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Ian POV.
Mickey wanted to hang out, he never wanted to hang out, only fuck and never talk, and I'd learnt to accept that part about him. I walked down the street until I saw him, he nodded his head. I moved towards the alley way so no one could see us.
He walked towards me.
“Hey Mick.” I said.
“Hi Gallagher.” He said, his voice sounded slightly hoarse and broken.
“Come on.” He said, walked forward in front of me, I followed him.
We walked mostly in silence, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him, and he had a shaved face, new hair cut; he looked different.
“What you looking at Gallagher?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said quietly.
“This way.” He said, moving his head to the side, towards the baseball game, it was shut by now surely?
We walked in through the back door,
I held onto his arm, so not to lose him in the crowd, he glared at me,
I looked down I was still clinging onto him.