I like it that 'way'(Mikey and Gerard way X Reader)

every little thing

My eyes burst open, the light of day blinding me. You glace at the clock on the wall. 8:30AM; you didn't remember anything from last night. Your head was beating, hangover. You get the energy to arise from bed, slumping over to grab some clothes to change into. As you put your shirt on you look in the mirror, something was on your neck. You the approach the mirror to get a better look. It was a bruise, more like a hickey. You drop the pair of jeans in your hands. Who gave you this, Gerard?, Mikey? maybe even Frankie. It could have been anyone, and it's not like your gonna go around asking. You decide to just play it off as 'while unpacking yesterday a bag fell on me' you hope they where gullible enough to believe that. 

You finish getting dressed and you walk to get breakfast at the hotels restaurant. Just as you sit down at a table you get a text from Mikey.

-I was wondering if you wanted to meet for breakfast?

                                                                                                               Of course! I'm downstairs rn-

-ok meet you there in 5 minutes :)

                                                                                                                                                                        k!-

You put your phone away and wait patiently. You see Mikey come out of the elevator, he walks like a dork you think to yourself, he looks so anxious. He looks at you, you wave and smile to him. He sits down right in front of you. "Good morning Y/N." He gives you a soft smile, his face is a little pink, it's kinda adorable. "Morning Mikey! How did you sleep?" He keeps looking down and then back at your neck. He then snaps out of his little world. "Oh, sorry. I didn't really sleep." You frown. "Two days in a row, you got a show tomorrow! You better get some sleep." He adjusts his glasses. "Yeah, just last night was a lot. Sorry, I just can't seem to control myself when I've drank." He rubs his neck blushing even harder. "What do you mean? Sorry I don't remember anything." You chuckle. "Oh, um-" He pauses for a second, he's sweating hard. It's not even hot in here. He gathers himself and points to you neck. "Yeah, the..." He trails of into a mumble. Your eyes widen. "Oh! Wait did Gerard do this?!" He looks up at you, he gives you a resting bitch face. You really were clueless. 

"No, definitely not he's bad but he has a bit of sense when drunk." He puts his finger on him lips and looks down once more. "I did." He says under his breath. "I'm sorry." You looks down as well. Mikey did this to you? You try to contradict his words; Mikey was way to collected for this. Has Mikey even had a girlfriend? "You did?" He nods back. "What happened last night?" He looks right into your eyes. His hazel ones reflecting on his glasses. "Well, that's why I wanted to meet. But I think it's better if we discuss this over a walk." He says, getting up from the table. "Oh, uh alright." You get up as well. 

You follow him out to the fountain area, to a walking path that goes through a garden. "So, I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything." You nod. "As you know, we all had a lot to drink. Me especially, after a few I always lose count." He slips his hands into his pocket, he's still sweating, almost shaking. "We sat down and talked together for maybe 30 minutes, and hour? Just me and you. After everyone had left or passed out I kissed you. They got longer and eventually we made out for about 15 minutes, leaving 'that' in the process." You looked up at him in shock. his face was straight but he was still a nervous wreak. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't really remember that but I'm ok with that." He stops in his tracks, he looks at you. "Really? Your not mad?" He stands there awkwardly "Of course not silly!" You hug him. "We where drunk so it doesn't mean anything. Mikey continues walking, he's hurt. 

Mikey POV-

'Didn't mean anything' It did to me, I've liked her for years. Since freshman year she's been the little ball of sunshine that keeps me going. Of course I cant compete with Gerard, she's always all over him. What's so great about him anyway? He's greasy, perverted, and gross. I just wish she would understand how much I care for her. That was the closest I've gotten to being anything with her. But yet she can cuddle in her sleep with Gerard as much as she wants.