Request: I heard this song I hadnât listened to in years that used to be on the radio all the time when I was younger and I thought it might make an interesting Gally AU? Itâs called Foundations by Kate Nash and itâs a bit weird but quite catchy! Maybe they have a fight that they donât properly resolve so it causes this rough patch where theyâre always trying to get at/piss each other off or one up each other etc? And theyâre both too stubborn to be the one to try to fix it first? But one day something reminds them of how things were at the start of the relationship and they both face up to what they've been doing and where they might be headed if they don't at least try to fix it? Or something sort of like that? The song has a few different plot points and stuff! But don't worry about it if you don't want to write it! Also sorry if I'm not making much sense or rambling! :) x by anon.
A/N: *Sheepish wave* Hi guys! I just wanna briefly say that I am soo sorry! I am going to post something soon just to briefly explain and apologize for my absence - thankyou for sticking with me! And I hope my writing will start to make it up to all my beautiful followers. I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it! There will be a part two to come!Â
That Bastard. You thought venomously, as you stared at the mess left in the kitchen.  He knew you had been at work all day, he knew that you hated having to clean up after him and he certainly knew how tired you would be at this time of the evening.Â
Deciding not to waste your energy on yelling at him, choosing to be childish and petty instead, you began tidying the kitchen. You made sure that your huffs and sighs were exaggerated, whilst you placed things in the cupboard with extra exuberance in the petty hope that the endless clanging would awaken him.Â
You felt a bitter victory course through your veins when he walked, sullenly, into your kitchen. Not even bothering to hide your smirk, you showed an obvious fake concern. âOh sorry, did I wake you?â The glare he fixed you with was indication enough that he was aware of the subtle lie in your words. âOr maybe you just came to help me clean up your fucking mess.âÂ
Shaking his head at you with a gaze filled with disappointment he lazily replied. âItâs your fucking kitchen.âÂ
Scoffing angrily, you swiftly retorted. â Oh well thatâs funny, seeing as we both paid towards this shitty apartment.â You ensured that your tone was bathed in a fake uncertainty, as though you were seriously considering the situation.Â
He said nothing, there was nothing to be said. Almost every heated interaction between the two of you over the past months had ended this way, the two of you running out of energy - neither one of you bothering to even indulge in pettiness anymore - and falling silent.Â
For what felt like the thousandth time you merely stood and stared each-other down, eyes darting across the others features as though desperately searching for the one thing you fell in love with in the beginning.Â
Opening his mouth to speak, Gally raised a hand to point almost accusingly towards you, but after a moment he thought better. Closing his mouth, he looked away, shaking his head in aggravation.Â
As you watched him walk away, out of the apartment with an angry slam of the door, you werenât entirely sure how to feel. Relieved that he was gone for now? Upset that things had gotten so bad, so suddenly? Reminiscent of the sparse good memories you held of him? Sad that yet another argument had ended without a drop of closure?
Forgetting the mess of the kitchen altogether, despite how it had just caused an argument, you slowly lowered yourself into the nearest chair. In a strange twist of reality, your mind was both racing and entirely still all at once - as though you were aware of the solution to your problems with Gally and yet, you couldnât stop thinking of an alternative.Â
Gally hadnât come back that night, you assumed that he had stayed with one of his few friends but, strangely, you didnât give much thought to where he had been. He had walked in the morning after, supplied you with a clipped âmorningâ and then proceeded to clumsily tidy the still messed kitchen.Â
You had watched him with curiosity - questions that you couldnât quite articulate running through your mind.Â
Currently, you were both sat on the dingy couch - paying each other no mind. Gally was watching something loud and brash on the television while you flipped through an uninteresting book. Getting bored of scanning the words with abject disinterest, your eyes flickered up to his face.Â
You felt your eyebrows raise just slightly as your gaze met his, he had already been watching you. The expression he held never once changed and you felt yourself grow uncomfortable, uncertain - but, as had become the norm, you covered these emotions in a defensive outpouring of aggravation.Â
âWhat?â The snapping word was likely unfair, he had done nothing wrong, but you felt like you were slowly breaking in two and anger was the only way to hide it.Â
A chirping sound beside you saved him from having to reply, saved you both from another screaming argument. Thankful for an excuse to break eye contact you swiftly snatched the phone up from the coffee table.Â
âItâs Brenda, they wanna have a get together tonight. Like a reunion.â When he made no attempt to reply to that information, you glanced over and pushed him to reply. âGally?â
âYeah?â He sounded tired, defeated, finished.Â
Keeping your hope hidden away, you waited patiently for a reply. You sincerely doubted that his answer would be yes, these were your friends - not his - and there seemed to be at least some level of mutual dislike between them.Â
âYeah..â The word was spoken in an almost cautious manner, as though he wasnât quite sure whether it was the right response.Â
Failing miserably to hide the surprise from your widening eyes, you smiled at him - for the first time in what felt like years. âThanks...â You told him, feeling odd. âIâll let her know.âÂ
 âYou came!â Brendaâs exclamation was surprisingly loud as she pulled you into the apartment.Â
Sheepish, you attempted a smile. âI told you we would.â
Something about those words, or perhaps the way you had said them, seem to sit strangely with Brenda. âYeah, but...â Seeming to think better than to explain herself, Brenda shook her head and muttered âdonât worryâ before leading you and Gally into the living room.Â
âShit! You guys actually came!â As usual, Minho employed more cursing than was actually necessary but his burst of speech and surprise gave you pause.Â
They clearly had not expected you to come, despite your reassurances.Â
Deciding not to question them, having grown weary of confrontation and disagreement, you smiled and accepted his embrace. After a friendly pat on the back Minho let you go, his eyes sliding past you and towards your companion.Â
âGally.â He greeted, curt.Â
Nodding in response, Gally shifted just slightly towards your figure. Why did he do that? As soon as the thought flashed through your mind you found yourself pondering when exactly it was that you had begun questioning his every action.Â
Sensing the slight awkwardness in the room, Newt spoke up next. âYou two gonna sit down or what?â Thankful for the humor in his tone you shot him a smile and sat beside him - Gally coming to claim the seat on your other side.Â
About an hour into the night, any lingering discomfort in the air had dissipated like smoke, and you were honestly enjoying yourself. As usual Minho had been the main talker but none of you really minded, their group dynamic had always worked strangely well.Â
Gally didnât say much, unsurprisingly, but you found that you didnât mind so much - you still felt grateful that he had even agreed to come.Â
In fact the entire night had made you strangely reminiscent - remembering times long forgotten. Memories of when you and Gally had first met, your first date, your first kiss, your relationship back when it had been shiny and new and happy.Â
The drive home had been silent, but not heavy. For the entire journey your mind had been preoccupied, thinking about Gally and how everything could have possibly gotten so bad.Â
In a daze you had walked with him from the car to the apartment, silence still hanging in the air. Before Gally could retreat into the bedroom, you gripped his arm. âGally, wait.âÂ
He seemed nervous to turn and face you, probably worried that you would say something to spark an argument. Unfortunately, you doubted that the night would end without an argument however, you were hoping that it would lack the pettiness of your previous screaming matches.Â
