Mickeys POV

He had said it. Everything he needed to say to the Ginger, and now the other boy had the ball in his court. He had to make the next move. There was nothing more Mickey could do but keep trying to convince Ian he was serious about getting him back. He had too.

He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands to stop the tears from coming out of his eyes. The last thing he wanted was for Ian to see him cry. He wasn't going to cry in front of him. Ian kept staring at Mickey, not saying anything. He was almost positive that Ian wasn't going to say anything until he started backing up to leave him, again. Mickey rolled his eyes because he knew that he wasn't thinking straight. Mickey thought he probably just freaked him out, but he had been practicing what he was going to say to Ian for years that it all just came out at once.

Mickey quickly grips onto Ian's wrist, pulling the taller body closer to his to stop him from walking away. "Ian, baby…" Mickey started but quickly shut his mouth. No, he wasn't going to freak him out even more. "Jesus, fucking hell Ian would you look at me!? I'm trying to tell you that I need you, okay? I need you with me. Here." He could feel Ian tensing up in his grip so Mickey loosened it a bit, and when he did, Ian laced his fingers in with Mickey's once again.

"I-I don't know what to say. I'm sorry…" Ian said quietly, looking down at their shoes. Mickey used his other hand to tilt Ian's chin up so they were looking at each other again.

"No, no. Don't apologize. I'm a fucking dick, but I'm serious man. I want you. Everything. The holding hands, PDA if you fucking want. I want to move out with you and live together for a very, very long time. I want to go to family parties with you and go on vacations. I want it all…I just- I just want you, and I'm sorry that it took me six years and for you to move on to realize that."

Mickey couldn't read Ian's expression. It looked like a bit of relief but he also looked sad, and that was the last thing Mickey wanted.

"I'm with Max now, Mick. I can't just leave him. We're getting married."

"I know that man, I fucking know that. But you can't just decide that you want to be with him when you know you still have feelings for me. When you know how I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me Mick?" The Red Head raised an eyebrow.

"You fuckin' know how I feel."

"Say it."

Mickey swallowed hard and disconnected their eye contact. He looked out to the big field and an idea came to him. He was going to be fucking romantic and make Ian enjoy it. He tugged the other boy out to the grass until they were in the middle of the field. Mickey gave him a small grin at Ian's confused look and laid down on the grass, looking up at Ian who looked all the sudden amused.

"What are you doing?"

"Fuckin' star gazing. Join me, asswipe."

Ian chuckled and gave in eventually, laying down beside the thug, crossing his arms over his own chest. Mickey's eyes shifted to Ian then moved his arm around the back of Ian's neck, pulling the body closer to his. It was a warm summer night, and the sky was clear. The two of them just laid there for a long time in silence.

"He will never feel the same way that I do about you, Ian." He finally breaks the silence, still looking up at the stars.

"I don't know what you feel, so I wouldn't know what you are talking about."

"Fuck Ian. He won't love you the way that I do. I know you so much better. I get you, your family, where you come from…everything, I fuckin' get it. We went through a lot and shit…and even though you won't admit it to yourself right now just know that I'm not giving up on your Ginger ass. You're too…important to me."

Ian lets out a shaky breath and Mickey looks over to see the Red Head with his eyes closed. He nibbles on his bottom lip and turns over on his side, wrapping his arm around Ian's waist, cuddling into him. He rested his head on his chest eventually when Ian didn't reject or pull away from him.

It was almost two in the morning and they had fallen asleep.