𝘾𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 | 𝗺.𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉 ➯ 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚

❝i'm here, right here, wishing
     i could be there for ya❞
➯ satellite, harry styles
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TRIGGER WARNING:
toxic relationships, implications/behavior of emotional abuse. will start at an asterisk. take care of yourselves <3

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MALLORY and Archer entered the once familiar apartment, her gift in hand the other wrapped around Archers bicep. The couple appeared to be already in a sour mood, the boy glaring at anyone who looked at them wrong. The loud music of the flat filled the air, making the girl thankful that she didn't have to talk with anyone.

"I'm gonna put the presents for the boys on the table!"Mallory called to Archer, the boy waving her off as he went to join others in a game of pool. The girl staggered off by herself, trying to find somewhere or someone to give the gifts to.

"Mallory?"

The brunette paused slightly, biting her lip as she heard the voice she wanted to avoid. Turning around, she met the dark brown eyes that constantly captivated her. "Mason, hey. Happy birthday!"

Mason's eyebrows furrowed, looking at the wrapped present that she held out to him. His heart beat quickened as he took the present from her hands, smiling at the girl. "Thank you."

"Yeah..."

"I didn't think you would come," He shouted over the music, moving to tuck the present beneath his arm. "Chris said something about Archer not 'aving it, like, you bein' here with us."

"Well, he's around here somewhere," She responded. "I'm not sure, but he's happy that he's here too."

"Mm," Mason hummed, nodding his head at the girl. "Can I open my present?"

"Now?"

"Yeah!" Mason shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the loud noise. Leading the girl to his room, he couldn't help but notice how she seemed to look around the room, assuming that she was searching if Archer could see them. When they reached his room, the two entered the private area, Mason going over to the bench at the edge of his bed.

"If you don't like any part of it, I'll take it back," Mallory rushed out as the boy started ripping the wrapping paper off of the boxes. Mason opened the first one, eyes widening at the silver chain inside. Within the next box, the boy found a framed collage of some pictures of the boy playing at Stamford Bridge.

"Mal, I... I don't know what to say."

Mallory shook her head, smiling at him, "Don't worry about it. You're, like, literally the most perfect person so it's the least I can do."

Mason sighed, standing up to pull the girl in for a hug. Mallory couldn't help but feel a lump form in the back of her throat, biting her tongue as she hugged him back. The expensive cologne that the girl had grown to adore filled her senses, driving her crazy. Mallory had to pull away in order to keep herself from pulling him in and kissing him once again.

But Mason wouldn't let go.

"Tell me why you're with him," The boy whispered, looking down at the girl who wouldn't meet his gaze. His fingertips were delicate against her back, holding her close. "Tell me what he has that I don't."