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secret heart - mason mount x reader

summary: in which you have just moved to london, now living together with your brother kai and his girlfriend sophia. as you try to make more friends and enjoy your new life, you also get closer to their friends, especially one of your brother’s teammates.

notes: the whole series will contain fluff, angst & smut

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

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invisible string - mason mount

pairing: reader x mason mount

summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad.

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing and you can expect smut on a few chapters.

author: I randomly had this idea on my way to work and thought it’d be nice to write. Happens a bit after the World Cup, but I’ve changed some stuff to fit the story. Remember, this is fiction.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

serendipity - two

all of these daydreams come back to me at night

pairing: fem!reader x mason mount

summary: you don’t know his name, he doesn’t know yours - along with many other things you don’t know about each other… but every night, you’re both there, meeting in different scenarios in each other’s dreams, hoping that someday your dreams will come true.

author: SURPRISE MF!!!!!!! LOL! this is what happens when I don’t feel pressured: I write. and I write some good stuff! DONT FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR FEEDBACK!!!!

warnings: series will contain fluff, angst, language and smut. italic parts are for the dreams!

word count: 2.672k

Moving to London wasn’t the hardest part, but adjusting to a whole new work environment was certainly a difficult task but not because the people there were bad — their dynamic was surely different, but everyone was so friendly that you never missed the Danish office. Not for one moment. So when you received text messages from your former colleagues and they tagged you on their Insta stories, you felt bad for not missing your days there.

Between adapting to your new life, having April and Archie around daily, and finishing decorating your new flat, you hardly had the time to miss anything from your old life.

Except him.

He wasn’t there anymore, in your dreams. Your nights were as dark as ever — it felt like there was a void and they were meaningless. Probably like every night should be, but not since he appeared to turn your sleep into more than getting enough rest for the next day. The consequence of this was you sleeping poorly and feeling tired all the time because he wasn't there to make you feel safe, and your best friend just assumed it was because you missed (your now ex-boyfriend) Henrik.

“I don’t,” you blurted, getting a hand squeeze and a confused frown in return as April placed her cup of coffee down. “I mean, I do. He’s important, but it was not the same.”

“Every relationship has its own rough path, love.”

You shook your head, letting her hand go. “It’s not a rough path when there’s a third person involved.”

April’s jaw dropped as a gasp escaped her lips. “He cheated?” She breathed, taking both hands to her chest, clearly shocked.

“God, no! Henrik would never!”

“You cheated on him?” Her voice reached a note higher than it was appropriate, making a few curious glances make your blood boil under your skin.

“Can you keep your fucking voice down, please?” You clenched your fists, long nails marking the skin of the palm of your hand. “You know better! I’m no cheater!”

“I’m sorry,” she shrugged, giving you an apologetic smile. “Who’s the third person, then?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed in frustration, rubbing your forehead with the tip of your fingers as the frown was back on April’s face.

“Are you high?”

“No, but you’ll probably ask that again once I tell you what’s been happening.”

For the next hour, sitting in a corner in that little café, between chocolate muffins and more cups of steamy coffee, you told April the whole truth about your dreams. She listened, smiling when you shared how you felt every time he held you in his arms. Not once did you feel like she was judging you, and you felt a bit foolish for not telling her sooner and getting it all out of your chest — she was your best friend and you always shared everything, no matter how pathetic it’d be. Letting it all out made you feel lighter, maybe even a bit less miserable since you stopped dreaming of him even if you felt like half of you was still missing.

Not knowing his name wasn’t a problem for the ever-creative April, who always tried to get something positive out of every situation. With both of you being massive Grey’s Anatomy fans, she decided you’d start calling him McDreamy from now on. It was a bit foolish but seeing how invested she was made your eyes quickly burn with tears you fought hard to stop.

“I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you, Apes,” you reached for her hand again, squeezing it softly.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll always be around, and it’s so wonderful seeing how in love you are…”

As hard as it was to admit, you did love him. A stranger, a man you had no idea who it was or if he was real — but that pair of brown eyes and the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he smiled, and that constellation of freckles sprinkled across his face… made you flutter.

“Funny you mention his brown eyes,” April said, making you frown this time but you remained in silence, waiting for her to continue. “You always dated men with blue or green eyes, but remember when we were fourteen and you convinced me to draw the man you’d like to marry someday?”

That was the moment you felt the whole place move too fast and everyone around you too slowly. Your hands and the back of your neck tingled, a knot formed on your throat and stomach and you felt the urge to vomit. Memories of a twelve-year-old you were all over your mind, so vivid that if you stretched your arms just a bit you’d be able to touch them and feel them. McDreamy wasn’t so unfamiliar to you, his face was familiar for a reason and the possibility of him being a fantasy made you panic.

If it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms holding you, your body would hit the floor so fast you’d end up hurt once your vision blurred and it all went black.

*****

Y/n.

That name was all Mason could think of for the past two months, besides all the frustrating situations he found himself in. Missing the woman of his dreams, Chelsea having a bad season and his contract negotiations going nowhere he wanted, Mason hoped he could just run away and start fresh. He made an effort to be rational, think of something that’d explain why you weren’t there anymore to bring the only comfort he had in the middle of his chaotic life. But nothing involving you could come with the word “rational”.

He missed you, deeply.

He missed the warmth of your skin and how soft it felt under his touch. Mason missed your smell, he missed your hair between his fingers and mostly, he missed how natural and loving you had been. How he never felt like this for anyone else in his life, and how he found it when he least expected it.

Loving you gave him purpose.

And now you were gone, vanished.

“Mase? Are you listening?” Carlotta, his stylist, waved one hand in the air and snapped her fingers, trying to get his attention as she drank down her latte.

“Yeah yeah, sorry… the Dior collab?” Mason sighed, pouring sparkling water into his almost empty glass.

“I’m supposed to go to their office on Thursday to pick some outfits for you. Would you like to come?”

The Nike + Dior collab was something major, and being invited to be part of it with a few other well-known and influential names got Mason pumped up at first, but it all disappeared once you faded from his life too. You never shared information that was too personal, scared of waking up for sharing more than you should and ending the little time you spent together, but Mason always silently shared his happiness with you whenever something good happened — he shared sadness and frustration too, and without asking anything, you’d soothe him either with your nails softly scratching his skin, making him both relax and get the most delicious chills running down his body, or with your smile. The sweetest smile he’s ever seen.

Mason chewed the inside of his cheeks, not wanting to disappoint Carlotta, but also not knowing how to say no. “Training on Thursdays is usually tough, maybe we could FaceTime?”

“Mase,” he didn’t move his eyes from his glass to look at his friend when she called him; Mason just let out a long, exhausted sigh, when Carlotta reached for his forearm and tried to comfort him with a soft squeeze. “I’m here whenever you feel like sharing what’s been happening.”

Mason nodded, offering her a side smile in return. “I know,” he muttered. “It’s good knowing I’m surrounded by people who care, I know I’ll figure things out soon.”

“That’s the spirit!” Carlotta waved her imaginary pompoms in the air, sharing a giggle with Mason. “FaceTime, then?”

“Sounds good. What kind of theme will this shoot have?”

Carlotta was ready to answer him when, a few tables away from them, a small group of people tried to help a woman. She groaned, trying to get a glimpse of what exactly was going on, but without any success. Mason leaned to his left, stretching his neck hoping he’d see something but there were so many people around the woman that all his eyes caught was an arm hanging in the air as a man walked her out of the café.

He spent another hour or so talking to Carlotta, mostly about this Nike + Dior campaign and the lavish party both brands would throw once all the photoshoots were wrapped, with his own being the last one of a series that were taken with other athletes.

A golden bracelet glistening on the floor when he was about to walk out of the café caught his attention, and it was like his soul left his body. Like there was no blood rushing through his veins, but at the same time he could feel it burning under his skin as his heart pounded against his chest — so hard it hurt, that Mason could swear he’d vomit it.

He’d seen it before. The golden vintage bracelet, with a poppy pendant that his fingers played with so many times before.

In his dreams.

*****

The familiar scent of orange blossom somewhat comforted you because it meant you were home, the dim sunset light forcing its way between the half-closed curtains brought some cosiness to your new and recently fully decorated bedroom. But it didn’t take long for anxiety to creep in again, forcing you to shut your eyes and do your best to focus on your breathing as you repeated the sequence that usually soothed your nerves.

Flashes of what happened before you blacked out filled your mind again, along with memories of a distant past when you were a 14-year-old and spent your afternoons at your best friend’s house, making plans for the future and daydreaming about your potential husbands – although you always made clear you’d marry last because your career would always be the main priority. April was the hopeless romantic in this duo, and not so surprisingly, she’d become a mum just five years later.

Three knocks on the door followed by the most adorable and fuzzy ginger hair showing up behind the door brought a side smile to your lips. Archie was the perfect combination of the sweetest, shy, and sassy child you’ve ever seen; the most precious gift April could’ve ever given to you when she asked you to be his godmother and you proudly accepted.

“You can come in,” you cooed, finally seeing his face. Green eyes sparkled with curiosity and worry, he carefully held a Spider-Man mug in both hands and took short steps toward the bed. “What do you have in there, munchkin?”

“It’s hot coco, mummy made it for you,” I told her you’d feel better if it was in my Spider-Man mug,” the six-year-old said, slowly stretching his arms to you. “I told her you’d feel better if it was in my Spider-Man mug.”

A loving smile spread across your lips, the sorrow in your heart being quickly replaced by the joy that Archis always brought into your life.

“You were right,” you said, carefully sipping the hot liquid. “But do you know what would make me feel even better?”

His eyes widened a bit when you leaned forward as you were about to share a secret. “Huh?”

“Cuddles with my favourite person in the world,” you patted the empty side of the bed, making Archie throw his head back and a cheerful laugh fill the bedroom. He jumped on the bed right after you placed his mug on your bedside table and quickly wrapped his arms around your body.

“Are you going to die?” Archie mumbled, hiding his face in your shirt. You frowned and, before you could say something, he continued: “I was at the Zoo with daddy and I overheard him on the phone with mummy, she said you fainted.”

“Archie, love…” You cupped his face with both hands, making your godson look at you – his teary green eyes blinked repeatedly, trying to push the tears away, as he sniffed. It was painfully adorable. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been very tired lately, just working a lot and finishing decorating the apartment. And I’m feeling much better now that you’re here.”

“Do you promise, momster?” You giggled at the nickname he came up to you: a combination of mum and monster, something you called him quite often. According to Archie, you were too important to be called auntie, and godmother was too long.

“I promise, my little monster.”

It wasn’t long until April decided to check on you – she found a half-asleep Archie in your arms, mumbling how he couldn’t wait to take you to watch him play football so he could score a goal for you until he finally crashed and low snores fell from his parted lips. The constellation of freckles spread across his face was utterly adorable.

“So…” April started, sitting on your bed. “What the hell happened?”

“I had a flashback to our teen years after you mentioned the drawing.”

“But why?” She frowned.

“Because it’s him, Apes. The man I described to you when we were fourteen is the man I’ve been dreaming of, which makes me believe he’s just… someone I imagined.”

“He can’t be.”

“Apes, I know you’re a hopeless romantic but please,” an exhausted sigh parted your lips. “Be fucking reasonable.”

“I refuse myself, Y/n.” April shook her head, repeatedly, not wanting to believe it’s all been your subconscious trying to fill something, you just didn’t know what, because when he showed up for the first time you were in a happy relationship.

“You’re seriously not helping.”

“Would you describe him again? So I can draw him.”

A knot formed in your throat and it was a hard one to swallow. “I love you for doing this for me, but I won’t. I know it was just my mind playing tricks on me, and end of discussion.”

April pouted, and though you were deadly serious about not talking about it anymore, you knew her all too well. She wouldn’t let go, but she’d remain quiet for a while — you hoped to find something else for her to be distracted because it meant she’d focus on it and finally leave you alone.

You talked for a little while, mostly about Archie and how well he was doing at Chelsea FCAcademy. April had sent videos of him multiple times, but you’ve never attended an open training nor a game in person, it’s always been on FaceTime when you were free from work.

Not far from your new apartment, Mason found himself alone at home — tucked under a heavy blanket and a grey hoodie, body was lazily thrown on the dark L-shaped sofa with only the TV lighting up a living room that was too large for just one person. When he bought the house, Mason thought how incredible it’d be to have his family there as many times as he could and that someday he’d have his own family to fill the space. He hoped his own family would get so big he’d have to buy a new, larger house.

With the golden bracelet between his fingers, poppy pendant shining, Mason’s thoughts were everywhere. He remembered, clear as daylight, when you mentioned in one of the dreams that the bracelet belonged to your grandmother and that the pendant was a gift from your dad before he left and it was your favourite flower. It couldn’t be just a coincidence, especially because it was exactly the same bracelet, so he allowed himself to feel all the joy rushing through his veins, warming his heart, body, and soul.

You were real.

“I promise I’ll find you Y/n, whatever it takes.”

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It’s Always Been You

Themes: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 11K

“He’s waking up!”

Mason groaned as his eyes fluttered open. His head felt really groggy, and the fluorescent lights were making his eyes hurt. He was filled with a sense of panic, not knowing where he was as he felt a warm hand slide into his.

“Mase, sweetie. How are you feeling?”

Mason blinked a few times, letting his vision focus as he slowly came to his senses. He had an ear-splitting headache, and he’d never felt more worse for wear. Not even after his drunken escapades with his friends after winning the Champions League. He felt like he’d been run over by a truck. His entire body ached, and even the comforting touch, from who he now recognised to be his mother wasn’t enough to ease the ache spreading through his body.

“Mum?”

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it in days. His throat scratchy, as he felt someone shuffle on his other side. He blinked a few more times, glancing around the room. He was a little taken aback when he saw his Dad, Nathan and a girl that he didn’t recognise.

Nathan’s arm was in a sling and he had stitches over his eyebrow. He looked as terrible as Mason felt. Panic crept up through Mason’s chest, as he slowly realised that he was in a hospital room.

“What happened?”

Mason felt like someone had poured sand down his throat, feeling more and more unnerved.

“You were in an accident, son. You and Woody - you got hit by a drunk driver. You’ve been out since yesterday” His Dad explained, his expression sombre and his voice shaky.

Mason’s eyes widened in alarm. He had no recollection of being in an accident at all. He didn’t even know what he last remembered, his brain felt like mush, and something felt really off. He glanced around the room again, trying to digest what was missing.

“An accident?” He echoed.

“Oh, Mase. We were so terrified” His mum breathed, her eyes watering with tears as she gently leaned forward, hugging him tightly. Mason hugged her back, but he felt overwhelmed. His head was hurting and it was starting to alarm him how little he remembered.

“You hit your head pretty hard, son. The doctor said you might have a concussion, they’ll need to run some tests now that you’re awake” His dad explained, as Mason nodded, rolling his lower lip into his mouth.

His throat felt dry, and the unease that had begun to bubble in his stomach had now wrapped around his heart.

“I don’t - how did - what happened?” He asked, his voice cracking a little.

“You really don’t remember, Mase?” Nathan asked, his eyes were bloodshot and Mason had never seen him look so run down in all his life.

Mason shook his head, as his Dad got up, squeezing his shoulder and leaning down to kiss the side of his head.

“I’ll call Lewis and Jaz and let them know you’re awake” He murmured.

Besides him, Mason’s mother choked back a sob and he squeezed her hand.

“I’m okay, Mum” He reassured her, trying to sit up, but feeling his head spin a little too much. His mum rested her head on his shoulder, pressing soft kisses to his head.

“You scared the life out of us, Mase. I’m so glad that you’re okay” She said, her voice trembling.

“Are you in any pain?”

Mason lifted his head from his mum’s embrace, glancing over at the girl who’d spoken. She was very pretty, but she didn’t look familiar. He grimaced, taking a shaky breath.

“Yeah, my head hurts” He said softly.

“We can get you some pain relief for that - I’m so glad you’re okay, Mason” She said, smiling gently at him.

Mason smiled back at her. She seemed nice, and he assumed she was just one of the medical staff.

He dropped his head back against the pillow, closing his eyes.

He was still in shock, he couldn’t believe that he had been in a car accident. He had never been the biggest fan of hospitals, and he just wanted to go home and get back to a bit of normality as soon as possible.

A sudden thought pierced through his chest, and he sat up abruptly, jostling his mother.

“Wait, has anyone told Y/N? Why isn’t she here?”

There was absolute silence in the hospital room. Mason didn’t miss the way his Mum and Nathan exchanged alarmed looks, nor the way the girl’s face dropped.

“Y/N?” Nathan echoed.

“Is she okay?”

“Mase…” His Mum’s voice trailed off, watching as the frown deepened on Mason’s face.

“Is she okay?” Mason repeated, his voice rising a little with panic.

“Sweetheart, you and Y/N broke up last year...” She explained, her voice soft and tentative as if she didn’t want to alarm him as she bobbed her head in the direction of the pretty girl.

Mason felt like he’d been winded of all breath.

He and Y/N had broken up?

“Wh- what? That’s not possible. I’d never break up with Y/N. I love her, I was going to marry her!” He spluttered.

Nathan glanced over at Rachel, her eyes welling with tears, as she hugged her arms around her torso.

“Mase, you’ve been seeing Rach the last couple of months” Nathan started, his voice as soft as Debbie’s was as he gestured to Rachel.

Mason turned to the girl who was looking at him with a sad expression. He felt guilty for upsetting her, but he had no idea who she was.

“I’m so sorry, you’re beautiful and I’m sure you’re lovely” He breathed.

“But I don’t know you, and Y/N - she is the love of my life. I don’t know how we would’ve ever broken up, how I could’ve ever moved on” He explained, stumbling over his words a little.

Rachel glanced over at his Mum and Nathan, her cheeks flushed pink with embarassment.

“I think I should go” She whispered.

“Oh, Rach. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry” His Mum said, getting up to hug the girl.

Mason felt bad for her, she was clearly upset about what he’d said, but she was a stranger to him.

Rachel nodded, before quietly leaving as Mason turned back to his Mum and Nathan.

“Mason, that wasn’t nice” His mum admonished, but Mason couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I’m sorry Mum, I don’t know who she is, and I’m not going to lie to her” He insisted.

“I need Y/N - please call her, I need her here with me”

“Mase, you’ve been broken up almost a year. I know you’ve texted her a few times but I don’t think you guys are on talking terms like that” Nathan tried to explain, but Mason refused to listen.

“I don’t care, I love her.” Mason was becoming increasingly agitated.

He didn’t understand why his Mum and Nathan were being so difficult about this.

“Alright, Mason. Calm down, please. All this stress cannot be good for you!” His Mum insisted, taking her son’s hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze to try and calm him down.

Mason looked up at them both with misty eyes, he felt overwhelmed, how bad was the accident that he couldn’t remember anything?

A new girlfriend, and what he assumed would’ve been the worst break up of his life?

Nathan huffed out a deep breath, looking over at Mason in pity.

“I’ll try and get in touch with her, but you need to rest Mase, and I can’t guarantee that she’ll come”

Mason nodded, sinking back into the bed as the door opened and a doctor stepped in. Mason chewed on his lower lip, feeling a sense of helplessness as he tried to search for memories, but he was grasping at straws, his mind blank.

-

It had been a gruelling day. You were absolutely exhausted from being on your feet all day. You were a secondary school teacher, and it was exam season, so you’d been run down from trying to provide your kids extra revision classes and supporting them for their impending exams.

You were so tired. You loved being a teacher more than anything. You were good at your job, and for the most part you had a really good relationship with your students, but every now and again, they played up and today had been one of those days. Your Year 7’s and 11’s had been angels, but the rest of your students had been an absolute nightmare.

You couldn’t wait to just get home and relax, even though you had a massive pile of marking you still needed to get through. You were thankful that it was almost the weekend, and half-term was around the corner so you could have a break soon.

You had just pulled up outside your apartment complex, when your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You were carrying a load of books as you reached for your phone, answering it without checking.

“Hello” You greeted, entering your apartment but you almost dropped the pile of books you’d been holding when you heard who was on the other line.

“Y/N, hi. It’s Woody, how are you?”

Your eyes widened as you stopped in your tracks.

The last person you’d ever expected to hear from was your ex’s best friend and roommate.

“Oh, hi. I’m okay. Um, how are you?” Your voice was considerably smaller as you made your way into your apartment.

“I’m so sorry to call you like this out of the blue. Um, I don’t really know how to tell you this but uh - me and Mase, we got into an accident a few days ago”

Your blood ran cold, and you sucked in a sharp breath.

“Are you - are you both okay?”

Your mind immediately went to the worst case scenario, your eyes welling with tears when he didn’t respond instantly.

“Nathan, is he okay?” You repeated your question, your voice rising a little when Nathan didn’t respond.

“Yeah - no - I - sorry - Y/N, he’s physically fine. He’s going to need a bit of physio, but he’ll be okay. He was assessed by the doctors earlier today and they’ve said it’s retrograde amnesia. He doesn’t remember the accident or you guys breaking up, and he’s a complete mess about it. Look, I know things didn’t end smoothly, and maybe I have no right to ask you this, but he needs you, right now. Will you come and see him? The doctors are discharging him tomorrow afternoon”

You felt like you’d been winded. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

It was true your break up with Mason had been very messy, but even after all this time, you’d never stopped loving him. You didn’t think you would’ve ever been able to. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you’d kept up with him, cheering him on behind the scenes whenever he achieved something, debating whether or not you should reach out when you saw how bad the season had been going, you’d even forced yourself to be happy about the new girl he was seeing, she seemed nice and he deserved to be happy, even though you still wished it was with you.

“I - of course, I’ll come by tomorrow. Are you okay?” You asked, your mind racing at a hundred miles per hour.

“Yeah, I’ve got a fractured wrist and I look like shit, but I’ll be okay” Nathan chuckled, and you couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh with him.

“Y/N?” He started.

“Yeah?”

“It’ll be good to see you”

“You too, Woody” You whispered, before disconnecting the call.

You stared at your phone for a long moment, unable to comprehend what you’d just been told.

You felt your heart ache at the memory of Mason. You’d been each other’s first serious long-term relationship.

You first met him when he came to the school you taught at with Ben to have a training session with some of the students who were aspiring footballers. The school you taught at worked closely with the Chelsea Academy and it had only been your first term working there as a NQT.

Mason had charmed the pants off all the students, and staff - you included.

He’d spent the entire day flirting with you, so much so that even the kids had started teasing the pair of you. It came to a head when Ben and Mason each formed a team, challenging each other and your students to a game. Mason made a scene with the kids telling them that if his team won, he’d have to take you out to dinner, and your students would get no homework for a week, whichever team lost would have to do a mock paper at the end of the week. Mason beat Ben’s team by a single goal, and your students had erupted in excitement.

You’d been teased relentlessly by your students to give Mason a chance, and in the end you’d said yes to his invitation to dinner just to get them off your back.

You were glad you had.

Even after the way things ended between you, letting Mason take you to dinner had been the best decision you’d ever made. Your relationship had been perfect, he had treated you with the utmost care, and he was genuinely interested in you. It wasn’t just a fleeting sexual attraction. Your relationship had always been filled with laughter and understanding, companionship and comfort until it wasn’t anymore.

Things had gone awry when your relationship became public. The barrage of hate that came your way was overwhelming. You were constantly being ridiculed on social media. You received numerous DM’s from girls alleging Mason was cheating on you, or accusing you of cheating on him. You had never wanted the world to know who you are so to suddenly have that attention on you was more than you could bear.

Mason had tried his hardest to be there for you, but you were emotionally drained. You tried to look past it all. You trusted him with your life, but hearing that he was cheating on you everyday began to take a toll on your mental health. You just didn’t understand why they hated you so much. You withdrew from Mason, you stopped spending quality time with him, and you’d pick fights over things he wasn’t to blame for. Mason was of course hurt that you chose to pick fights instead of just communicating with him, and there was only so much of your behaviour he could withstand too. The pair of you bickered non stop until eventually you reached a point where it was too emotionally exhausting for you to stay with him.

The night you’d broken up had been the most heartbreaking experience of your life. You and Mason had both been in tears. Mason had begged you to stay, and as much as you had wanted to give in, you didn’t know if your mental health could withstand the pressure that came with being his girlfriend. Every time you thought back to that cold December night, your heart ached remembering how you’d held onto one another, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Mason had broken down in your arms, he’d made so many outlandish promises, telling you he’d give up football, he would do anything to keep you, and that’s when you had realised you needed to let him go.

You loved Mason too much to let him sacrifice his passion, you’d never forgive yourself for it. You’d refused, and you’d been cold because one of you had to be. You’d told him you were done, and you’d never forget the look of devastation on his face.

You’d left that night and hadn’t seen him since.

He’d tried to reach out to you multiple times but you never responded. Every couple of months he’d still message to check in, and like always you never responded until the last message he’d sent.

The last time you’d heard from him had been a few months back when he’d text you about moving on. You found yourself searching for your phone rereading the text from him.

Your eyes welled with tears as you recalled the day you got that text. You had appreciated him reaching out to tell you, and as much as it hurt to know he was finally moving on, a part of you had always wished you’d come back together one day.

You loved him enough to let him be happy even if it was without you, and you’d done your research on Rachel. She genuinely seemed like a nice girl and she clearly made him happy. There wasn’t really much more you could ask for, especially since it was you that had broken his heart.

As you lay in bed that night all you could think about was whether or not he was okay. You couldn’t deny that Nathan’s words had your mind reeling. A selfish part of you felt like maybe it was a second chance, but then you remembered he had someone, and as much as you loved him, you couldn’t spoil that.

You felt nervous about seeing him again. After your break-up, you’d actively gone out of your way to avoid him. You no longer attended games, you’d even ghosted his friends, with the exception of keeping in touch with Lauren and Sophia, and you knew Mason would often ask them about you, but you’d made them swear they’d tell him as little as possible.

You knew the entire breakup had been unfair on him, and a part of you wondered how you were going to face him knowing you’d broken his heart.

The stress of it kept you up all night.

-

“I’m so sorry, I wish I remembered more about you. Woody filled in the gaps, he told me how we met, that we’ve been taking it slow. You really don’t deserve this”

Rachel smiled softly, leaning forward and interlocking her fingers with Mason’s, her eyes were sad but she was determined to put on a brave front for him.

“Mase, it’s okay” She whispered.

Mason felt so guilty at how nice she was being.

“Look, from the first moment we met you told me you were still healing from your break up, and we were just friends for a while. You know, you told me all about her. And she sounded so amazing, and I genuinely felt for you both. Me and you… you never said it out loud, but it was never going to measure up. I knew deep down you still loved her and if she ever came back, I’d understand you choosing her” Rachel explained.

Mason’s heart hurt at how sweet and understanding this girl was. Even though he had no recollection of her, he could see why he’d started something with her. She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek.

“Don’t feel bad, Mase. I’d still like us to be friends, you’re a great person. I just want you to do what feels right for you” She said, as Mason’s shoulder sagged.

“My head’s all over the place” He admitted.

“If there’s anything I can do, I’m here for you, okay? We were friends long before we were anything else, and you’re a good friend, so I really don’t want to lose you”

“Thanks Rachel. Thank you for being so nice about this. I know it can’t be easy for you either” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Rachel smiled, as she opened her arms for a hug. Mason hugged her back tightly, grateful that she’d allowed him to be open and honest.

“I’ve gotta get going, my shift starts in an hour. But if you need anything just let me know, okay?” She said, and he nodded. She pecked his cheek, before grabbing her things and leaving.

In all honesty, Mason hadn’t expected to see her, but she’d texted him and asked if she could come see him, and after spending all night last night talking to Nathan about what he was missing, Mason knew he owed her a conversation.

He sighed, sinking back into his pillows. He had a few hours to kill before he was discharged and he found himself reaching for his phone. He found Y/N in his messages rereading the messages. The last message she’d sent him had been a few months back, after he’d told her he’d started seeing Rachel. She had told him she still loved him, and seeing those words made his heart flutter.

Nathan had done his best to explain why they’d broken up, but Mason knew he wouldn’t feel at ease until he saw Y/N and spoke to her himself. He read all their messages as far back as he could go, trying to familiarise himself with the situation, but everytime he tried to remember, his mind came up blank.

He felt nervous knowing she was potentially coming to see him today. He just wanted her to tell him everything was going to be okay, that they’d figure it out together. He felt shy and self-conscious, which he knew was ridiculous since this was Y/N, as far as he remembered, she’d never made him feel insecure about anything.

He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that their perfect relationship had ended. He started overthinking, wondering whether he’d done something to hurt her, or if she’d done something to hurt him. He needed to know, or he thought he might genuinely lose his mind.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a daze. Mason remained stuck in his own head, trying to piece the last year of his life together. When his parents arrived to take him home, he was quiet, too tired to entertain a conversation with them. His head was hurting a lot and when he finally got home, all he wanted to do was go to sleep, shutting off the outside world and not wanting to be disturbed.

-

To say you were nervous was a complete understatement. You hadn’t been able to focus at work all day, and your students had picked up on it. The nicer ones had asked if you were okay, the cheekier ones used it as an opportunity to not do any work, and whilst you were usually really strict, you didn’t have the capacity to deal with it today.

As soon as you finished work, you showered and got ready. You wanted to look presentable, but you had to keep reminding yourself that he was seeing someone. Even if his memory was gone, you couldn’t ruin something where he’d been happy. You decided to make him some food, his favourite pasta dish that he’d always use to beg you to cook when you’d still been dating.

When you set out on the drive to his house, the same house you’d lived with him in, your were a bag of nerves. Your fingers were trembling, your heart racing in your chest. You didn’t even know what you were going to say when you saw him.

Nathan had texted you and told you to come over for 7, and you spent twenty minutes parked on the corner of his street trying to calm yourself down, because it all just felt too much.

When you finally mustered up the courage to drive down to his house and pull up in the drive, it was a couple of minutes past 7. You took a deep breath, grabbing the pasta dish and climbing out of your car.

It felt so weird to be back here, a place you had once called home. It still looked the same from the outside, and your stomach backflipped when you noticed that Mason had kept the little plant pots you’d decorated the front drive with. The flowers were beautiful and blooming, and for some strange reason, a lump formed in your throat at the sight of them.

You knocked on the front door, waiting patiently, facing the street in an attempt to compose yourself. When you heard footsteps from inside, your heart raced even faster.

“Y/N?”

You spun around, your expression softening as you realised it was Debbie, Mason’s Mum.

“Hi Mrs Mount” You whispered.

“Oh, sweetheart. I think you’ve earned the right to call me Debbie after all these years!” She insisted, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. You immediately melted into the warmth of her embrace, having missed her dearly.

“It’s so good to see you, Y/N. I wasn’t sure if you’d come, but Mase has been desperate to see you” She explained, as you squeezed her tightly.

“I - I’m so sorry. When Woody called me, I didn’t even know what to think. How is he?” You asked, your voice trembling a little.

Debbie pulled back from the hug and offered you a soft smile.

“Oh, honey. He’s okay, for the most part. But he doesn’t remember much. He says he has moments where he recalls memories but they’re vague. He doesn’t remember the pair of you calling it quits” Debbie said quietly, her eyes softening as she saw yours water.

“Come in, come in. He’s in the dining room. His Dad and Nathan have gone to go get some groceries” She said, guiding you into the house.

She took the pasta dish from you, smiling when she saw what it was.

“It was always his favourite” You said timidly and she nodded, squeezing your hand.

You couldn’t help but look around. It all looked the same. There were still hints of you dotted around everywhere.

You followed her into the dining room where Mason was sat, looking at his phone.

You stood awkwardly, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him. You hadn’t seen him in person since your break up, and the sight of him tore you to pieces. He looked as devastatingly handsome as you remembered. He was a little bulkier now, and his brown locks had been shaved down and dyed bleach blonde, something you’d never expected him to do.

“Mase, look who’s here”

Mason’s phone clattered on the table as he lifted his head and his eyes locked with yours. The moment you met his gaze, all your nerves disappeared, and you felt overcome with emotion. The sadness in his expression broke your heart, and before you even had a chance to speak, he collided into you, wrapping his arms around you in the tightest embrace. You sank into him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was trembling against you, and your heart ached knowing how confused and vulnerable he felt.

Debbie watched the pair of you with a fond smile on her face, before quietly slipping out to give the pair of you some privacy.

You had forgotten what it had felt like to hug Mason. To be in his arms and feel so safe and protected from all your worries and stresses. He still smelt the same, and it made your head spin. When you felt damp tears on your neck, you only clung to him harder, knowing he felt overwhelmed too.

“Sh, it’s okay Mase. I’m here now” You breathed, one of your hands reaching up to softly scratch the nape of his neck, something you had always done to comfort him when you’d been together.

Mason couldn’t speak, he didn’t know what to say. Everything had felt so off and strange, but now that you were standing right in front of him, he felt like he was going to be okay. He never wanted to let you go, breathing in your scent, wanting to memorise it. Your body slotted against his perfectly, and he couldn’t believe he’d spent a year without you.

“What happened to us, angel?” He breathed, and you felt your heart melt at the old pet name. A couple of tears spilled down your cheeks, as Mason lifted his head, cradling your face in the palms of his hands, and running his thumbs under your eyes.

“Don’t cry, please” He whispered, his face was so close to yours, and it made every fibre of your being hurt knowing he was so close. He brushed his nose against yours, another trait that had been common in your relationship whenever he wanted to comfort you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, when Woody told me, I thought my heart was gonna stop” You admitted, unable to stop yourself from reaching out to touch his face. You needed to make sure it was real, that he was actually in front of you.

You forgot about the past year, everything that had lead to your break up and the distance between you. All you could think about was here and now, knowing he was in your arms again.

Mason closed his eyes, leaning into your palm as the two of you stood there for a long while. No words were needed, your touch provided each other with all the comfort that you required.

Eventually, Mason guided you to the sofa. He kept your hands in his, his body facing yours, watching you imploringly as he desperately needed answers. You wanted to tell him, but first you needed to know about the accident and how it had happened.

Mason recounted what he had been told. He’d been driving home from an event with Nathan when they’d been hit by a drunk driver. Nathan took more of the physical hit, but Mason had been left with retrograde amnesia, and there was no telling when or if his memory would come back.

Mason held onto your hand the entire time you spoke, and you couldn’t stop yourself from running your thumb over the back of his hand, reassuring him that you weren’t going to go anywhere.

“Y/N, please. I have to know - why did we break up? How could I let you walk away? Did I - did I hurt you? Did I - did I cheat on you?” He asked, his voice so quiet as he shrunk in on himself.

A heavy weight settled in your stomach when you saw how much this had been eating him up, and you instantly shook your head.

“No, Mase. You didn’t. You were perfect and amazing and you made me so happy” You reassured him.

“So, what went wrong?” He whispered.

“It was me, Mase. Everything got too much. The hate and the fans. I couldn’t take it. It felt like no matter how much we tried to overcome, there was always something or someone trying to tear us apart. And I couldn’t handle it. Mase, I broke your heart” You admitted, a couple of tears slipping down your cheeks, but Mason was quick to wipe them away, his touch tender.

“Why didn’t I fight for you?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“You did fight for me, Mase. You begged me to stay, and I told you I couldn’t. I told you I was only going to drag you down, and I walked out on you” You admitted, guilt and shame spreading through your body.

“But you moved on, Mase. You met someone - Rachel. And I think she made you really happy” You told him, feeling selfish for dragging up the past. You squeezed his hand, lying through your teeth as you tried to show him that you wanted him to be happy.

“There is no me and Rachel. I spoke to her already. She told me that she always knew she would never measure up to you. She just wants me to be happy” He explained, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You’d known Rachel was nice, you didn’t think she was that nice.

“Mase, we can talk about this another time. For now, you need to focus on recovering” You whispered, as he looked at you. His eyes were bloodshot.

“Don’t leave. You’re the only thing that feels familiar, that feels safe. I know you probably don’t want too, but please stay with me. At least for today” He begged, and you didn’t have the heart to say no, so you nodded.

It was so easy to fall back into an old routine, as if there hadn’t been a year of distance between you both.

Nathan and Mason’s Dad, Tony returned home a short while later with all the groceries. Tony had hugged you tightly, letting you know he’d missed you a lot, and Nathan got a little emotional. The pair of you had been super close whilst you and Mason had been dating, and when you broke up, you distanced yourself from him too, and he was just glad to see you again.

It was almost unnerving how little things had changed as you stayed for dinner, catching Mason and his family up on what you’d gotten up to the past year. You didn’t miss the way Mason stayed close to you. Neither did his parents or Nathan. You also didn’t miss the way they all shared secret smiles.

There was no hiding the fact that everyone had always thought you and Mason made a lovely couple. But you had promised yourself that you were only here to make sure he was okay. You didn’t know if you were ready for anything more, even friendship.

Spending time with him made that difficult. It was a lot easier not to miss someone when they weren’t right in front of you. Mason hadn’t changed at all, he was still the same caring, affectionate guy he’d been when you fell in love with him, and it was like all your old feelings came flooding back. A part of you was even questioning why you’d broken up with him in the first place. But you knew that was dangerous, and you had to make sure you didn’t get too close. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him again.

It was pretty late when you decided to head home. You could tell Mason was upset, and you had all your fingers crossed that he wouldn’t ask you to stay, because you didn’t know if you had the strength to say no, but thankfully he respected your boundaries. He’d walked you to the door, neither of you willing to be the first to say goodbye, and when you turned to look at him, your heart fluttered in your chest at the way he was looking at you.

“I know you said that we haven’t really spoken a lot since we broke up, but can we please try to be friends?” Mason asked softly, and you sighed, ready to say no, but there was something in his expression that stopped you.

You were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to be a part of his life again, but you were scared. You didn’t know if you could be just his friend when you were still in love with him, and he was clearly still in love with you. A part of you was scared that he’d get his memory back, and realise he loved Rachel more. You didn’t want to stand in the way of his happiness. Not when you were the one that had broken his heart in the first place.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mase” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“Please, Y/N. I still need you in my life” He pleaded, his lower lip quivering.

Instinctively, you reached forward, brushing your thumb across to soothe him. You let out a little sigh when he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your thumb.

“Okay, Mase, but you have to tell me if you’re not comfortable with anything, okay? The last thing I want to do is hurt you again”

The way his eyes lit up made you feel giddy inside.

“Not having you in my life hurts me” He breathed, snaking his arm around your waist and hugging you tightly, as you drew your lips together in a pout.

Mason had always had a way with words.

“Can you come over tomorrow?” He murmured in your ear.

“I have a lot on at the moment, but I’ll text you, okay? I promise” You whispered, pulling back from the hug. You saw the disappointment, and you instantly wanted to drop all your plans for him, but you knew that wasn’t a good idea.

“Okay” He said softly.

“It was really good to see you again Mase” You whispered, and before you could overthink or regret it, you dived forward brushing your lips against his stubbly cheek in a sweet kiss, before scurrying away to your car, not wanting to give him a chance to react.

Mason watched you go, his heart thumping in his chest. He felt a sense of peace settle over him. There was so much that was uncertain, and it still bothered him how little he remembered, but he was relieved that you were willing to be friends.

-

A week had passed, and you and Mason had been texting back and forth. You hadn’t been lying when you said you had a lot on at the moment. In between helping your kids with revision sessions, marking their mock papers and helping out with parents’ evening, you hadn’t had a moment to yourself.

It was safe to say that you were relieved it was finally the weekend. You checked in on Mason everyday, making sure he was keeping up with medicine, and you badgered Nathan too, to make sure he was taking care of himself and not running around after Mason.

You had been putting off seeing Mason, knowing that all it would do is give you more inner turmoil. It had been hard enough to move on when you weren’t seeing him, and talking to him all the time was sending you down memory lane.

You were trying to be careful, but you couldn’t help it. He was your weak spot, and all you wanted to do was tend to him. You were proud of yourself for holding out for a week though, and you were finally going over tonight to see him. His parents had gone back to Portsmouth on Wednesday, so he and Nathan had been managing on their own.

You’d decided to cook them a nice homemade dinner. The pair of them were both hopeless and you were pretty sure they’d been relying on Uber Eats since Debbie and Tony returned home. You thought they’d appreciate the gesture so you got to work making your special pasta.

It was nearly half 7 when you finally headed out, making your way to your old house. You were filled with nerves at the thought of seeing him again, despite the fact that you’d been speaking frequently. You just found it easier to control your emotions when he was on the other side of the phone.

When you arrived, the boys had been sitting together in Mason’s games room playing a game of Warzone. You had rolled your eyes at the sight of them, deciding to set the food down in the kitchen. It made your head spin a little, the familiarity of watching them play. It was something you used to do all the time. Mason had held out his arm for you, gesturing you to come and sit with them, and encouraging you to take part.

You’d always preferred FIFA though because you were better than Mase, so when you challenged him to a game, he grinned. The three of you were giggling away reminiscing about the past.

After, you’d sat down and had dinner together whilst Mason and Nathan pestered you with questions about what you’d gotten up to the past year. You told them about your achievements at school. As well as being a History teacher, you were applying for the role of Head of Pastoral Care. You loved helping your students, and you didn’t miss the way Mason’s eyes glinted with admiration of you. You told them about your family, both of them keen to know how your parents were doing. It was nice, and wholesome. You thoroughly enjoyed the dinner with them.

Once everything was cleared up, Nathan excused himself giving you and Mason some time alone together. You had made the pair of you a cup of tea before curling up on the sofa and putting an episode of Game of Thrones on in the background.

Mason was resting his head on your shoulder, the pair of you sitting in comfortable silence as you watched the show. It soothed you a little to do something so mundane with him, something you’d done a thousand times before. The feel of him so close to you brought you peace, and in truth, you could’ve fallen asleep like that.

“How’s the amnesia?” You hummed, as Mason lifted his head turning to look at you.

He’d been sneaking glances at you all night, but every time you looked at him, he would look away, his cheeks flushing pink. You couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“I remember things a bit better. I remember we broke up, and I remember I was gutted. I just don’t remember the small specific details” He explained, looking a little downcast.

“The doctor’s said that it will come back slowly with time. Sometimes I have dreams and when I tell people about them, I realise that they’re actually memories. I dreamt of you last night” He admitted, sheepishly.

“Oh yeah, what did you dream?” You asked him softly.

A fond smile settled on his face.

“I dreamt of the first time I met you, all those years ago when you’d been fresh out of uni” He smiled, nudging your shoulder.

“And all the kids were teasing me because you were such a flirt” You giggled, the memory making you smile.

“That was a good day, wasn’t it?” You hummed, as he shuffled a little closer to you.

“We had a lot of good days, didn’t we? It wasn’t all bad” His voice was considerably softer as he turned to look at you with an unreadable expression. You felt yourself melting underneath his gaze as you nodded.

“Yeah, there was a lot of good. We made each other really happy” You admitted, feeling warmth spread through you as he leaned a little closer.

A part of you had been scared of this happening.

“I miss you, Y/N” He breathed, his eyes finding yours and you could see the sincerity in his expression. You knew you should pull away, this wasn’t a good idea. He was so vulnerable right now, and even though his memory was slowly starting to come back, you had agreed that you would be just friends.

“Mase” You started, but when he tipped your chin up, his thumb caressing your jaw with a featherlight touch, your heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours.

“Thank you for coming back to me” He whispered.

You couldn’t help but lean into his palm, your eyes closing as he continued to caress your skin. It was easy to just surrender yourself to him, the comfort he brought you was unparalleled.

When your eyes opened again, his face was so close to yours.

A face you saw in your dreams every night, a face which your mind had memorised. Every last mole, the bridge of his nose, his soft lips and even the freckles that were smattered across his cheeks. You sucked in a shaky breath, feeling overwhelmed by how close he was to you, the scent of him and the way he was making you feel.

“Mase, we shouldn’t” You breathed, knowing you had to be the stronger one between the pair of you.

“Why not?” He asked, his voice innocent, his breath fanning across your lips. You shivered, your eyes flicking up to his once more.

“We’re broken up” You whispered.

“That can be easily remedied” His voice had dropped to a husky whisper.

“Mase” You protested, but your tone was so weak, you didn’t blame him for not taking you seriously.

“I should’ve never let you go, Y/N. I should’ve fought harder to keep you. I know it was a lot, the public and the hate. But I’d protect you, I’d do better this time” He vowed.

You felt a lump form in your throat at how passionate his words were, and when a single tear slid down your cheek, Mason leaned forward, kissing it away.

He kissed your cheek again, before his lips trailed to the corner of your mouth. Your breath caught in your throat, the familiarity of his lips sending you spiralling. A part of you wanted to give in, if you just tilted your head, you’d be kissing him, and the temptation was so strong. Your eyes fluttered closed, but even if Mason’s memory of the past year was gone, yours was still there, and the heartache from the initial break up had been too much for you to bear.

“We can’t, Mase” You breathed, leaning back before he could close the distance. Your eyes opened in time to see the disappointment in his expression.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” He whispered, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay” You said softly.

“But maybe I should go”

It was so difficult not to blur the lines when you were alone with him, and you knew he was struggling with it too.

“I don’t want you to go” His voice was small, and you hated how quickly you wanted to give in.

“I should though” You told him, as he reached forward tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry” He whispered, and you shook your head.

“No, don’t be silly. It’s fine, Mase. It’s just an adjustment, right?” You tried to offer a smile, and even though he smiled back, it didn’t reach his eyes.

You needed to get away from him, you knew that for certain because if you didn’t, you would do something stupid and give in to him. And there was a reason your relationship had ended. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you to relive the past.

“It’s getting late, I should probably head home” You murmured, as Mason nodded, his eyes downcast.

You mustered up all the willpower you could to get up. Mason followed, helping you into your jacket and walking you to the door.

He really didn’t want to let you go, and he knew he’d messed up by pushing your boundaries a little but he couldn’t help it. It felt natural to want to hold you, and kiss you. And he knew you well enough to know you were struggling with it too. What he couldn’t wrap his head around, was why you wouldn’t just let him in.

As he hugged you goodbye, he gave you a gentle squeeze, knowing that if he wanted to keep you, he couldn’t keep putting you in situations like that. His heart felt heavy, he thought it would’ve been okay to have you back in his life, but he didn’t quite realise how difficult it would be to be your friend when he was still in love with you.

-

“Oh, please come! Everyone misses you. You haven’t hung out with any of us in forever” Sophia pleaded as she held your hands across the coffee table.

You huffed out a breath, knowing she wouldn’t relent until you agreed to come to Kai’s birthday party tomorrow night. You’d been thinking of excuses to miss it all week because you knew Mason would be attending, and ever since that night at his house, you’d decided to put a bit of distance between the pair of you.

Another couple of weeks had passed, and you still texted mostly everyday. He called you every night before bed, keeping you company whilst he played games and you marked your student’s exam papers. You hadn’t made any plans to see him. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist him, and as much as a part of you wanted to just forget all about the past and try again with him, you were scared.

You’d confided in Sophia about your worries, and she’d tried her best to reassure you. She knew firsthand how difficult the break up had been for you, and she also knew how conflicted you were with the current situation.

She’d always wanted you and Mason to find your way back to one another and she firmly believed this was a sign that you were meant to be.

You never had been able to say no to Sophia, and that’s how you found yourself at her shared home with Kai the following night. A lot of the Chelsea players had been there, and over the moon to see you.

Ben had practically lifted you up off your feet, twirling you around and letting you know just how much he had missed you, before passing you along to Christian, Reece and Kai, all of whom had been overjoyed to see you. You couldn’t deny it was nice to hang out with them all again. Despite being Mason’s ex, they treated you with love, because they’d all been your friends too.

You’d been mingling with everyone, catching up with Christian on his plans for the summer when Mason arrived.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. He looked unreal. He was dressed in some brand you didn’t recognise. He had a massive smile on his face as he went around greeting everyone, and when he saw you, he practically lit up. He beelined his way towards you, happy to see you after so long.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight” He smiled, and you nodded, trying not to blush.

“Soph forced me to come”

Mason’s eyes twinkled as he checked you out shamelessly. The dress you were wearing flattered you greatly, and black had always been his favourite colour on you. He slowly dragged his gaze up, his eyes meeting yours once more.

“You look amazing” He breathed.

“So do you” You whispered.

He always did this. He had a way of melting the rest of the world around you, making you feel like no one existed but the pair of you. You wanted to look away from him, but the tension between the pair of you was too thick for you to cope with, and when you noticed Sophia going into the kitchen, you managed to excuse yourself and follow after her, needing some breathing room.

“I can’t do this” You complained, throwing your hands in the air as you threw Sophia a glare when you saw the smirk on her face.

“Y/N, relax. Why are you bent on being unhappy?” She asked.

“You’re not helping” You rolled your eyes at her, but she just giggled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Babe, how much longer are you gonna pretend like you’re not madly in love with him? Everyone can see it, even him. I know you’re scared, but it’s Mason. He’s the love of your life, you’re getting a second chance, so why are you letting him slip through your fingers?”

You opened your mouth to respond, when a new unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry-“

You and Sophia both turned around, and your eyes widened as you recognised the girl standing in front of you.

You immediately felt enveloped with shame as you met the eyes of Rachel, the girl Mason had been seeing before his accident.

“No, oh my gosh. I’m so sorry that you had to hear that” You blurted out, watching as her cheeks flushed pink.

“Uh, I’ll give you two a minute.” Sophia said, awkwardly.

You didn’t know where to look as you were left alone in the kitchen with Rachel.

“You must be Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you” She smiled, kindly, and you flushed.

“Hi” You breathed out.

“Listen, I’m so sorry. I can go if you’re not comfortable with me being here” You started to ramble, but she shook her head.

You couldn’t get over how unbelievably pretty she was.

“Hey, it’s okay. These are your friends too. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I just wanted you to know, me and Mase - it wasn’t anything serious. He told me from the offset that he was still trying to heal over you, and we went on a few dates. We’d only been seeing each other for a couple of months, and even then, I knew he liked me, but he was always going to love you. In a way, I think that accident was a blessing in disguise. I don’t know the details of why you guys broke up, but I know that he loves you, more than anything. I’m kinda rooting for you guys to get back together” Rachel told you.

You felt absolutely mortified as tears strolled down your cheeks. You were here crying in front of a girl that you didn’t know, a girl that had been dating your ex. You could see why he had liked her. She was so lovely.

“It’s just hard” You admitted.

“Maybe, but love isn’t meant to be easy” She said softly, reaching forward and squeezing your hand.

“You should let yourself be happy. I know this is the first time we met, but I feel like I know you from the stories I’ve heard. You sound like an amazing person, and you deserve your second chance” She reassured you.

Of all the people that were genuinely making you reconsider whether you should try again with Mason, his ex had been the last person you expected to give you the push you needed. You felt a flurry of appreciation towards her, and before you could regret it, you pulled her into a hug, squeezing tightly.

“Thank you for taking care of him” You whispered.

“Don’t be silly, he’s my friend” Rachel giggled, squeezing you back.

“And thank you for being so nice” You whispered, smiling at her.

She shook her head, smiling back at you as you both pulled away from the hug.

“Us girls gotta stick together, right?”

-

Mason knew you were avoiding him. He tried not to let it bother him, he was here for Kai’s birthday after all. He’d been standing with Ben and Christian, the three of them catching up, relieved and happy for Mason, that his memory was slowly but surely coming back.

“How’s things with Y/N?” Ben asked, when Christian excused himself to grab a drink.

Mason sighed, running a hand over his hair.

“I don’t know, Chilly. We’ve been texting a lot, but tonight’s the first time I’ve seen her in a while and she practically ran away from me. I just don’t get it. I know she can feel it too, but she insists on fighting it” Mason said, miserably.

“I think she’s scared, mate. It’s clear as day she still loves you” Ben reassured him, and Mason sighed.

He had felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest when he’d seen you earlier. You’d looked breathtaking and he’d wanted nothing more than to kiss you.

But given the amount of time that had passed since his accident, he had slowly started to remember how your relationship ended, and whilst it was frustrating to see you pulling away, he remembered how broken you’d been when you’d decided to end things. He knew you were scared of getting hurt, and hurting him again.

Mason had already made up his mind, he would take any amount of pain if it meant he could have you back.

“I wish I’d never let her go in the first place” He admitted, and Ben sighed, offering him a sympathetic smile.

“I know, bud. But if it’s meant to be, you know you guys will find your way back to one another” He reassured him, and Mason nodded, resting his head on Ben’s shoulder.

“Heads up, Mase. Rach and Y/N just met each other in the kitchen”

Both Ben and Mason’s eyes widened in alarm as they turned to see Sophia approach them. Even though Mason knew both girls were lovely, he felt a little uneasy about his two exes interacting.

“Oh, look. Here they come now” Sophia pointed out, as the three of them turned to see you and Rachel walking out of the kitchen. Mason watched as you whispered something to Rachel before slipping out of the living area.

Rachel spotted Mason, Sophia and Ben and beelined her way over.

“You should go check on her, she’s going to the bathroom to fix her makeup” Rachel said, squeezing Mason’s shoulder.

“Oh - I - uh - okay” Mason stammered, before handing Ben his drink and rushing after Y/N.

“You reckon they’re finally getting back together tonight?” Sophia asked Ben with a raised eyebrow.

“I hope so. What did you say to her?” Ben asked, shrugging his shoulders at Sophia and directing his question at Rachel.

“I told her she deserves to be happy, and she should stop pushing him away” Rachel said, curling her hair behind her ear, before excusing herself from them to go say hi to someone else.

“You know, I always had a thing for her, and she’s such a sweet girl” Ben hummed, as Sophia snorted, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t think Mason will care, that boy is obsessed with Y/N” She snickered, as she and Ben both broke out into a fit of giggles.

-

You were sitting at the top of Kai and Sophia’s staircase, your elbows resting on your knees, as you were deep in thought, wondering what the right thing to do was.

Rachel’s words kept repeating in your head. You were denying yourself the chance to be happy because you were worried about what other people were going to say. And you were so tired of fighting your feelings. It’s not like Mason made it easier for you.

Your heart skipped a beat when Mason appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He wobbled a little, holding onto the staircase as he climbed up, sitting down on the seat below yours.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice soft.

You didn’t answer him immediately, instead taking a moment to admire him. His cheeks were a little flushed, his pupils darker than normal.

“Are you drunk?” You teased, a small smile playing on your lips.

“I had one beer” Mason defended, shrugging his shoulders.

“You don’t even like beer” You told him, shaking your head with an amused expression.

“You’re right, I don’t. I really regret it” He grimaced, running a hand over the top of his head.

You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles at the look of disappointment on his face. Mason’s heart sang with joy at the sight of you laughing, and he couldn’t help but join in.

“I met Rachel before” You admitted, a few moments later once your giggles had calmed down.

“I saw - that’s not awkward. My two exes…” He said, his voice going high-pitched.

You could tell he was trying not to act curious but you knew him well enough to know he was dying to find out what you’d talked about.

You giggled, nudging him with your shoulder.

“No, she was really nice. I liked her. I can see why you liked her too” You told him, looking back down at your knees.

“I remember her a bit more” He admitted.

“She was really nice. I hope she finds the right guy, she deserves to find the best love ever” He nodded, and you smiled.

You were both quiet for a moment, before Mason finally mustered up the bravery to hold your hand. It looked so inviting, and it was just begging to be held, and perhaps it was the alcohol that was running through his system, but he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for you. You squeezed his hand back, trying to compose your thoughts.

“Y/N, we need to talk” He said, his voice low and sending shivers down your spine.

You lifted your head, and when you saw how close he was to your face, your heart ached with longing. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours.

“I know” You whispered.

You closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing you in and savouring this moment with you.

“I really want to kiss you” He admitted, and you had to suppress your shiver.

“Mase” The way you dragged out his name made him smile, as he brought one hand to tip your chin up.

“You don’t want me?” He murmured, biting back a smile.

“You’re drunk, Mase” You sighed.

“I’m sober enough to know I love you, even after all this time. Even after the accident, and Rachel and every other thing, I have tried to move on, I have tried to get over you. But I’m stuck on you, Y/N. I love you, I love you so much that I don’t know how to breathe without you. You occupy my every thought, you always have done. Even though you push me away, I’m still drawn to you, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s you, baby. It’s always been you. It’s always going to be you” His eyes had watered from his declaration, and your heart had skipped a beat at his words.

“Mase, we agreed to be just friends” You tried to interject, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know how to be just friends when everytime I’m around you I just want to hold you, I want to kiss you. I want you to be mine. Don’t you feel it between us? Am I crazy? Am I imagining this?” He pleaded.

You couldn’t answer him, a lump forming in your throat.

“Tell me, Y/N!” Mason insisted.

“I can’t!” You burst out, shaking your head as you pulled out of his grasp.

“You think this is easy for me, Mason? We didn’t break up because we fell out of love. We broke up because I felt like I would never be good enough. We broke up because I felt like I was dragging you down, like I was the one holding you back. I regretted letting you go every single moment since, but I knew it was the right decision for you. I have loved you for as long as I’ve known you, I’ve loved you for every minute of every day for the past four years. My heart is yours, it always has been. But I am trying to protect yo-“

You gasped as Mason’s lips came crashing into yours. Every single thought that had been racing through your mind was gone from his passionate, searing kiss. His lips lingered against yours, the force of the kiss taking you by surprise.

The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it too, and when Mason pulled back, you stared at him with a dazed expression.

“Mase, I-“

“You’re mine” He said with such sincerity, you shivered, before pulling you in closer and kissing you again.

This kiss was a lot more gentle, and you felt yourself melt into him, your arms winding around his neck, as you pulled him closer to you. You’d been fighting this for weeks, and you’d known from the first moment that Nathan had called you and told you about their accident that it would’ve led to this, and you didn’t want to fight it anymore.

You’d forgotten how good it felt to kiss him, how easy it was to get lost in his embrace. Mason lifted you from the step you’d been sitting on, and pulled you into his lap with ease, his arms sliding around your waist to hold you against him. His tongue roamed your mouth with ease, both of you sighing in content at how familiar, how perfect it felt to finally kiss again.

“Let’s start over, angel” Mason breathed against your lips in between kisses.

You trembled in his lap, goosebumps rising on your arms from how good it felt to be this close to him again.

“Let me love you, Y/N” Mason persisted, his eyes meeting hours, his expression eager, his lower lip jutting out in a soft, adorable pout.

A choked sob escaped your lips, but he just cradled your face in his hands.

“I know you’re scared, but I’ll take care of you. I promise” He vowed.

You stared at him for a long moment, your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest with love for him.

You were tired of holding it in, tired of acting it didn’t hurt like hell that you couldn’t call him yours.

You gave in to your heart.

“I love you, Mason. It’s you, it’s always been you” Your voice cracked a little, his touch soothing away the pain you felt from pushing him away for so long.

Mason made a noise in the back of his throat, his eyes shining with tears at finally hearing you admit your feelings.

“It’s always gonna be me, yeah? No matter what happens, we get through it together, yeah? I’m never letting you go again, Y/N. We can go as slow as you like, but I need you to know you’re mine”

And then he was kissing you again, and it was the most beautiful kiss you’d ever experienced in your life. Mason poured his heart and soul out into you, as you clung to him. Memories of the thousands of kisses you’d shared before this flooded through you, as for the first time in a year, you finally felt like you were home.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, basking in his warmth and all the comfort he had to offer. When you both finally pulled away, you were both shaking and breathless.

Mason let out a little giggle, his lips swollen, his eyes glinting with unfiltered joy.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy” He murmured, brushing his nose against yours, before peppering soft kisses across your cheek.

You smiled, closing your eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips against your skin.

“I love you, Mason. I’m so sorry for pushing you away, I just didn’t want to hurt you”

You were scared, you would never deny that. But the pressure on your chest was gone.

“Y/N, not having you in my life has hurt me. No matter what happens, we’re going to figure it out together, okay?” He reassured you.

“Okay” You whispered, smiling as you met his gaze, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the thought that after all these years he could still make you this happy.

After everything, you knew Mason would take care of your heart, and you promised yourself you’d take care of his. You didn’t expect it to be easy, but you knew that as long as you had each other, it would be okay.

You dipped your head into the crook of his shoulder, filled with content that after a long year apart, you’d finally found your way back home.

Mason out and about💫

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Secrets - Mason Mount x reader

Mason Mount x female!reader

Summary: The women’s Euros lead to secrets being spilt. How will Declan take the news knowing his best friends have been dating behind his back?

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, implied smut, Euro heartbreak (still not over it) 

Word Count: 2.7K

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The summer of 2021 was one the English would never forget. For the most part, the summer was full of happiness and memories but the night of the Euro final against Italy was one to forget. England fell at the last hurdle, cheated out of the win if you analyse the referee's decision but it was over now. You were there to witness everything. Growing up with Mason and Declan meant you were there to watch their happiest moments on the pitch and their heartbreaking moments. 

You’d gone down the same route as they had, football. You were scouted by Celtic and quickly moved to Scotland, leaving the boys for several years. Thankfully the women's league started later than the men's so you were always able to travel back to England to support the two and they’d do the same at the end of the season. 

Eventually, you left Celtic and moved back to England to join West Ham, much to Mason's disgust. Declan was enthusiastic, he always bragged to Mason that he got to spend more time with you, always telling him what you’d been up to during training and your free time but the truth was Mason already knew that. You’d been dating Mason behind Declan's back for about a year now. 

It all started after the Euro final. Mason was heartbroken and wanted you by his side. You didn’t feel guilty about leaving Declan, he had Lauren by his side, Mason had no one like that. You sat on his bed, cupping his face as you wiped his tears away with your thumbs. Mason looked up at you through his glossy eyes, even when his heart was being ripped into a million pieces he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more. He already lost the biggest game in his life he couldn’t lose much more. Mason leant forward and placed his lips onto yours, you kissed him back and the rest was history. 

“How’re you feeling?” Mason ran his fingertips along your skin as you both lay in bed together. It was the morning of the women’s euro final. England was set to play Germany in a mere few hours, a game in which the men lost and the women had never won. 

“Bit nervous.” You looked up at him through the sunlit hotel room. 

“You’ll be fine, you’ve scored in every game so far.” He smirked. “Might as well be the female Messi.” A small laugh slipped from your lips as you laid your head down onto his bare chest, your hand reaching up to trace his tattoo. 

“Maybe one day.” 

“You’ve got the height for it.” 

“Oh piss off I’m not that short!” You slapped his chest causing him to laugh and wrap his arms around you, keeping you close. He kissed your forehead as you fell silent. A small sigh fell from your lips, catching his attention. “What’s on your mind?” 

“When are we gonna Dec?” 

“Soon.” 

“How soon?”

“In the next few weeks.”

“What about today?”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?”

“Because today is about you, not me and if he throws a fit saying shit like ‘it’ll ruin the friendship’ then that’ll ruin your day.”

“It’ll ruin my day not being able to celebrate with my boyfriend if we win.” You hit back at his words. 

“You can celebrate with me.” He moved your head out of your face. “Behind closed doors when he’d not around.” Rolling your eyes you pushed yourself up from his grasp, getting out of bed and heading to the shower. Mason frowned at your actions, pouting like a child as you left him alone. “Don’t be in a mood with me!” He called out. 

“I’m not!” You hissed back, turning the shower on before locking the bathroom door. 

“Do I get to join?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” He threw the covers off his bare body and made his way to the door, attempting to open it. “y/n lets not have an argument.”

“We aren’t having an argument.”

“You’re acting as if we are.”

“Your eyes deceive you Mount.”

“You only ever call me by my last name when you’re teasing me or when you’re pissed off and the door being locked is a big sign to me that you’re annoyed at me.”

“You know why.”

“Oh, so we are having an argument?”

“A disagreement Mason.” 

“Look I want to tell him but we’ve kept it for so long… that’s what’ll hurt him…”

“And who’s idea was that?” Your tone turned sour at his excuses. 

Mason knew you had a point. You wanted to tell Declan after a few months. That was the original agreement. Make sure things worked out first and if they didn’t you’d split and it would never be spoken about again and Declan would never have to know. Evidently, things didn’t turn out like that and Mason and you had already begun to look at properties to move into together, Declan would have to find out soon. Mason was the one who wanted to keep it from him, the lies just built up and it was getting too much. The pressure of the Euros was weighing on your shoulders and the constant lying to your best friend was getting too much. 

You opened the bathroom door, your hair dripping wet as you wrapped a towel around your body. “We tell him tonight, I don’t care what the result is and if you won’t tell him then I’ll just tell him myself, without you.” 

“You look really hot -”

“Stop trying to change the subject.” Glaring his way you pushed past him to gather your England kit, making sure you had everything in your bag for the game ahead. 

“Just stating a point.” A smirk grew on his lips as he followed your movements. He came up behind you, hands on your hips, pulling your back into his chest. Kissing the side of your cheek he started to trail light kisses down your jaw and neck. 

“Mase…”

“Hmm?”

“We need to tell him.”

Mason let out a heavy breath but didn’t stop his actions. “We will.” He gripped your hips tighter. 

“When?”

“Tonight but if you lose we’ll tell him tomorrow, deal?” 

“Deal.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder. “As much as I would love for this to continue I have to get to work.” 

“I can be quick -”

“Don’t I know it.” 

“Oi.” Mason spun you around so your eyes met his before he lightly pushed onto the bed. He hovered down so his lips ghosted yours. “You’ve never complained before.”

“To you…” 

“You haven’t even won the match yet you’re already acting cocky.”

“Learnt from the best.” You pecked his lips lightly as he laid you down. “You might wanna hurry up if you want to do this…”

“You know I think this is why we lost the Euros…”

“Sorry?”

“I didn’t get a good luck shag before I played.” He smirked. 

“You’ll get one for the World Cup.” 

“I bloody better.” Mason smashed his lips into yours, his free hand coming up to remove the towel as he climbed up onto the bed. Needless to say, you were late for the first briefing of the day. 

—

Mason and Declan sat alongside the rest of the England boys who came to support the lionesses. Both of them wore an England shirt with your name and number on the back, proudly displaying their pride for you. The first half hadn’t gone to plan, England had picked up two yellow cards and was yet to score a goal, then again on the brighter side, Germany was also yet to score. 

Mason watched as you quickly stormed off to the changing rooms the moment the half-time whistle blew. The brunette turned to his best friend who was beckoning him to follow him out to the foyer for a drink.  

He needed to tell him. 

Mason followed him, nerves creeping up inside him and not just because of the game. “You alright?” Declan’s voice grabbed his attention. 

“Yeah.” He gave him a light laugh, trying to play things off but Declan knew him too well. “Just nervous for the game that’s it, wanted them to be at least a goal up by now.” 

“They’ll be fine, we know our y/n, she’ll score.” Declan grabbed a drink for him. “But I know that isn’t what you’re nervous about.” He stared straight at the Chelsea boy. “What’s wrong?”

Mason took a deep breath, sipping on his drink as he felt his heart pounding. “Before I tell you, promise me you won’t take it out on her. She wanted to tell you -” Mason didn’t even need to continue for Declan to put two and two together. 

Huffing, Declan cut him off. “How long?”

“Dec -”

“How long Mase? How long have you kept this from me? You two are my best mates and yet you lied to me, how long?”

“Since we lost the Euros.” 

“So a year then? You two lied for a year? Who else knew?”

“Only our families, I promise you Dec only they knew and not all of them know. My parents and hers do and that’s really it.” Declan didn’t say anything, prompting Mason to keep speaking. “She wanted to tell you but I didn’t. I was scared that you’d turn your back on us. We planned to keep it secret until we were certain it would work out between us but I got worried, not her. y/n wanted to tell you but I didn’t so if you want to blame and be pissed off at someone be annoyed at me.” 

Once again Declan was silent, contemplating on what to say but the sudden cheer of the crowd caught their attention. The second half was starting. Without uttering a word Declan moved past his best friend, screaming your name with the crowd as he took his seat. 

A defeated expression fell onto Mason’s face as he took his seat. He knew he’d done the right thing for you, maybe it was a bit late but things are always better delivered late than never but he couldn’t dwell on it too much now, you needed his support. 

Thankfully for him, Toone scored allowing England to take the lead. Mason and Declan both roared at the goal but the feeling didn’t last long as minutes later Germany went and equalised. They watched as you let out a string of swears from your lips, throwing your head back in defeat, you and the rest of the nation really didn’t want to lose this game after the men's final. 

The game ended up going into extra time and the nerves were getting to you all. It felt like the clock was moving slower with each second. No one wanted it to go to penalties. Declan spared a glance over to Mason who looked as if he was losing his mind. Not only was he riddled with fear of losing his best friend but also feared his girlfriend would lose this game like he did. 

“Do you love her Mase?” Declan suddenly spoke. 

“What?” He turned his attention away from the game. “Of course I love her, I wouldn’t still be with her if I didn’t. Dec I’d do anything for her -”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” He looked hurt. “Mase we’ve been mates for years, not just me and you but y/n too.”

“She wanted to tell you -”

“But you didn’t so she kept it a secret for you.”

“Yes…”

“Break her heart and I’ll break your kneecaps when we play next.” 

A sigh of relief left Mason’s lips, a small laugh fell from his mouth as he spoke. “Thank you and again I am so sorry.”

“Just don’t wait to tell me that you’re marrying her the day before you put a ring on her finger.” 

“I won’t.”

“And don’t wait to tell me she’s pregant when she’s going into labour although that might be a little harder to hide.” 

Mason laughed again. “I won’t, I promise.”

A sudden string of boos rang out from the crowd, grabbing their attention. Both boys looked over to Germany’s goal. You were on the floor, holding your arms out as the referee pointed to the penalty spot. 

“That’s your girl Mase.” 

“She’s given a penalty to us.”

“And you weren’t even looking when your girl was fouled,” Declan smirked over at Mason. 

“She doesn’t know that.” Mason kept his attention on the game. “Who’s taking it?”

“Not trying to scare you Mase but y/n is stepping up to it.”

“What?” Despite being in the boxes, Mason stood up to get a better look, not like it would do much but now we could clearly see that you were standing opposite the goalkeeper with the ball in front of you. “Fucking hell…” He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. It wasn’t that Mason didn’t think you could do it, you were more than capable of taking a penalty. You’d scored most of the ones you’d taken but after the final, he’d been in he’d never want that guilt to fall to you if you missed. 

The sound of the crowd filled your ears but you silenced them. That was one of the first things you’d learnt whilst being at Celtic. The crowd there was one you’d never heard before but Wembley was a different story. The entire nation was watching as the referee blew her whistle and you had to take the penalty. With a deep breath, you took one last look at the goal and ran up and kicked the ball. Aiming the ball in the top left-hand corner you watched as it hit the back of the net, slipping through the keeper's hands. In the last few minutes of extra time, you had scored and put England in the lead with minutes to spare. 

The feeling was something you knew you would never feel again for a while. You ran to the crowd, screaming with happiness as they screamed back. Your teammates jumped on your back, ruffling up your hair and screaming alongside you. You looked up to the box where Mason and Declan were sitting and gave them a smile, although you couldn’t see them through the crowd you knew they were smiling down at you.

The whistle blew signalling the game was over. You and the rest of the girls fell to your knees, the tears streaming down your faces. It had finally come home. Mason and Declan made their way down the stairs and towards the pitch side with the rest of your families. 

You and the girls were singing along to Sweet Caroline when you caught the eyes of Mason. He ran over, pulling you into his arms, picking you up as he spun you around. Not caring that a camera was right beside you he crashed his lips into yours, cupping your face as he tried his best to not get too carried away on national television. 

“You’re the best in Europe.” He smiled. 

“Maybe the world soon…” You pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, looking up at him with a soft smile. Your eyes fluttered over to Declan who was taking in the atmosphere. “You told him then?”

“I did. I’m sorry I made you keep that from him for so long, I was an -” 

“Shut up Mount.” You pecked his lips. “It’s done now.”

“Thank you.”

“Is he okay about it?”

“He is.”

“See,” You smiled. “I told you that he’d be okay with it.”

“He said he’d break my kneecaps if I fucked up.”

“Well then Mount, better stay on my good side because we play for the same team so he’ll definitely know if you upset me.” You teased him. 

“I think the colour blue would suit you better.” He smirked. 

“You think so? I was more thinking the colour red…” 

His eyes widened at your words. “No…”

“Maybe contract talks have already taken place…”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Should have told Declan sooner.” You kissed his cheek. “Besides, who doesn’t like a bit of rivalry?” 

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✎ teach him a lesson + egged up (f) ft. declan rice + ben chilwell

✎ get you alone (i)

✎ “don’t you trust me?” (f)

✎ got your back (f)

✎ spill your guts or fill your guts (f)

➛ ruben loftus-cheek

✎ the universe’s plans (f)

➛ jack grealish

✎ caught! (f)

➛ ben chilwell

✎ sleepyhead’s promise (f)

✎ you’re my world (f)

✎ mine (light a + f + i)

✎ still into you (light a) (f)

✎ piano player (f)

✎ monsters within (light a + f)

✎ believe in us (a)

✎ secret love song (a)

✎ call out my name (i)

✎ “you shouldn’t be here.” (a)

✎ down in the dm (f)

✎ work of art (f)

✎ i know what you did last summer (light i)

✎ lights, camera, action (f)

➛ jordan henderson

✎ knight in shining amour (f)

➛ jesse lingard

➛ jude bellingham

✎ kissin’ u (f)

➛ declan rice

✎ no.1 uncle + no.1 teacher + no.1 story-teller + no.1 painter (f) 

✎ it happens (f) ft. mason mount

✎ “i’m just a bet to you?” (a)

➛ jadon sancho

✎ tattoos together (f)

✎ puzzle piece (a) (f) 

✎ best of me (light a) 

✎ lean on me (light a + f)

✎ false papers (light a + f)

✎ ready to love (f)

➛ john stones 

➛ phil foden

➛ dele alli

✎ first kiss (f)

➛ trent alexander-arnold

✎ if you were mine (f)

➛ tyrone mings

other players;

➛ kai havertz

✎ just like a princess (f) ft. mason mount

➛ jorginho

✎ ti amo cosi tanto (f)

BLURBS

⇾ daddy’s girl: mason mount (f)

⇾ forever mine: jadon sancho (f) (i)

⇾ lovestruck: mason mount (f)

⇾ a little bit jealous: john stones (light a)

⇾ hands on me: jack grealish (f)

⇾ uneven: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ troublemaker²: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ my game, my rules: mason mount (i)

⇾ daddy’s girl: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ stolen kisses: jesse lingard (f)

⇾ everlasting ring: mason mount (f)

⇾ mumma’s boy + i love my dada so much!: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ all my heart: mason mount (f)

⇾ torn + fix you: jadon sancho (a) 

⇾ yours: john stones (f)

⇾ the baby and the question: mason mount (f)

⇾ oops!: jack grealish (f)

⇾ first steps: mason mount (f)

⇾ warm welcome home: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ blonde beau: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ second chances: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ the empty ring finger: ben chilwell (light a)

⇾ in my hero’s footsteps: mason mount (f)

⇾ missing dada: mason mount (f)

⇾ he’s a keeper: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ interlocked: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ love language: mason mount (f)

⇾ with you: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ my forever: john stones (f)

⇾ my girl: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ a turtle what now?: mason mount (f)

⇾ she belongs to me: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ daddy’s weird words: jadon sancho (i)

⇾ you’re my world: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ nothing without you: john stones (f)

⇾ gender reveal: mason mount (f)

⇾ chill ‘n’ cuddle: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ care for you: mason mount (f)

⇾ by your side: mason mount (f)

⇾ in need of dada: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ peachy: mason mount (i)

⇾ sparkly eyes: jack grealish (f)

⇾ biggest baby: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ comfort: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ tour guide: john stones (f)

⇾ surprise!: john stones (f)

⇾ missing: jesse lingard (a) (f)

⇾ trust to stay: mason mount (a)

⇾ his little princess: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ one in a million: dele alli (f)

⇾ hooked: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ competition + competition 2.0: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ soulmates ‘til the end: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ moonlight gaze: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ his priority: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ babe? boyfriend? lover?: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ my name on your back: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ cuddles are the cure: jack grealish (f)

⇾ like father, like son: jesse lingard (f)

⇾ another little one: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ daddy duty: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ just like mummy: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ back rest: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ baby number… three?: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ dad mode: on: jordan henderson (f)

⇾ sweethearts: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ positions 4 u: mason mount (i)

⇾ personal period nurse: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ drunk in love: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ grounded: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ stitched up: jordan henderson (f)

⇾ love numbers: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ dad-to-be: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ stuck with you: mason mount (f)

⇾ tiktok boyfriend test: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ without you: tyrone mings (f)

⇾ paint me naked: jesse lingard (f)

⇾ inseperable: mason mount (f)

⇾ who’s what?: mason mount (f)

⇾ win her over: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ eyes on me: mason mount (f)

⇾ his remedy: mason mount (f)

⇾ all for you: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ when you’re not by my side: mason mount (f)

⇾ fears to face: mason mount (f)

⇾ safe place: mason mount (f)

⇾ attention: mason mount (f)

⇾ everything and all: jack grealish (f)

⇾ jealousy, jealousy: ben chilwell (light i)

⇾ dream come true: mason mount (f)

⇾ her biggest fan: mason mount (f)

⇾ royal crush: kai havertz (f)

⇾ deserving: jack grealish (f)

⇾ days in need: mason mount (f)

⇾ winners take it all: mason mount (f + light i)

⇾ forfeit!: mason mount (f)

⇾ king of my heart: mason mount (f)

⇾ baby fever: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ dancing queen: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ necklace: mason mount (i)

⇾ blessings: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ four foot with attitude: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ nights like this: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ dress deals: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ on my knees (not for you): jadon sancho (i)

⇾ to infinity and beyond: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ reward me: mason mount (f)

⇾ “are you blushing?”: tyrone mings (f)

⇾ straya geezer: jack grealish (f)

⇾ two for one: jadon sancho (f)

⇾ lonely heart: marcus rashford (a)

⇾ always on the sofa: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ to take the blame: mason mount ft. declan rice (f)

⇾ floored: mason mount (f)

⇾ hair: mason mount (f)

⇾ on his toes: jorginho (f)

⇾ my anchor: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ ice cream: ben chilwell (f)

⇾ like i can: mason mount (f)

⇾ a casa nostra: jorginho (f)

⇾ sneaky: jorginho (f)

⇾ in sickness: trent alexander-arnold (f)

⇾ leaving your side: trent alexander-arnold (a)

⇾ marry you: trent alexander-arnold (f)

⇾ gq’s couple quiz: mason mount (f)

⇾ needed you: marcus rashford (f)

⇾ back 2 u: trent alexander-arnold (f) [coming soon]

⇾ still a red: jadon sancho (f) [coming soon]

⇾ 10/10: marcus rashford (f) [coming soon]

⇾ miles apart, still within you: jadon sancho (f) [coming soon]

⇾ kissing the badge: mason mount (f) [coming soon] where reader and mason have a baby boy or girl and at one of his games after he scores a goal they do his celebration with him please

MINI MASTERLISTS

BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST [COMING SOON]

Welcome Mason! And best of luck 🥳

Kinda superstitious about newcomer getting this number though 🙈

🤣

BRUNO PLEASE

Lindo Norris and P3🧡

I'm soooo happy🐥

*different angles*

photo: insta by @norris.content