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Waiting For You (2) - Mason Mount

A couple of days pass and you've engrossed yourself in your school work to avoid overthinking about Mason. What you end up forgetting in that focused bubble of Uni stuff is the big FA Cup match for Chelsea, so you don't see the heartbreaking result. The day after the match your friends check in on you, but because you didn't see it you don't understand their concern. They end up calling you in response, "Y/N I think you should go see Mason" one of them says making your brows furrow, "shit, what went down at Wembley?" you reply while getting up from your couch to grab your keys and put on your slides, "it went to penalty kicks, he missed his attempt, Chelsea lost the Cup" your other friend adds and you feel your heart break for the midfielder. "I gotta go, i'll update you guys later" you murmur and hang up, leaving your flat quickly.

When you sit in your car, your phone vibrates so you unlock it to see a text from Mason, can you come over? you reply with a smiley face emoji and put the key in the ignition. The drive is quick and before you know it you're parking you car next to Mason's. You bite your lip as you walk up to his door, pressing the doorbell followed by a few knocks. When the door is pulled open you don't have time to ask how he's doing before he pulls you into a hug, his nose finding the spot between your neck and shoulder. His shaky breaths make you pull him even closer while your hand slides up to the back of his head, "fuck the haters Mase, you're an incredible footballer" you murmur. He lifts his head showing you his glassy eyes, your heart cracking even more at his expression so you take his hand and tug him back into the house, gently shutting the front door behind you.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I've ruined everything between us and you don't deserve that, I don't even know why you came here, I don't deserve this" he rambles while pacing back and forth in front of you, his hands rubbing at his much shorter hair. You step in his path and gently tug his arms down so that you can place his hands on either side of your face, "look at me Mase" he does what you ask, his brown eyes locking on yours, "you might've been a bit dense but you haven't ruined anything, you're still the sunshine in my life even when we're a little distant" he smiles slightly and his thumbs brush against your cheeks. "I'm gonna do better Y/N" you smile up at him before turning your head to kiss his palm, "you've always been so good to me, just want a solid future with you" he nods so you step into him, your arms going around his torso for a tight hug. He seems to relax as you rest your head on his chest, his fingers moving along your back as he presses a kiss to your head, letting his lips linger there for a couple of seconds making you smile.

When you pull away after a couple of minutes of silence you bite your lip, unsure if you should mention the FA Cup match. Mason brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear and gently frees your lip, "what's on your mind?" he asks, "I should've been at Wembley" you reply quietly, he furrows his brows in response. "No you were better off not being there" you shake your head at the defeated tone in his voice, "I was so caught up in our issues that I forgot about the most important match of the season, I feel horrible that I couldn't be there for you when it ended, the photos our friends sent nearly ended me" he cuts you off with a kiss, your fingers curling into the fabric of the midfielder's shirt on instinct. "You're here now, that's all that matters" he mumbles when pulling away, "you'll get em next time" you explain making him smile, "there's the smile that I love" his cheeks turn a light shade of red at your words so you lift a hand to brush a thumb along the slightly red skin. "Are we alright then?" he asks while looking down at you, "we're alright Mase" you reply so in one quick movement he has you over his shoulder, making you giggle, "Mase! I can walk!" you exclaim while grabbing at his shirt to stay balanced as his arms hold your calves down, "this is way more fun innit?" he replies while starting to walk further into the house, you shake your head while smiling at his way of thinking.

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Later the two of you have gotten cozy on his sofa, Mason laying between your legs with his head on your chest. You run your fingers along his shoulders while he keeps his arms around your waist. "I've missed this" he murmurs quietly making you look away from the telly to peer down at his pretty brown eyes, "me too Mase, my favourite memories are the quiet nights together" you respond, he shifts his arms so that they're on either side of you before lifting himself up to press a kiss to your lips. " I love you Y/N" he murmurs against your lips and pulls away to see your expression, which is one of surprise as your heart flutters in your chest. Watching his nervous expression as he starts to back away makes you jump into action and take hold of his arm, preventing him from moving away even further. You pull him in for another kiss, this one a little more heated than the previous one, your hand moving to his jaw as he scoops you into his lap in one quick movement while keeping your lips locked together. "I love you so much Mase" you breath out when he pulls away for a second, only to attach his lips to the spot on your neck that makes your body tingle. "I don't ever want to lose you Y/N, the weeks without you made me realize how much I want this to work" you smile at the footballer who has lifted his head to talk, "look at us Mase, we're growing up, taking things somewhat seriously, realizing the things we want in our lives" he chuckles and drops a kiss to your nose, "I wouldn't want to grow up with anyone else baby" you nod and he smiles, the tough times with him going to the back of your mind as the two of you sit on the sofa for the rest of the evening, just enjoying each other's company without any unwanted interruptions.