Later on in the day, Mason knocked on my apartment door.
"Who is it?" I asked, even though I knew it was him.
"Your favorite footballer!"
I laughed and then opened the door. "You don't look like Erling Haaland to me."
He walked through the door frame and closed the door, locking it. "Damn, you like Haaland more than me?"
I sighed, "As a friend, obviously I love you more. I never talked to Haaland."
"But as a footballer," he says. "Who would you prefer?"
"Haaland, look at the statistics!" I yelled out, walking over to my bedroom.
I could feel his footsteps coming through my pathway, his voice saying to me, "I'm a future Chelsea legend, Haaland is just... wait I can't lie, he's really good."
I turned my head facing him for one second. "Exactly!" I yelled, then turning my head back around.
I sat on my bed, and so did Mason.
"So, what do you wanna do?" Mason asked me.
I thought for a moment, why did I even ask him to hang out even though I have no idea what to do?
"We can make a playlist," I suggested. "Remember two days ago when you asked me to make a Taylor Swift playlist for you?"
"Oh my god, yeah!"
I opened up Spotify on my phone. I created a new playlist and named it, "Taylor solos everyone."
"Love the name," he complimented, laughing.
I laughed along as well. "Yeah, thanks. Anyways..."
He tapped on my arm. "Wait, can we listen to the songs before adding it to our playlist? I just wanna like take a quick listen."
"Yeah of course," I said. "The one I'm gonna play right now is called, 'Call It What You Want."
I started to play the song, we both stayed silent and listened to the lyrics. I could tell he enjoyed it, I saw the slightly wide smile on his face, his head bobbing to the rhythm.
Once the song ended, I asked what he thought about it. If he liked it, I would add it to my playlist.
"I loved it," he said in an amazed tone. "The lyrics were so—"
"Great?" I cut him off. "Yeah, I know. It's literally Taylor Swift."
"Play more songs please," he begged. "I'm actually enjoying this."
So then, I played around 20 more songs for the next hour. He loved all of them surprisingly, so I added them to the "Taylor solos everyone" playlist.
I played songs like Cornelia Street and Dress, my top favorite songs by Taylor.
"Do you think that's enough songs for now?" he asked me, knowing he sat down on my bed for the past hour just listening to Taylor Swift songs.
"Probably," I said. "Which one was your favorite?"
Mason thought for a few seconds, having a difficultly of just choosing one song. "Probably 'New Romantics', it's just so happy."
"I'll send the playlist to you later," I said, turning off my phone. "Also, I need to ask you something."
"What is it?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Is it true that you're going to transfer to Liverpool over the summer?" I asked. "I'm just curious since I've seen too many rumors about it."
"Possibly, it's all depends though," he answered.
I placed my hand on top of his hand. "But isn't Chelsea your home? In your blood?"
He shook his head. "I said that a while ago, the club has changed if I gotta be honest. It's been really difficult for the team and this season, ever since Tuchel got sacked."
"That's right, I forgot you guys had Tuchel at first."
"Yeah, he's the one who got us to the UCL final to beat Man City," he laughed.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't even bring that up."
He continued to laugh, "Nah, I'm fine. But anyways, yeah I might move to Liverpool or some other club."
"I'll miss you at Chelsea," I admitted.
He nodded his head. "I'll miss Chelsea too, but you can always come support me though."
"Maybe, depends though."
"Yeah..."
"Also," I added. "You made me like Chelsea, now it's one of my favorite teams to watch."
He smiled at me. "Glad to know, keep loving it."
After he said that, we just sat there in awkward silence for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, Mason just said something that completely blew my mind.
"Nora, when we listened to those Taylor Swift songs, some of them made me think of you..."
My jaw instantly dropped, my cheeks were also turning maroon. They were flushed, those words will forever make me blush intensely.
"Wow," I said. "I- I don't know what to say."
It's true, I didn't know what to say. Imagine if I brought up how he reminds me of London Boy, that would be so bold of me.
He continued saying,"I feel like today is the day I should tell you this..."
I sat there in confusion, my jaw still dropped. I didn't say a word, wordless! I looked at him directly in the eyes, those chocolate brown eyes, god they're beautiful.
"I really, really love you," he confessed, trying to make eye contact with me. "Not just in a friend way, like you know what I mean?"
How was that even a question, of course I knew what he meant! I liked him too, it just seemed to be happening too fast... but he seems like the right person for me.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said understandingly, comprehending everything. "And also I also like you too, like a lot."
He pulled himself closer and closer to me, almost seeming like we were about to clasp our lips.
"I've loved you since the day we've met," Mason confessed even more. "My eyes were always on you, Nora. I knew that you were the one for me."
I tried not to smile intensely, but I just couldn't help it.
"I've always loved you too," I fully admitted. "Ever since that dinner in Germany, I've always thought of you."
"I did too," he whispered, then looked down at the bed sheets.
"But, don't you think this is happening too fast?" I asked in realization. "It hasn't even been a full month of us knowing each other."
He lifted up his head and made intense eye contact with me. "Fuck it, just kiss me," he blurted out hastily, rolling his eyes showing he didn't give a shit about what I asked. He didn't care, he loved me and I loved him.
So then, I did it. I pulled him closer to me and our lips just attached. It felt like heaven, I thought of nothing else while kissing him. It was like an escape from reality, no worries at all. This was my safe place, Mason was my safe place. I knew I was comfortable with him. At some point we finally pulled away, our faces lit up and our lips pulled back, revealing our teeth. The happiness we felt was clear on our faces.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that," Mason apologized, sounding quite embarrassed as he scratched his back.
"Don't be," I said, smiling. "It's kinda hot."
He playfully pushed over my shoulder, laughing.
"Wait, shouldn't you be recovering from the injury?" I asked in realization.
"Why should I recover when I could be with you?" he pointed out. "I'd rather spend time with you."
I blushed a little bit again. "Oh, um."
"I don't care what anyone else thinks, my decision," he said. "And I chose you."
"This is why I love you," I chuckled. "Fuck, that sounded weird."
We continuously laughed and talked for a little while, until he had to go back to his house. I was glad we both thought the same way of each other, it would've been awkward to be friendzoned. I didn't want to lose our friendship either, I'm hoping us becoming more than friends doesn't change much.