Ian Gallagher was lying on his bed, flipping through a magazine you brought with a lit cigarette between his lips. He had bribed Carl and Lip to stay out of their room for the night so you two could at least have some alone time together in his house.

You were lying diagonally on his stomach, humming quietly to yourself as you read through a magazine on your own. It was dead silent in the room, other than the faint noise of his family in the rest of the house, but you had gotten used to that. You two were just enjoying each other's company.

The only problem was that his family didn't know you were here. Sure, they'd be fine with you coming over, but "there was no fun in that", as Ian had said. There was a loud crash in the living room, and Ian immediately sat up, slightly shoving you off of him

"Shit." Ian muttered, pushing you off of the bed and quickly following you down, grabbing you by the shoulders and guiding you to the closet "Get in" He ordered, opening the doors and pushing you in, trying to make room between all the clothes

"Don't come out until I get you" Ian's voice was barely above a whisper, briefly locking eyes with you and giving a knowing smirk before shutting the closet doors in your face, turning just in time for the bedroom door to swing open, Fiona's voice filling the room.