I'm so sorry it has been so long since I last updated! I've had a lot of personal problems that I have needed to sort out recently, but I'm back, and I'm hoping to carry on posting, as long as my personal business doesn't get in the way! Anyways, thanks so much for the reviews, and the continuous support! It's guys like you that make me want to carry on writing. If this is a short chapter, then I apologise, but I will try to update tomorrow also! Thanks again!
Ian's POV
'Mickey?' Ian asked, as he heard the hospital door creak open, 'Where did you go, I woke up and you weren't here.'
'Hey Ian'
'Fiona? What are you doing here?', he suddenly become aware that he had just called out Mickey's name. He was sure he would be screamed at later.
'Mickey just left, if you were wondering. And am I not allowed to check up on my brother when he is in the hospital?' She asked.
'Sorry, it's just that I'm not really up for talking at the moment. I kinda just want to go back to sleep, if that's okay with you?', Ian fake yawned; he wasn't really tired, but he did want to call Mickey. It was as if he couldn't go 10 minutes without speaking to him, and it had already been almost an hour.
'I'll let you rest then. See you soon.' And with that, Fiona kissed him on the head, and left, the door slamming shut as she walked out the room.
Mickey's POV
That bitch always had to have her nose in everyone else's business, and Mickey hated it. He had always wondered how Ian put up with her, with her annoying ass voice, and all her 'problems'. Didn't she realise that no one gave a shit about her one night stands, and after the 10th story, they sure did get boring. That woman might as well be a prostitute, at least she'll be earning money. At the current moment, he thought Fiona was simply a whore.
Walking past the bench just outside the hospital, his phone started ringing.
'Who the fuck is it?'
'Mickey, seriously, its like an extra 4 bucks to get caller ID, and I know you're not to poor for that.'
'Gallagher, the fuck do you want?'
'Fiona's gone, you can come back now. But do me a favour?'
'I don't do favours'
'You do for me.' Ian smirked, he knew Mickey would do anything for him.
'Have a shower first'. Mickey heard a faint laugh from the other side of the phone, and smirked himself.
'Whatever you say, your highness.'
'Oh and Mickey.'
'Yes Gallagher?'
'I saved you my jello from lunch'
And with that, he hung up, leaving Mickey smirking on the bench. And Mickey hated how Ian could do that too him. How he had him in the palm of his hand. How he knew, in that moment, that he would do anything and everything for that boy.
He couldn't admit it. But he knew in that moment. He knew that he, not necessarily loved him, but he did at least like him. He liked him very much.