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mountsies · 1 year

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more than that

mason mount x reader

summary: you and mason don’t know where you two stand with each other, but he wasn’t willing to let you go. and neither you wanted that.

disclaimer: english is not my first language, angst, smut, +18, minors dni, a bit fluffy at the end

word count: 4,5k

a/n: hi everyone! this one is inspired by the song boyfriend - ariana grande ft. social house, it turned out a lot more angsty than it intended to be but i like it anyway. i hope you guys enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

“Are you alright, mate?” The music was loud but Mason still managed to hear Ben under all the noise around them.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Mason responded although his action said otherwise when the grip on his glass was firm enough for his knuckles to turn white when he saw you talking to that guy again.

It was supposed to be a fun night out, he got a day off the next day so he didn’t mind going clubbing with his friends. Well, his friends and you. You weren’t his girlfriend but were far from being just a friend of his. You two had met through Ben, and since the first day you both had some sort of connection, something neither of you had felt before.

Then it started with some oblivious flirtatious between you two, the exchange of looks, the smiles, the inside jokes that only you two laughed at, the tension whenever you two were in the same room. For everyone it was certain that something was going on between you two.

And they weren’t wrong. It was more than something, to be honest. Maybe at the beginning it was really just about the sex, Mason was someone really attractive in every aspect, he catched your attention at first sight with his amazing personality. But time passed and both of you were more than comfortable in that situationship. It started to be more than a friends with benefits thing when he started leaving space in his drawers and you noticed you had more clothes of his than on your own in your wardrobe.

But no talking happened. Neither of you had the courage to initiate a conversation about that, the fear of not having reciprocate feelings took a toll on you two. For anyone outside it was clearly you two had feelings for each other, but in your own eyes it wasn’t something that was at clear sight.

And because of that, Mason wasn’t brave enough to walk towards you and that stupid guy and shove him off. His blood boiled every time he saw the guy leaning closer to you to whisper something in your ear because the music was too loud in the club speakers.

“If you keep looking at him like that he might start burning,” Ben said again under a chuckle, owning him a glance from his friend.

Mason rolled his eyes at his mate’s words, “Shut up.” He just responded and went back to pay attention to his drink this time.

“You two should talk and save the drama.” Ben sipped his drink too, giving a look at Mason who just sighed. “You both have feelings for each other, everyone knows that.”

“It’s not that simple.” Mason sighed and turned to look at your direction again, finding you still engaged in some conversation with the stupid guy.

Ben followed his gaze and this time you turned your attention towards them, giving Ben a soft smile and when Mason’s eyes locked on yours he felt his jaw clench again and his stomach flutter when you gave him a smirk and turned to the guy again. You were doing that on purpose, teasing him and making him almost mad in jealousy, and to his displeasure it was totally working.

“It’s simple as it is, mate. You both know that.” Ben shrugged when he noticed his friend was annoyed.

Mason didn’t say anything back, just sipped the rest of his drink and slammed the glass on the table before storming out mumbling that he was going to the toilet. He rushed to the bathroom and sighed in relief when he found it empty. He stopped in front of the sink and took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves whilst looking at himself through the mirror.

He knew he had to talk to you to sort out whatever it was happening between you two, but he feared that it was only something momentary and you wouldn’t want anything serious with him. He was scared because in a long time he didn’t feel like that with anyone and he didn’t want to lose it with you. But he also knew that it wasn’t the best place nor the best moment to think about his realization of being in love with you.

Mason opened the tap and washed his face, feeling a little bit better when the cold water hit his face. He dried his face and exited the toilet, walking back over to his booth and finding you talking with Ben and some other friends of his. As you were too engaged in a conversation about work and stuff, you didn’t notice when a girl approached Mason as he was a little bit far from the group.

You couldn’t hear what they’re talking about, but you noticed he wasn’t paying attention to what she was talking about, he was just standing there while looking at you every ten seconds. And that only made you more annoyed because he was doing it on purpose. Tired of that childish game you two had played all night, you said goodbye to your friends and decided to leave. It was past midnight and you could already feel a migraine building when the loud music wasn’t pleasant anymore.

“Y/n wait,” He shouted through the loud noise but you just pretended you didn’t hear. Mason followed you to the exit, his steps faster now that he had nobody to bump against him. “Y/n where are you going?” He walked faster and stopped in front of you, his bigger body not letting you walk past him.

“Home.” Your tone was rude, the frowning on your forehead was enough for him to know you were really annoyed.

“Alone?” Mason furrowed his brows but you just rolled your eyes at him

You started walking again, but he held your wrist making you stop in place. You turned to face him, your eyes burning at his. “Why? You didn’t seem to care if I was alone ten minutes ago.”

Mason sighed and ran his hand through his hair, his eyes scanning your features. “Listen, I-”

“No, I don’t wanna listen to you Mason.” You snapped at him and got rid of his holding on your arm, starting to walk along the empty sidewalk again.

Mason took a deep breath, he knew really well how stubborn you could be when you were angry, but he also could see your body shivering through the cold night breeze because your choice of clothes, even if he had liked the red dress that made you stunning, he knew you were feeling cold and he wasn’t forgive himself if he’d let you go home alone.

“Can you not be stubborn for once please?” He stopped in front of you again and this time you cursed under your breath. “I know you’re annoyed but I’m not much of an asshole to let you leave alone.”

“Not sure about that.” You mumbled and decided to let him call a taxi so you could finally go home, not having too much energy to continue that stupid fight with him.

Silence took over after he had called the taxi, an uncomfortable feeling at the pit of your stomach when you recaptured what had happened in the club. You sighed and shuddered when the cold air hit you again, and Mason didn’t waste time before taking off his jacket and handing it to you. You accepted without a word, feeling a little warmer when you put the jacket over your shoulders.

Mason didn’t think straight when he reached to pull your hair from beneath the fabric of the jacket, your eyes looking up and finding him already staring at you softly now. Your heart beat fastened against your chest, his eyes carefully scanning your features before getting closer to you, and you let out a breath when he put some strands of your hair behind your ear.

Mason got lost in your eyes for a second, his heart as fast as yours. “We need to talk.” He gulped when you blinked at him.

“I know.” You murmured back, letting your instincts take over when you rested your forehead against his shoulder, a wave of easement rushing through your body when you finally felt his touch. Mason sighed in some relief, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulders to bring you closer to his body.

You almost melt in his embrace, his arms always feeling like a safe place to you. There was silence again whilst you waited for the taxi, none of you daring to say a word. Didn’t take long for the taxi to arrive, you entered the car and leaned your head against the window, hearing Mason talking to the driver. He gave his address and you didn’t protest, your head already running with the possibilities of what was going to happen when you arrived at his house.

You couldn’t deny you were maybe scared, that somehow Mason would end things between you two. You knew that it wasn’t the healthiest way to start a relationship, it was a messy beginning but you also didn’t want him to put an end to it because your feelings for him were already strong. It didn’t take you long to realize you were in love with Mason, admitting it to yourself was easier than admitting it to him.

Fifteen minutes after and you arrived in front of Mason’s gates, he paid for the ride and you both got out of the car. In silence you both walked to his front door, he took his keys and opened the door letting you go in first. You took off your heels leaving them by the door and went straight to his living room, knowing all of the places in his house by this time. You heard him walking in the kitchen whilst you threw yourself on his sofa, your head resting on the backrest with eyes closed.

“Are you feeling okay?” His voice broke the long silence, when you opened your eyes again he was seated on the sofa too, not far from you, handing you a glass of water.

“Yeah I’m fine,” You gave him a corner smile and accepted the glass he offered you. “Thanks.” He smiled at you and you finished the glass in a short time.

You rested again in the backrest of the sofa, your eyes focusing on the ceiling then you heard Mason clear his throat and you turned to face him. He was in the same position as you, his hands fidgeting nervous with the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low as he tried to put out his thoughts.

“I’m sorry too.” You blurted out and he turned to face you, his eyes showing his regret and you felt your stomach flipped. “I know that wasn’t very mature of me today, I was already annoyed and just pushed it off.”

“Why were you annoyed?” He asked, not in an accusatory tone but in a genuine tone of voice, his brow furrowed.

You sighed when you looked at him because as much as mad you were with him for not taking one step and speaking up for the situation you were both in, it wasn’t only his fault. You didn’t know what Mason was really feeling and thinking about all this and that only made you feel worse for what happened in the club.

“Because I’m tired of this Mason,” You saw him gulp when you started talking, his eyes trying to figure out your expressions. “I’m tired of not knowing where we both stand with each other. It’s all good when it’s just us but then it’s a whole different thing when we’re with other people.” You shifted in your position and turned your body to face him better, and he just kept looking at you waiting for you to finish, “I didn’t want things to turn out this way.”

“Me neither,” He turned to face you in the same position, his knee brushing against yours. “I never wanted to make you angry or annoyed, I just-” He kept looking at your face trying to find the right words but he didn’t know how.

Noticing his nervousness you lifted your hand and placed it on his face, your thumb stroking his cheek and his eyes closed almost immediately. He took a deep breath and felt a little bit calmer with your gesture, his eyes opening to find you staring at him with softness.

“Listen I’m not sure how to do this, I know I suck at this relationship thing but…” His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, his frown noticeable as he tried to find the right words. “But I want to make things right with you.” He whispered the last part, maybe still scared to admit that to you and to himself.

You could see the sincerity in his eyes and that made your stomach flutter, you knew he was trying his best to figure everything out between you too. Realizing that made your heart pound in your chest.

“I want to make things right too,” You gulped and the nervousness took over you now, scanning his beautiful features and your thoughts running wild. “But this is already messy, Mase.”

Mason nodded slowly, although he knew you were right he didn’t want to give up. He knew you had your insecurities about still going on with that, even himself had his doubts and fears about being in a serious relationship, but what he felt for you was stronger and he wasn’t ready to let you go yet. That’s why he let his emotions take control for the first time, his hands almost trembling when he blurted out those words. “I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes immediately widened and you could hear your heart pounding, your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. His eyes kept looking at you anxiously, his eyes trying to figure out what was going on inside your head. There was silence again, the only thing you could hear was your and his breath.

“I’m in love with everything about you. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh, the way you think, the way you speak.” His finger gently brushed over your cheek, that turned crimson when you heard his words. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve had the pleasure to meet, you’re strong and have the most beautiful personality. I’m really sorry it took me that long to say it out loud.” Mason leaned closer and his forehead rested on yours, his booths hands now stroking your cheeks and you closed your eyes and gave in to his touch.

“Mason I-”

“I don’t wanna let you go.” His voice was barely a whisper when he interrupted you.

You opened your eyes and found his soft and pretty eyes looking at you pleading and with so much honesty and sincerity. He was willing to make everything right this time, you could feel in his eyes and in his words. Even scared and worried, you were too involved to let him go and too in love to let him go.

You licked your lips and leaned closer to him, your nose brushing through his and his breath mixing into yours. “Then don’t let me go.”

Your voice was low but still he didn’t contain the sigh of relief he let out when his eyes locked on yours again and this time he found nothing more than the reciprocate feeling he feared you wouldn’t share with him. Mason didn’t waste any more time and just pressed his lips on yours, both of you sharing a deep sigh of relief and content, his hands holding your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

You had shared a lot of kisses with Mason, but this time it was different. This time it had all of your feelings mixed, it had worry and fear, but it also had passion and love and you could feel it rushing through your body. You let out a moan when you felt his tongue on yours, his hands roaming over your body and your skiing burning wanting to feel him.

“Bedroom.” You managed to mumble between kisses, your breath already irregular.

Mason nodded and pecked your lips before he stood up from the sofa, his fingers interlocked on yours as you followed him upstairs. Not much longer and you were already in his bedroom, and he didn’t give you time to think when he kissed you again, your stomach fluttering with butterflies when you felt his touch. He took his jacket off from your shoulders, his hands undoing the zipper on your dress and you let him undress you leaving you only in your panties.

Carefully he laid you on his bed, his body hovering over yours and his eyes admiring every piece of you. He pressed kisses on your cheeks, then on the tip of your nose, on your forehead, your eyelids then he went back again to your lips, his hands traveling through your inner thigh and you already could feel your core throbbing needing to feel him.

“You’re so beautiful. Everything about you is so beautiful,” His words made you whimper under his touch, your hands grabbing the fabric of his shirt. “My pretty girl.” Those last words he whispered near your ear, his lips kissing down your jaw to your neck.

“Mason…” You breathed out, your mind fogged by his touches. “Take this off, please.” He chuckled when you whined, already lifting his shirt and helping him to get rid of that piece of clothing. Mason undressed the rest of his clothes, wearing only his black Calvin underwear.

His hands trailed down your body until he got between your thighs, your panties already wet from his touches and kisses. He knew every curve of your body, he knew how to please you like no one else did, your core throbbing in need of him. Mason teased you when his fingers brushed against your clit over the fabric of your panties, causing you to squirm underneath him and a moan left your mouth. Your nails pressed on his back caused him to groan, his lips kissing every inch of your exposed skin, and when his tongue circled one of your nipples you closed your eyes, your fingers locked in his strands.

“You drive me fucking insane,” He murmured against your skin, his tongue playing with your other nipple, nipping and sucking on it whilst he put the fabric of your panty to the side and finally touched you wettness, his fingers swiping up and down in your folds until he circled your clit slowly, “So wet for me, baby.”

Your mouth fell open when he inserted one finger slowly at your entrance, your excitement helping him slide in with no difficulty. Mason let you adjust to his finger for a moment, peppering kisses all over your chest and collarbone before sliding in the second one, your legs spreading wide and your hips rocking back to his hand in search of more contact. When he started thrusting his fingers agonizingly slow, curling them inside feeling your walls clench around them as you whimpered his name under your breath.

He admired your reactions watching you break underneath him, his lips trailing over yours and when you opened your eyes and found his dark ones staring at you, full of want and desire, you felt the burning in the pitch of your stomach. The pace of his fingers increased and you tipped your head back on the mattress, the tip of his thumb circling your clit and a loud moan escaping your lips.

“Mason…” You whimpered his name again, not sure what you wanted to say with your mind hazy with pleasure.

“What is it baby? What do you want, hm? Tell me.” His voice was husky and made you shiver in anticipation, his fingers not enough for you.

“You. I want you,” You blurted out between moans and whimpers, biting your lower lip when you ran down your hands over his body and feeling his hard cock still covered in his calvin’s.

Mason rested his forehead on yours, his breath itching when you stroke his bulge. “Where do you want me?” He managed to ask, his hips rocking back into your hand.

“Inside me,” Another loud moan escaped your mouth when he thrusted his fingers hard this time, curling them in your sweet spot making you arch your back from the mattress. “Please Mase, just fuck me.” You cried out, your nails scraping his neck and pulling him closer.

Mason catched your lips in a heated and messy kiss, his fingers sliding out of you and making you whine still wanting more, but when he pulled away just to get rid of his underwear and your lace panty, you sighed in relief because you’d finally be able to feel him the way you wanted. Your mouth watered when you saw his hard cock resting against his belly, taking a time to admire his toned body and feeling yourself getting more wet when he stroked himself a few times, enjoying the way you were looking at him.

His body hovered under yours again and you spread your legs wide for him, his mouth in your neck nipping at your skin and making you gasp when he rubbed his cock on your clit, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Mason kept teasing you, threatening to enter you with the tip of his cock but then rubbing against your bead of pleasure again and making your body squirm. He lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, his cock dragging over your entrance and the position only made it easier for him to finally slide into you.

“Fuck baby, you already feel so good.” He said with a grunt, one of his hands grabbing your waist for leverage as he started thrusting in and out slowly.

“Oh my god,” You moaned when he bottomed out, feeling every inch of him inside you.

Mason stayed still in his position, lowering his face close to yours as he let both of you adjust to the feeling. He moved his hips thrusting out and letting only his tip in before he pushed in again with a hard thrust, your head tipping back again and his mouth nipping at the skin of your neck, marking you up.

You could feel him everywhere, his hands traveling through your body and your skin burning at his touches, your mind hazy with so much pleasure and stimulation. He increased the pace of his thrusting, your walls squeezing around him and making him moan in your ear.

“Feels so good Mase,” You babbled between whimpers.

“Yeah? Like when I fuck you like this?” You felt his teeth dragging over your earlobe and your eyes closed.

You nodded your head fiercely, your hands gripping his biceps. “Faster, please.” Your voice was barely a whisper and he just kissed your lips before starting to pound into you.

You could feel his cock deep inside you, the position only making it more easier for him to slide hard into you. When his cock touched your sweet spot you cried out in pleasure, grasping at his arms and arching your back, the burning at the pit of your stomach starting to increase as you searched for your release.

“Do you want to cum, love?” The petname sent you a shiver, your eyes opening to look at him.

“Wanna cum with you,” You mumbled, pulling him closer and hearing him groan when you clenched around him.

“Fuck yeah, okay.” He nodded when he saw the look in your eyes, already close to his high too.

Mason’s fingers pressed on your lit, this time rubbing it at the same pace of his sloppier thrusts, his cock reaching your spot over and over again making your body quiver underneath him. You could feel your orgasm building, your eyes rolling at the back of your head and your brows furrowed with so much stimulation.

“Baby, baby” You gasped, your toes curling and your hips rocking to meet his. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Your voice was high pitched and your mouth fell open when you came undone, your eyes rolling and you swear you saw stars when your orgasm hit hard making you quiver underneath his body.

“Holy shit,” Mason managed to say when you clenched around him releasing yourself and it didn’t take too much when he gave you a last hard thrust and came hard inside you, his body trembling as he cursed profanities and your name in a husky voice.

Both of you stayed there trying to catch your breaths, your chest rising and falling rapidly just as his. He moved his hips and slowly pulled out, watching his cum mixing with your juices and carefully lowering your leg from his shoulder. He rolled to the side and pulled you along, your head resting against his chest and your leg thrown under his hips.

You could hear his heart racing and smiled, your fingers stroking his tattoo under his ribcage as he caressed your strands. You both stayed in silence, trying to assimilate everything that happened that night. Lifting your head you caught him already looking at you, the smile he gave you making the butterflies in your stomach come back.

“I’m in love with you too.” You whispered, biting your lip waiting for his reaction.

Mason locked his eyes on yours, his hand now stroking your cheek. You could see the sparkling in his look and that made your heart swell in your chest.

“I didn’t know I needed to hear that until you said it.” You chuckled and he smiled, shifting in his position so he could lean closer to you. His nose brushed against yours, his eyes admiring your face as you got lost in his. “I promise I’ll make things right this time.”

“Don't put all the pressure on you Mase, we both made mistakes.” You softly said, your fingers stroking his short strands. “But I promise to make things right too.”

The smile he gave you enlightened his whole feature, your heart jumping in your chest and when he finally kissed you, gently and soft this time, sharing all his love with you. In that moment all of your fears and worries disappeared, because you trusted him and now you both were on the same page.

“Does that make me your boyfriend now?” He grinned when he saw you playful rolling your eyes.

“Maybe.” You shrugged and he raised his brows.

“Okay that’s fair, I can take that.” You laughed at his words and he just smiled before leaning in to kiss you again.

You didn’t know how much time you two spent talking in the middle of the night, but you couldn’t contain the smile of relief on your lips and the feeling of happiness that rushed through your body when you drifted off to sleep that night.

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masonmiamor · 1 year

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grey skies and memories of you - - mason mount x reader.

summary: after 8 months of no contact you’re surprised to find and even talk with him. but every small details from the past brings you there today. just the two of you still hopelessly inlove.

request are open! feel free to send and feedback is appreciated 🫶🏻 not proofreaded!

You feel a gentle hand across your bare back, you look up startled only to be met with familiar brown eyes. Your hand that was currently set below your chin was now resting on the brown counter, looking with wide eyes at Mason. His gaze softened… his hand still remained on your back. “I knew it was you… I had to come to look just to be sure… your shorter hair was throwing me off…” he commented. You are still speechless since it was over 8 months since you last spoke to him.

Mason tried, hell, he was doing anything just to get a simple text back from you, but you gave in nothing. He was confused, he wanted to remain friends after the friendship you held before the relationship, especially after remaining on a good note. He did have to tell himself he did break things off with you.

“What are you doing here?” you finally spoke watching as he took the seat beside you. “I'm here with the lads, they're over there,” he pointed at the corner, you curiously turned your head and observed the chanty teammates of his simply partying. You turned your head back and looked down at your hands humming. “We're here to welcome the new players and just enjoy our time off,” he stated.

“Why the short hair?” he asked after a few seconds of silence. “Oh-uhm- Just wanted something newer, you know?” you shrug your shoulder trying to avoid the intimate eye contact he always held. But what you said were lies… it was more of a drunken decision. You were nervous already, but that would be the cherry on top. He nodded, Mason, desperately just wanting to talk to you about anything, even if it was those silly puns you used to say.

“Two cranberry tequilas please,” Mason yelled loudly to the bartender, holding up two fingers. “I'm hoping that is still your favorite?” he said looking over at you who stared out into the space infront. “Yes. Hasn't changed,” you chuckled. Mason nodded, his leg beginning to bounce. “Stop… you're going to make me more nervous,” you leaned over after a minute, placing your hand on his thigh and finally looking into his eyes. His brown eyes still holding the desire and love for you.

“Y/n…” he said so delicately his right hand reaching over and rubbing your cheek. “What are you doing here?” you ask again. He shakes his head, Mason is not even sure why he was still sitting here. “I don't know to talk I guess?” he offers a sad smile and shrugs his shoulder, his hand coming down from your cheek.

“Just talk?”

“Maybe reminisce old times? Talk about how we've been? Anything so that I can hear your voice again…” Mason finds himself admitting to you. You laugh shaking your head, “There's that smile,” Mason compliments, bringing a smile and blush to your face. The bartender brings both drinks, accepting your card before Mason could pull his out. A little banter of course but it was just drinks.

“To talking or wherever we were,” you say, the two of you raise your glasses and clink them together.

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After two more cranberry tequilas, two glasses of wine, and some shots, you sure were feeling the effect, Mason a bit too. You quietly paid attention to him talking mostly about his family, his time at Chelsea so far, and a lads' trip after the world cup. He could feel his heart beat faster anytime you smiled and locked eyes with him while talking. The feelings and love are still there.

You wanted to so badly get closer to him but you knew where your self-respect and loyalty layed. A lot changed in 8 months for both of you, and you weren't ready to throw the barrier you built after the breakup. You swirl the black straw around the almost empty glass, watching how the ice slowly melts and hearing it click against the glass. You laugh and throw your head back a bit as you thought of an old memory.

“Do you remember that Turks and Caicos trip we took? Where we accidentally fell asleep at the beach during the sunrise after a night out and woke up sunburnt?” you snort. Mason laughs thinking back to how you had to walk around with a handprint on your leg. “Oh my god! The little kid that found us?” he adds, making you laugh harder.

“I remember that trip fairly well…” Mason says, his brows drawing in together but a small smile still present. “I do too. I can't forget it. Any part of it…” you say, your mind immediately goes back to the sunset dinner where he pulled out a promise ring, promising that one day you’d get married and this ring would be on the necklace you wear with his initial.

“Do you still have it?” he asks carefully, looking at you. You nod, and he watches as you sit up straight and pull your necklace out of your shirt. “I do. I have it here at all times. Im afraid ill misplace it in my flat,” you joke. “Can I?” he points to your necklace wanting to take a closer look, you nod, and his finger reaches up and observes the small carved letters inside and the jewels around the band.

You begin to overthink, and begin to ramble even stutter, “If you want to have it back, I completely understand-”. Mason shakes his head while his eyes close, “No no, it's okay love. I know and trust it's in good hands. Plus it would just be a reminder to me that you aren't mine anymore…”

His. Mine. You aren’t his anymore. And that’s the sad reality of it.

“Do you ever think about us? You know what we used to have?” you ask, leaning your head on the propped arm on the counter. He licks his lips and nods admittedly, “All the time. And let me tell you it hurts like hell.”

You remain quiet because part of you knows how you haven't done anything to prove you feel the same way he does. His fists gently bangs the table a couple of time, before resting the palm over the smooth surface. “How come you never responded to any of my calls or texts?” she says upset, almost even slightly angry as his voice raises a bit. Mason brings a hand to his hair running his fingers through it.

“Mason we needed time apart. I needed time apart not just from you but from everyone and everything around me. I didn't respond to you because it hurt Mason, it hurt me so much because you broke things off between us. A call or text wasn't going to fix things and especially how I felt?” you said trying to defend yourself, your voice coming off shaky.

You felt more sober as you tried to fight back the lump and tears that wanted to form. “You gave up on us so quick Mase…” you croak feeling a tear run down your cheek. “One second we were together on your couch or our picnics and then suddenly I'm packing up my stuff from your house…”

“Do you not know how hard that is to process? To lose the one person who promised me who would never leave?” you say with a sad smile. “The person who was always there to hug me after a tough day? Bring me a coffee to bed in the morning when I stayed over? The person who valued me for who I was? Never judged or went behind my back?”

Mason frowned, realizing how just terribly he hurt you. “You left me when I most needed you! How do you think I felt to see a couple of weeks later that you moved on?” you cry out, trying to get unanswered questions answered so you could maybe finally move on.

“I haven’t moved on! I can’t even try because they would never love me as you did, and it's hard to love someone who isn't you Y/n! Who doesn't treat me the same way as you…” he cries out. “Fuck Y/n! I regret it every single day. I live with the constant guilt every day. Although you’re gone, your image is still trapped inside my head!”

“I can’t even sleep because every breath I took was yours next to mine. I get it, I know I fucked up-”

“Our story ended, our fairytale had an end to it. All of our promises and memories ended in nothing. Do you want me to sit here and tell you about how I miss you so deeply? That anytime I hear your name brought up I panic? That when they put our song I immediately think and remember of you? There! Easier said than done!” you gulp, his now tear-stained face staring at you.

He suddenly becomes aware of your movements, you wiping your tears away, how you pay the bartender, pick your hand wallet up, and put on your coat. His anxiety raises as he thinks he's about to lose you again for good. “Y/n! You can’t just leave,” he yells out loud knowing it won't change your mind.

“Watch me.”

And he does, watching you as you pass through dancing bodies to the doors in front, your figure slowly disappearing as you took a right turn. He sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair tugging the ends, his chest feeling heavier than before, he looks over to his left once more to see if he was just dreaming things but all he sees is an empty seat and the bartender staring at him as he wipes off the cups left behind.

Mason hoped things went a different direction when he had approached you. He knew it wouldn’t be easy but he had to at least try. But all he feels now is stupidity, thinking that he actually listened to a drunk Ben and did what he did. He didn’t want to seem rude, especially to the newest teammates that had arrived, so he swallows down the pain and goes to say goodbye.

“I'm headed out. I’ll see you guys next week?” he says bro hugging everyone, but Kai pulls him aside when he notices his friend's mood and body language. “I understand it’s none of my business, but what happened? You don’t look okay…” the german said. Mason shook his head trying to get rid of your memory.

“It was going great! It felt so real to be back with her. But things took a turn and then we slightly argued and she left. Kai, I feel like an idiot! This would’ve never happened if I didn’t did what I did… She probably doesn’t even trust me, or even worse in my eyes, has a bit of love for me inside…”

“Listen, I'm not so good at this but give it more time. It’s going to hurt more than already but it’s worth it if in the end it means you’ll be with her again. That’s if the two of you are willing to try… Giver her the needed space for right now and then go to her again. Prove to her that you’re still in love with her,” Kai says seriously, his hand resting on Mason’s shoulder.

“She says I gave up on her, on us, so quick…” whispers Mason. Kai shakes his head understandably, “I get that. Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. What matters right now is trying to earn her back.”

“You sure give better advice than Chilly,” Mason teases, and laughs when Kai rolls his eyes. “Cmon, I'll drop you off since you have alcohol in your system. I could smell it a mile away,” now it’s Kai’s turn to tease laughing when Mason laughs loudly.

~~~~~

“Yes if there are 10 let it and make it be 100 more… Derek words not mine… He asked for them… No but… Well you might… Of course! I’ll be sure to be in contact with you… Okay talk soon, take care bye,” you groaned at the last call knowing it was the reason for the now present headache.

The last two weeks are taking a toll on you since you haven't taken a single day off. Part of the reasoning is with money and the second as a reminder that if you’re left alone your thoughts go running back to him… “Y/n! Derek needs you to do more calls! Come to the front office when you’re done!” yells a front receptionist making you roll your eyes. You click on a button on the phone and speak loudly, “On my way down.”

And that’s how the rest of the evening was. Taking calls, making dates for meetings, working on three different presentations, and making sure other staff were aware of the upcoming work. Your stomach grumbled as a reminder you had not ate but you ignored it until you clocked off of work.

On your way back home you went grocery shopping, even picking out a bouquet of flowers, and picking up takeout as you weren’t in the mood to cook. After arriving home you placed the items in their correct spots and drank water. You ate Chinese food, sitting on the couch watching TV. Your doorbell rang so you stood up and opened the door, only to be met with Mason who had his arm propped against the doorway.

“We weren’t done talking just yet Y/n…”

small cliffhanger… oops? 🙈

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