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A loud fierce knock was at the door, not stopping until one of them answered. Fiona groaned as she turned the music off and quickly made her way to the door, assuming it was one of their neighbors from down the street constantly ushering them to turn the music down. She opened the door forcefully, a yell leaving her mouth as soon as the knob was pulled as she rolled her eyes. "You're across the street how do you—" Fiona was silent when she saw Mickey standing there, seeming to look panicked and tear marks on his cheeks. "Mickey?" Fiona asked, Her voice an octave higher then it was before, "Mickey?!" Debbie and Carl both yelled simultaneously which was the last thing Mickey needed, His head was throbbing.
"Shut—" Mickey's voice had a slight waver that could easily go unnoticed but because of the silence and all the attention being on him the people in the room noticed but not questioning it. "Shut the fuck up." Mickey cleared his throat before speaking. "You, uh.. Do 'ya need something?" Fiona asked, curious to why, Mickey, out of all people was at their door, especially at this time of night. Or why he looked like that. "Is.." Mickey stammered, embarrassed. Hoping Ian would've answered the door. "Is Ian here?" Mickey muttered, but Carl and Debbie could easily hear it from the couch. "Ian!?" Lip snickered as he leaned against the wall by the window, a beer in his hand.
"Yeah, uh." Fiona paused for a split second, trying to wrap her head around the fact Mickey was still here, and was asking for Ian. "Yeah he's just upstairs in his room." Mickey mumbled a quick thank you under his breath as he was quick to rush past Fiona and up the stairs, Fiona stared at Lip in confusion. He barely seemed bothered, after all. He knew the two boys were together. Fiona nodded her head towards the music, Ian turned it on as Fiona walked over to him. "Ian owe Mickey something?" Fiona said loudly, it was hard to hear anybody unless you'd been beside them, especially the boys upstairs couldn't hear. "Nah, don't think so." Lip chuckled before taking a sip of his beer.
"Weird." Fiona let out a breathy laugh, She turned the music up higher as she grabbed the beer she left on the coffee table minutes before Mickey showed, though speaking of Mickey. Once he rushed up the stairs and turned the corner he saw Ian sat up in his bed on his phone, supposedly playing some type of game. Whatever, it didn't matter. Mickey could feel his throat only close up more as he came up those stairs, He felt light-headed. Adrenaline had been rushing through his body as he ran to the Gallgher's house. When Ian noticed Mickey at his door he asked if he was okay, never coming through the door especially without texting Ian. Mickey felt like he couldn't speak.
When, Fiona opened the door. He was hyperventilating, trembling as tears tried to come through. He barely managed to keep himself together until he went up those fucking stairs. He hated every bit of him for letting his voice waver like that when he spoke. "Mick?" Ian muttered, His face looked concerned as he put his phone away. "Mickey, you okay?" Ian asked louder this time as he got off the bed, walking over to Mickey who was quietly panting, more so hyperventilating. He was having a panic attack and his first thought was to get to Ian. "Fuck—"" Mickey let out a choked sob, everything felt so loud yet so far away. It was horrifying. What the fuck was going on, was one of the many overwhelming thoughts that was yelling in his head.
He fell into Ian's arms, shoving his face in his chest. Embarrassed to let Ian see him like this. He gripped harshly onto the back of Ian's shirt. Letting out quiet whimpers and choked sobs, eventually he started full on sobbing as Ian comforted him, making sure he was breathing properly, even making sure he was being cared and understood for, something Mickey never had at his place. It's one of the reasons why he really loved Ian so much. Ian really would care for Mickey before caring for himself, it was one of the things Mickey hated most.
Because why was he so special in his eyes? What did the stupid fuckin' Gallagher see that Mickey couldn't. Mickey was now completely trembling, only seeming to cry harder in Ian's arms. His grip on Ian's shirt seemed to soften as Ian mumbled comforting words under his breath, Ian took a mental note of everything that would let Mickey open up, but also calm him down. He knew one of Mickey's biggest problems was opening up, vulnerability was never a thing at his house. Hell, talking about emotions, mental health, getting therapy was never a topic anywhere near the Milkovich's house. 'Depressed? You're just tired, fuckin' suck it up.', shit, Ian couldn't even process emotions at Mickey's place because any expression other then angry or annoyed on his face wasn't allowed.
Mickey seemed to calm down at this point throughout all Ian's gentle and caring words and affection actions. Ian parted the two, Using his palm to wipe away his tears, He would never admit this to Mickey, knowing he might take it the wrong way but, He only found Mickey more attractive when he cried, more so show how he really felt. It sounds weird at first but Ian's reasoning is that he thinks just showing emotion is an attractive thing for a guy who doesn't do that shit, or hasn't done that shit for years. "The fuck you starin' at." Mickey muttered, not meaning any rude intent behind it, He was more so embarrassed. His cheeks began to grow a deep red. Ian's smile only grew more fond and softer. "I'm just glad you're okay now, not like—" Ian stumbled through his words, not wanting to mess this up. "Not like when I'd come home after a mania episode and—And, fuck. See you passed out on the floor with a.." Ian's voice trembled.
He never realized how hard it was to even see Mickey cry until this point. "Full fuckin' bottle of vodka next to you, Mick." Ian gave a soft kiss to Mickey's forehead before resting his chin on his head as he let his hand play with his curls. Mickey sniffled, putting his head back in Ian's chest. "I'm still sorry you had to see me like that—I, I know it's.." Ian sighed, barely able to form proper sentences, the immense guilt felt crushing. "You deserved someone better at the time, Mick." Ian muttered into the silent room after, it seemed minutes had passed. "I would choose you over anyone, any day, Gallgher." Mickey let out a muffled chuckle, but it quickly turned into a few sobs though it was soon done within a matter of few seconds. Mickey barely had the energy, both physically and mentally to cry anymore.
"..'course you would." Ian laughed softly, His voice always a sweet pleasure to hear to Mickey. Never once being annoyed from even hearing his voice either, just everything about him, Ian. Was so perfect. What else was perfect was the party that was going on downstairs, the siblings enjoying the music and time together, regardless if all they had was beer and the two youngest siblings were getting into it. Fiona would never usually let them have beer or any type of alcohol not wanting them to follow their shitty father's footsteps but she could let it slide this once. They needed this break. Fiona turned the music up even louder then it was before, regardless of how loud she couldn't get the singular though out of her head, It's so quiet upstairs.
She went over to Lip, leaning her head over to him making sure the little ones couldn't hear her. "You mind goin' upstairs and checking on the boys?" Fiona asked, Her voice quiet but making sure it was loud enough to hear. "Just making sure Milkovich didn't murder Ian." Fiona let out an awkward chuckle, the slight fear in her voice could be heard though. Lip snickered as he nodded, tossing the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray before heading upstairs. As soon as Lip turned the corner all he saw was Mickey and Ian on the floor, Ian had his chin on Mickey's head as Mickey seemed to be holding Ian as though he'd slip away. Ian glared at Lip, signaling him to leave.
Ian knew the last person Mickey wanted to see him like this, well really anyone was especially Ian's family. Because they knew him and that meant they could say shit about him especially as Lip was dating Mandy, people would probably fuckin' believe it. Lip couldn't help but continue to stare at the two boys, memorized, but he was quick to head down the stairs, not wanting to bother them though still a little appaled to see Mickey in such a state. He never knew he could feel anything other then being a dipshit all the time. He headed back over to the window, quick to grab another cigarette as Fiona leaned against the wall next to him. Lip knew she wanted an answer.
"Go see for yourself." Lip muttered with the cigarette still in his mouth as he lit it. Fiona let out a sigh but deciding to head up herself and checking, She peered around the corner hoping it was something fucking stupid like exchanging drugs, actually maybe not entirely. But when she saw the two boys hugging eachother, arms wrapped around the other on the floor. She was surprised, She only gave a slight wave to Ian as her mouth hung slightly before heading down the stairs, immediately going up to Lip and letting out a snicker. "Milkovich?!" She whispered, letting out a breathy laugh, Ian smiled as he nodded. "Fuck, I didn't know Ian was dating him." Fiona chuckled as Lip handed the cigarette to her to take a hit. "They seem sweet though with how Mickey came in." Fiona mumbled, Lip only nodded.