You got some nice legs Mick," Lip says, referring to the story Ian told of when Mickey came out and stated he'd never wear a dress.

"Haha. Fuck off," Mickey says flipping Lip off. "I had to get past the border somehow so your brother came up with this bright idea."

"We know," Fiona states. "He told us everything."

"I wanna hear the stories. Mikhailo here doesn't tell me details," Mandy rolls her eyes.

"Oh yeah. Ian has some weird obsession with your name. He says it's sexy and- other things.."

"Fuck off," Mickey chuckles. "Speaking of Ian.. is he upstairs?"

"Yeah. He's sleep."

"Goodnight then," Mickey says before turning and making his way up the stairs. Quietly, not to wake anyone.

He stops at Ian's door. Thinking if he should knock or just enter. This used to be his room too. At one point.

His hand slowly reached for the doorknob and twisted it. Walking in with a long sigh. He stepped into the room fully and close the door. Stalking his way to the bed.

"Lip," Ian says barely below a whisper.

'Fucking light sleeper,' Mickey mentally curses.

Ian turns towards the door and his eyes lock on Mickey.

For a second it feels as if everything stops. Mickey's heart stops, Ian's breathing stop. They don't even blink as they stare at each other.

Mickey's hands shake as he steps out of his shoes, deciding to walk towards the bed.

Everything was silent as Mickey slid in next to him.

"I must really be crazy," Ian finally breathes. Too scared to reach out to him. Too scared that none of this is real.

Mickey takes a deep breath before placing his forehead against Ian's. Ian's eyes flutter shut and he allows himself to be in this moment with Mickey. He brings his hand up to the back of Mickey's head and places it there. Thumb stroking where it was.

"I'm not letting you leave me again fucker," Mickey states, opening his eyes.

"I promise I won't. I'll never make any more stupid fucking mistakes like that again," Ian promises. "Mickey.. I love you. I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have left you-"

"Shut the fuck up. Stop apologizing okay? I forgive you Ian. That's in the past. I swear to fuck if you apologise to me one more time-"

Ian chuckles, smile reaching his face. He knew that if Mickey was here he could do it. He could come out of this low and take his pills again. With Mickey by his side he could do anything. He was.. happy. Beyond happy to have his Mickey.

the end ❤️

or is it?