It was another one of those nights, Ian stayed out late, not answering Mickeys calls or texts.. making his husband extremely worried. Mickey couldn't help but worry so much, every possible scenario running through his head every minute that passes and Ian doesn't come through that door.
Then finally, he did. Ian walked in and closed the door quietly trying to sneak around, hoping Mickey was either asleep or too drunk to argue. Mickey on the other hand was sitting on the couch, immediately getting up the second he heard the door open and seen a redhead boy come through it.
"finally decided to come home huh?" Mickey said, crossing his arms and looking at Ian, who didn't say a word back.
"hello?" Mickey waved his hands infront of Ians face, "are you gonna fucking answer me or what?" the short boy asked, growing more agitated by the second.
Ian looked at him finally, "look mickey i'm sorry i was out so late, i was just blowing off steam so i didn't take it out on you."
Mickey scoffed and rolled his eyes, "no text or call back? 15 times i called ian! 15!" he started to shout, causing the taller boy infront of him to back up a little bit.
Ian hated making Mickey angry at him, It always meant he would get the silent treatment for a week or two after that because he holds grudges. It also worried him that he would lose him, he tried his best not to make Mickey angry but some nights he felt like he had no choice.
"my phone died.." Ian responded, looking down at the floor and messing with his fingers, "i would've answered and you know that."
Mickey just stood there, still looking angry and upset, but in reality he was just worried and really had no other way of expressing it. He knew Ian would've answered him, and he trusted Ian enough to not do anything bad while out but it couldn't help but cross his mind once.
Ian looked up at him and walked towards him but Mickey backed away, "you smell like liqor and nicotine.. and right now you just need to go get yourself cleaned up."
The red head boy stopped when he noticed Mickey backing up, "so when you go out for hours and get drunk when your dad does something to piss you off, but the second i go out because i never get out of the house its a problem?" Ian scoffed and jogged up the stairs, going into his bedroom and slamming the door shut.
Mickey followed immediately after and pushed the door open aggressively, "the fuck!? why'd you bring what i do into this?" he stood there, clenching his fists.
Ian didn't answer though and had his back turned, slipping off his shirt and throwing it to the floor, putting on a fresh new one, "answer me Gallagher." Mickey warned gritting his teeth
"because you're always on my ass about everything but the second you do it, i can't make a big deal out of it." Ian turned around to look at Mickey who looked pissed off.
"Mickey you disappeared for two days! you never told me you were leaving, i didn't get a text or call saying you were okay." the ginger deeply sighed and sat down on the bed. His boyfriend's expression changed as he listened to Ian talk, he had a point and it was very good..
Mickey walked over to Ian and sat down next to him and threw an arm over his shoulders, "see look, were both worried for eachother.. from now on can we promise we'll tell eachother where were going, updating eachother every couple hours. Alright?" Mickey put his fingers underneath Ians chin and brought his head up to look at him.
Ian nodded, "alright." he responded in a soft whisper, leaning in and placing a soft kiss onto Mickeys lips with a smile. Mickey gladly kissed back, also smiling.
"i love you ian."
"i love you too mick."
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i'm back with oneshot books! just a different fandom. Don't mind the writing, it kinda sucks. I'm trying to get better though <33
