Mickey's POV.

It was a couple weeks after the incident at the Gallagher house. Mickey distanced himself from them in case they had more to say about his relationship with Ian. He decided that he was going to trust Ian and believe that one day they were going to come around.

It was later at night; Mickey was spread out on the couch with a bag of chips on his chest. He was watching a documentary on sharks and had the house to himself. Mandy was at work, Lip was at the Gallagher house and Ian was doing ''stuff.'' Mickey pretended that he didn't care that Ian didn't tell him what he was up too, but it had been bugging him all day.

He checked his cell phone more than he usually does to see if his boyfriend had texted him, but not a single word all day. It was almost ten at night when the front door opened. Mickey barely lifted his head to see who it was. All he saw was the ginger hair and he knew instantly who it was. He was still going to pretend like he wasn't interested in what the younger boy had been up too all day.

Ian took his time too, making his way over to Mickey and that pissed him off even more. He took the time to take off his shoes, hang up his coat, and go to the bathroom before meeting Mickey in the living room. The Ginger sat at the edge of the couch, pulling Mickey's feet up and placing them on his lap. He started rubbing Mickey's feet which made the Thug raise both his eyebrows at him.

"What?" Ian looked confused at Mickey's confused look.

"What do you mean what?" Mickey crunched down on one of his Doritos.

"You look…pissed?" Ian continued to rub Mickey's feet, and the Thug loved it.

"I'm not pissed." He turned his head back to the TV and turned the volume up louder.

"Mickey…?"

"The fuck do you want Gallagher? Can't you see I'm watchin' a fucking TV show? Sharks man. Now go fuck off." Mickey shooed him away as he bit down on another chip.

Ian rolled his eyes and although Mickey wasn't paying attention, he could feel Ian's annoyance. He got up and walked out of the room into Mickey's bedroom. It was about five minutes later when Mickey looked up from the couch and saw that the bedroom door was closed. He sighed heavily and turned off the TV before he made his way into the bedroom.

When he opened the door, the lights were turned off and Ian was lighting candles around the room. Mickey couldn't help the loud laugh that escaped his mouth. He quickly covered his lips with the palm of his hand and turned around. He couldn't watch Ian; it was too funny to him.

"Gallagher, what the fuck are you doing!?" he was still laughing.

Ian came up behind Mickey, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling the older male into the room. Mickey couldn't believe what he was doing. Ian turned Mickey around and looked down at him, grinning.

"I'm trying to be romantic."

"You're being fuckin' gay man. What the hell is all this for? Jesus, this is a fire hazard." Mickey started laughing again at Ian but was quickly shut up when Ian pressed his lips against Mickey's. The Thug quickly got into the kiss, wrapping his hands around the back of Ian's neck, pulling him closer.

A soft whine left Mickey's lips when Ian pulled away. He opened his eyes and saw the glow in his eyes which made Mickey's heart melt. He never thought anyone could have that effect on him, but Ian Gallagher was the one able to do that to him.

"I have a surprise for you."

"It better not be any more fucking candles man. I don't think your hair could handle this type of competition."

"Don't you want to know what I've been doing all day?"

"I could care less, really."

Ian took Mickey's hand and slipped something in the palm of his hand. Mickey raised an eyebrow and looked down at his hands and found a key lying in the middle of his palm. He was confused.

"…Gallagher what is this?" Mickey held the key in front of his face to examine it.

"It's a key."

"I see that it's a fucking key. No shit. What does this key open?"

"The door to our new apartment."

Mickey's eyes shifted from the key to Ian's face. He blinked a few times to see if the other male was joking or not. But Ian expression told Mickey that he was serious.

"What apartment? Ian, we can't afford an apartment. You want this big wedding that we have to pay for somehow-"

"We can do the Vegas thing. Compromise right? We can road trip to Vegas, get married there, make a vacation out of it…honeymoon or whatever, and the rest of the money is a down payment on a house. I figured this all out. That key you're holding, it's ours, Mick."

"…We have our own place."

"We have our own place." Ian nodded at Mickey.

"You bought a fucking place. You left me here all day bored as shit, so you can go buy a fucking house without me so you can surprise me with these lame cheap ass candles to be romantic?"

"You pissed?"

"I fucking love you, Gallagher."