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“My Number 19”
Mason Mount x Reader
Warnings - High emotions? Fluff
Prompts-Comforting Mason after the Euros and the song “Marry your Daughter”
1.5k words.
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A holiday in the sun was exactly what the team needed after their devastating loss in the Euro’s final against Italy. I knew that it hit everyone hard, especially Mason. I remember watching him console his friends on the pitch with tears in my own eyes, as I stood beside his parents, but it wasn’t a time for me to cry. He needed me.
I simply opened my arms to him when he found me in the stands. He wasted no time embracing me, his weight throwing me backwards slightly. I catch myself and wrap my arms around him tightly, tracing small patterns down his back to try and relax him. The tears I caught him holding in on the pitch were now flying freely down his face, as he buries himself into the crook of my neck.
A hand of mine shoots up to his hair as I play with, knowing that it is these small intimate touches that calms him in heated moments like this one.
“You still made history babe; I am so very proud of you” I whisper into his ear as he breathing slow goes back to normal.
He looks up at me and my heart broke from him. I gently wipe away any tears still trapped on his face as he works his way to his parents who go through similar motions to me.
A few days later, we found ourselves in Mykonos. Over the last couple of days Mason has managed to put the loss behind him and thanked the fans for their support as well as addressing that there is no place for racism after virtual attacks appeared online towards some of his teammates. By the time we land his famous smile was back on his face.
A few others join us on the spontaneous get away including Dec who is dating my best friend , Chilly, Jack and Shaw with their partners.
I finish putting my hair up so that it doesn’t receive extensive damage from the pool when Mase enters the room.
“Dec and some of the lads have hired a yacht for the day, do you wanna join?
He hugs me from behind, humming to himself as I push down any fly away hair strands. I look at him through the mirror with a twinkle in my eye.
“Of course! Do you really need to ask Mase?”
I grab my beach bag and head out the room with my boyfriend.
The day was spent swimming in the sea, sunbathing and the boys playing basketball – all their practice at SGP paying off.
I ensure that Mason is covered in sunscreen after seeing Dec’s burnt arms and my best friend battle with him to put it on. Mase just lays on the deck as I massage the cream into his back, groaning slowly when I undo any knots in his muscles. This lasts all of five minutes before he is on his feet again answering Dec’s calls to hoop.
I sit to the side with the girls and watch as they pair up to score. The ball swings and hits nothing but net. A clean shot. I cheer out to him and watch as he happily jumps about and gives Dec a quick high five. He looks over to me and for a moment it is like time had stopped.
I take in his lean but muscular posture, his sun kissed skin, while taking in how his jersey fits over his shoulders before looking up to his face again.
Butterflies float around in my stomach as I stare into his deep brown eyes. They were like the window to his soul, showing just how kind and gentle he could be, while protecting those he loves fiercely and from his eyes came a sense of home, of belonging.
The honeymoon period of our relationship never ended and nor would it ever. His love consumed me, forever burning through me. It takes me a moment to realise what the man I am looking at is doing as he drops to one knee.
Time starting moving again but I feel like I am living in slow motion. I was aware of the sudden gasps and quickly following silence that happened around me, but I couldn’t focus on anyone but him. My faces scrunches up as a poor attempt to stop my tears as it finally clicks in me. He was proposing to me.
I thanked my luck that he waited till I was seated a one hand grips tightly onto the side of the sunbed while the other fly’s to my mouth to stop the loud gasps and cries from spilling out.
I watch as he delivers this beautiful speech, making me cry harder before asking the all important question. It takes me a minute to regain my voice from the shock.
“Oh Mason, look at state of me now. You know I’m an ugly crier!” I protest as he laughs nervously.
“I think you are beautiful” he whispers, using one hand to wipe my tears away and the other to keep a hold of the ring box.
He does his best to clear my face, but I know that he couldn’t do much; turns out my mascara wasn’t as waterproof as it said. That makes me giggle slightly as I open my mouth again. My voice was hoarse but at this point I didn’t care.
“Of course, I will marry you!”
At that, he wastes no time slipping the most gorgeous ring onto my finger, before picking me up and twirling me around as those around us erupt into cheers after that tense silence. Champagne is sprayed all around the deck as music begins to play.
Mason puts me back on my feet, but keeps a tight hold on my waist, unsure if I have recovered from the shock yet.
I lean my forehead against his and soak in memory.
“My Number 19” I whisper just before his lips capture my own, as if to seal the deal.
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Mason’s POV-
I have never felt so much relief as I did when Y/N agreed to my proposal. When she started crying, I panicked like never before, but I couldn’t do anything but wait. Then came the answer I have been waiting for the last 6 months. I wanted to sag in relief, but I had to keep my composure.
I remember that one moment 6 months ago, I had the ring, but I needed one more thing.
My legs felt as if they couldn’t hold me up as I stood before my girlfriends childhood home. I placed a firm knock on the door and wait until her father answers my call. I give him my best smile (while internally cringing at my actions) and settle instead on a firm handshake.
I force myself to calm down before stepping into the household. I can do this, it’s not like I am the only guy who has asked their girlfriend’s father for his permission to marry his daughter. Its old fashioned sure but not that rare.
I take a seat opposite him and get straight to the point.
“I want to marry your daughter” I blurt out, before adding a quick “sir” on the end.
His eyebrows shoot so far up his face I was actually scared that they would disappear. Not the reaction I would have wanted but there is still hope. I have to hope.
I listen to him intently as he raises his concerns, including our young ages and my career but I didn’t let them dishearten me. I knew that Y/N was the girl I was going to marry when I first met her three years ago. Even at 19 my heart knew that she was the one. I wasn’t going to give up.
“Sir, I hope you don’t mind forwardness but in this box is ring for your oldest, she is my everything and I would really like your blessing. I know that you have your concerns, but you honestly do not have to worry, I will treat her with the upmost respect.” I take a breath before deciding to take the final plunge.
“I’m gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife; I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life.”
I feel like an eternity passes before her old man looks at me again. I watch as his face breaks into a smile and I have to close my eyes to hide the tears that threaten to spill. He approved.
He stands up and gives me another firm shake of the hand.
“You’ve got backbone kid. I respect that. Go look after my little girl”
I didn’t plan on proposing on the yacht, I had a whole beach proposal planned for that evening instead but when I caught her staring over at me, I was mesmerized. Her smile was so bright, and her eyes shone with constant admiration and love. Stuck in that single moment I knew I had to do it.
I wanted to share this memory with her and the friends we call family; it didn’t matter if it was now or in a fancy setting. I just wanted her to say yes…and she did.
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“Hide Away”
Mason Mount x Female Reader
Warnings - mentions of anxiety, Fluff?
1.6K Words
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When people found out about my relationship with Mason, the sudden focus on me was a big shock to my system. I consider myself quite a private and shy person so when the news hit and there was a certain shift in my life, it took me awhile to work around the unwanted attention. I learnt how to navigate social media to avoid those who demand an insight into my life and did my best to not focus on any negative or hateful comments. Mason respected my decision to lay low, feeling slightly protective over me and cleverly deflects any questions about me that are aimed at him during sports press.
While these lengths help me continue with a semi normal life with the man I love, as with anything else there are drawbacks. The main one that haunts me is that I have found that I can rarely support him in person which means spending large amounts of time apart. While Mason found ways to manage this, by text messages to me or facetiming me after a match, the guilt of not being there like other girlfriends eats me up inside. What was it about me what meant I couldn’t behave like a normal girlfriend?
It was that thought that plagued my mind for weeks as the London Football Awards loomed. I wanted to be there for him on this big night, but could I handle the limelight? I weigh up the pro and con’s whenever I had any free time, but I fail to come up with a conclusion.
On the night of the event, I watch as Mase struggles with his tie in his bedroom mirror. I crawl off the bed and walk over to help him before he strangles himself.
He wraps his hands around waist and pulls me closer as I undo the mess that is his tie.
“I watched a bunch YouTube videos on this stuff! I don’t know where I am going wrong” he mumbles into my neck, peppering me in kisses.
I giggle as I pull from him, inspecting my work. I smooth everything out and smile.
Mason thanks me and we stand in silence for a moment. It was in that moment, seeing him suited and booted that I made the ultimate decision.
“I am gonna come with you!” I exclaim.
I watch as Mason’s face changes from shock to pure excitement like a boy on Christmas morning.
“What seriously? Babe you don’t have to, I mean I would love for you too, but I don’t want you to feel pressurized into going” he rambles on with himself.
Butterflies swarm my stomach as I blush at his concern. It happens each time, it is like the honeymoon phase never ended.
“No, this is your big night, I want to be there for you” I take a deep breath and push down any anxiety.
I can do this.
I have an hour before setting off and I have to admit it has to be the fastest time that I have ever gotten ready in.
I step into the living room where Mason is waiting. He looks up from his phone and his jaw drops.
The heat rushes to my cheeks again.
“You look beautiful” he says to me as I fasten my heels. I shake my head in disagreement, but he wasn’t having it; he walks over and plants a kiss on my temple.
“I’ll be right there with you the whole time” he whispers.
Mason sticks to his word the whole night, only leaving me when he went to collect his award on stage. We met up with a few other players including Tammy Abraham, Declan Rice and Harry Kane. Mason kept an eye on me throughout the event, giving me small comforting touches when he senses my anxiety spiking.
After the ceremony, when people start to gather around the bar and chat to one another I couldn’t help but feel out of place. Mase stays near but I let him breath. I force a smile on my face, not wanting to ruin his night as he laughs with his friends celebrating his achievements.
He looks over at me and I give him a small wave. I walk back over to him and speak lowly, “I think I am going to leave babe, you stay and enjoy yourself.” I go to kiss his cheek when he pulls me straight into his side and leans down to meet my level, so he doesn’t tower over me. He raises is voice so I can hear his words over the music.
“Nah darlin’ I will head out with you. Not having you face outside on your own”
I try to protest but he his mind was made up. He says his goodbyes, wraps me in his blazer and takes my hand.
I couldn’t help but wince as we are suddenly surrounded by crowds of cameras, I do my best to cover my eyes as the flashes attack me.
“Mason, Mason how are you tonight?!”
“Mason what do you have to say about the latest Chelsea news?!”
“Mr Mount, is this your girlfriend? How come are you never out with her?”
“Mount, Mount, have you heard from your ex recently?!”
“How is the England team preparing for the Euros?!”
“How is your friendship with Rice, going; is he here tonight?”
“Have your family met Miss Y/N yet, do you think you two will last?”
Mason’s grip tightens on my hand as I keep my head down, fighting our way through the sea of people. I feel my chest tighten and my breaths become shallow as my legs slowly turn to jelly. Am I having a panic attack?
We eventually make it to Mason’s Car; still able to hear the press around the corner, now harassing whoever was next to leave the venue.
“Are you okay to drive?” I croak out, struggling to find my voice.
Mase gives me a boy scout salute, “Sober as a stone”
I climb into the car at lighting speed, needing to find some familiar comfort.
Mase puts is hand on my knee, running patterns around it.
I focus on my breathing and attempt to calm myself, Mase doesn’t rush me to talk and eventually I even myself out.
“I am so sorry babe” I murmur, trying to keep my tears at bay.
“You have nothing to be sorry for! It Is me that is sorry, they are never normally like that. They just want a story for the paper”
The fact that my boyfriend felt like he needed to apologise for this ending of his night was the last straw. The thin barrier that was holding back my waterworks broke.
I cover myself ashamed of my actions but Mason tugs at me and pulls me into a bear hug, rocking gently side to side.
“I am so proud of you baby, you did so good” he mumbles into my hair as he continues to cradle me.
Eventually we pull away and I wipe away my tears. Some people may think that my actions were extreme, but I thank my lucky stars that I have such a sweet and understanding boyfriend.
Mason keeps one hand on the wheel and one hand on my lap, as we pass the paparazzi once more, they do there best to get a picture from inside the vehicle. I close my eyes as Mase speeds away.
The drive back to Mason’s apartment was quiet and I let out a sigh of relief. I remove my heels and flop down on the sofa.
I let out a small yawn, the events of the evening finally catching up with my body.
“Can I stay for the night?”
“Of course, you can sweetheart, you don’t even need to ask”
Mason leads me to the bedroom and helps me out of my outfit, giving a small massage to rid my body of the pent up tension.
I take off my make up off and slide back into one of Mason’s old football tops, letting the material drown me, as I inhale his scent. I climb into bed beside Mase as he wraps his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest and slowly start to relax to the sound of his heartbeat.
“I love you, Y/N. I Promise everything will be okay”
That was the last thing I heard before sleep overtakes me.
The next morning, I am woken by my phone violently going off and Mason’s side of the bed cold. He is most likely doing his morning exercise routine. I grab my phone and scroll through a batch of messages from friends and family telling me to check my Instagram immediately. When I opened the app, I see straight away what everyone was on about.
Mason Mount has posted a photo.
The photo Is one of me and him exiting the venue from last night I scroll down to read the caption and I feel the butterflies return to me.
“I didn’t want to make a statement about this as I believe it is a private matter, but after last night I feel like I should make people aware. I am in a happy and healthy relationship; I do not appreciate the waves of abuse my partner and I are getting simply for wanting privacy. I simply ask for a little more of respect if you see us out together. This isn’t a place for hate” – MM19.
I drop my phone like it’s a hot potato and scramble from the bedroom. I race down to the living room area and launch into a hug with him.
He catches me with ease, a small giggle parting from him.
“What was that for?”
“I saw your Instagram post” I reply, still clinging to him.
“Aww baby, its okay. I hope things ease up so that you don’t feel like to need to hide away anymore”
Here is part 2 of My Number 19! Should I do a part 3 of their wedding? Let me know ☺️
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“My Number 19” - Part 2
Mason Mount x Female Reader
Warnings- Mentions of anxiety and PDA. Fluff
1.5K words
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It has been three days since Mason proposed to me and I am still in disbelief. Three days of this ring on my finger, three days of constantly seeing this physical symbol of our love. I couldn’t stop glancing down at it. I watched as it would glisten in the sunlight and watch as it still shined brightly in the moonlight. With Mason’s return to the club for preseason looming, the both of us decided on a last minute trip to Ibiza, with his family expecting to meet us out there. Mason insisted on keeping our big news a secret until they arrived.
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Mason wasn’t a morning person at all so finding his side of the bed empty and seeing him up and about before sunrise on the day of our connecting flight surprised me.
I rub my eyes, clearing my vision to see him pacing across the room by the foot of the bed.
“Babe? Are you okay?” I ask him, muffling a yawn with my body still battling off any remaining thoughts of sleep.
His head shoots up and I see that he is clutching his phone.
“Mum says she and the others are boarding their flight soon. I am so nervous to tell her about us!”
I see that he slowly beginning to spiral so I pat the bed and beckon him over. He sits on the edge of the bed, his back facing me as I get up to massage his shoulders. He begins to lean into my touch and relax slightly.
“We are going to be just fine Mase. If my dad approved, then your mum definitely will”
Many hours later, after a flight, another hotel check in and some time to change Mason and I are reunited with his family. Both his mother and father had flown out including his older brother Lewis, their sister Jaz, her husband, and their little baby girl Summer (Mason’s niece). I was welcomed with opened arms like every other time I see them.
My finger felt bare without my ring, but I hadn’t wore it so that I didn’t ruin the big surprise. Mason held onto it and promised that it will be back where it belonged very soon.
Keeping the news, a secret was harder than I expected especially when Jaz and Debbie would joke around about how much Mason is in love with me. I would see their smirks when they would tease him about how sweet he acts when he is around me and how perfect we are for one another. Meanwhile his brother and father would tease him for being ‘clingy’.
Yet If I was being honest clingy Mason was one of my favourite sides to see. With his love language being touch he always near. Some touches were subtle, like how he would simply hold my hand while walking or touching your leg, thigh or knee while sat down, drawing patterns in that area.
Other touches were big displays of PDA like kisses on camera after a winning game, hugs from behind whether or not we are around friends and family and when drunk his obsession with my arse would come into play. Sometimes he would just hold it instead of my hand, tease me by giving it a squeeze or even give it a cheeky smack as I walk by.
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If I wasn’t with Mason then I could be found babysitting his Niece, Summer so that Jaz could spend some alone time with her husband. Babysitting was easy as Summer is a naturally happy baby who loved exploring. It only took her a couple of hours before she crawled over to use me as a pillow for her nap of the day.
Taking her out of the sun so she doesn’t burn or end up too warm I put her under our beach umbrella and lie with her on a chair. She snoozes peacefully as I loose myself in my most recent book. I look up a couple of chapters later to see Summer still sleeping onto of me and Mason in his chair beside my own.
I smile softly at him, still shielding myself from the sun as I ask if he okay.
He just nods, content in his surroundings as he presses a kiss onto the top of my hand.
“You are good with her you know.” He speaks lowly, his voice slightly gruff, as if he has just woken up from a nap himself.
My eyes subconsciously fall on Summer at his comment, as I brush her tiny baby hairs away from her eyes.
“Can you imagine us with a family of our own one day?” I watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed with nerves.
“One day. You would be an amazing dad babe” I lean over to plant a kiss on his lips as he smirks.
“I said one day Mount, don’t you be getting any ideas now”
He laughs at my response just before I hear a whisper fall from his lips.
“One day … the Mister and Misses with mini Mounts”
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Later that evening, my nerves started to get the better of me as I waited to head downstairs for the family meal. I constantly smoothed down my red silk dress, found myself playing with hair over and over while pacing the length of the hotel room multiple times.
Mason came up to me from behind and held me tightly. He often does this to help calm me when my anxiety plays up. He peppers me with gentle light kisses as he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
“We’ve got this darlin’, they are gonna be so happy for us. I can’t wait for you to take my last name”
He pulls out my ring and it slides perfectly back onto my finger.
The action takes me back to the day of his proposal and the same words fall from my mouth all over again.
“I Love you, My Number 19”
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I hold Mason hand tightly and do my best to hide the ring as everyone takes their seats. Chat flows easily and food is soon ordered. After the main course we collectively agree that the family have been left in the dark for long enough.
He faces his mother which captures the attention of everyone else at the table.
“Ma, dad, everyone, I have something I need to tell you”
Mason takes my hand and lifts me from my seat. He links my arm with his own so that the ring gleams and is in the eyesight of everyone at the table.
The first thing I hear is Jaz’s squeal as she is the first one to realise what is happening. She quickly covers her mouth as Mason starts speaking again.
“I would like to introduce you all to the future Mrs Mount!”
Tears welled in my eyes as I heard it being spoken out loud in front the most important people in Mason’s life. I watched as the family’s reaction goes from shock to excitement and happiness.
Jaz runs from her chair and tackles me into a hug. Debbie joins in as the boys congratulations Mason. There Is a mixture of small private cheers ranging from “This is amazing news”, “I am so happy for you” and “It’s about damn time”.
The evening continues with new discussions of wedding plans and if we have anything planned yet. His sister and mother couldn’t help but bombard me with all different types of dress, venue, and décor ideas. I didn’t mind much, I’d never felt happier than in this moment, planning one of the biggest day of my life with my future husband and in laws.
After telling our families about the proposal Mason I had both decided to enjoy the rest of the holiday and wait announce the news to the public. While the majority have been supportive of our relationship over the years, we do tend to keep our lives as private as possible, only really posting when we feel comfortable in doing so.
I woke up in Mason’s arms the next morning to find him frowning down at his phone, which seemed to be ringing out incessantly.
I lean up to see what was upsetting him only to have my own jaw drop.
“Mason Mount Married?”
“Did Mason Mount propose to long-time girlfriend y/n? See details here ”
“Mason Mount officially off the market forever?”
“Marriage for Mount, are children next?”
I scanned the headlines rapidly as more and more appeared on the screen.
The secret was out. So much for keeping it to ourselves.
After some investigating, we find that a few fans in the restaurant overheard the news and couldn’t help but take some photographs and share the news. I saw the blurry screenshots of me with Mason, with zoomed in images of my ring and us giving each other large amounts of PDA.
I let out a large sigh and bury myself into his chest. He kisses the top of my forehead.
“I know its not what you wanted but at least we don’t have to worry about telling everyone else. The important thing Is that our closest friends and family know”
I take a deep breath and take in his words, slowly realising that he is right. This is our special moment, and nothing will ruin it.
“I can’t wait to be your wife”
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“You Were Never Temporary”
Mason Mount x Reader
Warnings - ANGST (I’m sorry) but fluffy ending. Mentions of self doubt.
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1.4K words
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“Oh my god, you’re in love” my best friend, Eden gasps as I watch him in the distance.
I turn to her with my tear stained face and scoff slightly.
“Wouldn’t you be?”
I was 15 then, 15 when I watched him pack up his things and climb into his parents car, ready to start his new journey for Chelsea FC. Host parents had been set up and his contact was already signed.
“They are gonna know my name, they are gonna know who I am” he used to say to me. Even when no one else believed in him, he always believed in himself.
He was right, they learnt his name. Mason Mount: The force to be reckoned with.
He became a far cry from the boy who I had let go that night.
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“Y/N please, please come with me; we can figure this out together, I promise” he had begged me. Running every scenario through his head, trying to come up with a solution with a million and one impossible things.
We both had tears running down or faces, our emotions raging and our voices hoarse. I remembered feeling like my heart was slowly breaking and it was agonising, but I couldn’t be the one to hold him back from his lifelong goal. I wouldn’t be. I had closed my eyes and begun my last words to him.
“I have to let you go. Everything in this life is temporary, I guess I was merely one of those things. I am happy to have been but now I’m letting go Mason. I’m letting you go.”
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He promised he would find me again, but I knew I would only distract him. He was destined for great things in this world, and I had to let him be free. So that is exactly what I did.
Over the years I have watched him grow from the shadows. Watched every win and every loss. Celebrated every win and mourned every loss. Seen how each time he picked himself up and kept on going, willing himself to go further.
While Mason was making his name known worldwide, I went down the university route, graduating with a degree in Media at age 21. I remember when the news broke that Mason had found a girlfriend. While I no longer saw him, Declan gave me a heads up before the press got a hold of the news, “given your history” he had said.
Eden, who had followed me to university simply looked over from her bed in our dorm and said “Do you still love him, even now? After all of this time?”
I gave her same smile that I gave her at fifteen.
“Yes”
“How do you know?”
“Because seeing him smile is the only thing I ever want to see, even if it’s not because of me” I had answered.
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A year later I stood inside Stamford Bridge waiting to see if him and his team could bring home the Champions League Trophy. I knew his family would be there, but I hoped I wouldn’t bump into them.
If only I had such luck. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see them but rather I had no idea how I could face them, not after so long.
But his mother Debbie seemed to have other ideas, knowing that trying to avoid the women who has known me since I was a child was futile, I took a deep breath and took the seat she offered me. We talked about simple things but that changed as soon as her son began his decent onto the pitch. I stood to say goodbye, but she took my hand stopping me in the process. I was left speechless with what she said next.
“He misses you greatly, you know”
I couldn’t meet her eye.
“There is always that one person you’ve had feelings for since the moment you first met them. For my son that was you and I think for you, it is him. Whatever you may think or even believe, you don’t distract him, you empowerhim”
I attempt to still my shaking hands and the sudden chills coursing through my body.
“I erm- I…” I tried to from a sentence, but I felt as if my throat was closing up, crushing any attempt to get my words out.
“I best get back to my seat” I eventually forced out and spun on my heel, walking away without a chance for her to respond.
The entire match, I couldn’t help but replay the words in my head.
“He misses you greatly, you know”
“You empower him”
“Feelings from them since the first time you met”
She couldn’t be right, could she? Did he truly miss me?
I struggled to focus on the match in front of me, but I didn’t miss the goal that put Chelsea in the league or the way the team celebrated on the pitch the minute the final whistle blew.
I sat there in disbelief for a good moment or two as I take in the magical moment.
I watched as he held the trophy up proudly and embraced his family and friends.
He made it.
I wiped my tears and planned to slip out of the stadium quietly, but it seemed that the universe had over plans.
I heard him before I saw him.
“Y/N! Y/N! Wait up, please, tell me that it is you?!”
Hearing my name fall from his lips and the clear tone of desperation in his voice, threatened to shatter my heart all over again. Still my feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to move forward. My body involuntarily turned towards him, making us face to face after all of those years.
I watch as he almost falls to his knees, adrenaline was probably only thing keeping him up right.
“It is you, isn’t it? I’m not dreaming. It has to be, I would recognise those eyes anywhere”
My eyes, those in question had decided that it would be a great time to spring a leak once more, as tears of fear, pain and love fall down my already wet cheeks.
“Long time, no see, Mount” I whisper out, my voice cracking.
My childhood best friend doesn’t answer but simply surges forward and tackles me into a tight hug. I hear his gasps and figure that he has started to cry also.
When he pulls away, I find that he still gripping my hand tightly, afraid that if he let go, I would disappear. I wasn’t complaining.
He cups my face.
“I told you I would find you again” he whispers and, in that moment, the only thing I wanted to do was kiss him.
He looks me straight in the eye.
“Kiss me, please” he begs, as if reading my mind.
My fingers delicately trace his bottom lip. I couldn’t do this, not while I didn’t know the truth.
“Your girlfriend?” I questioned him softly. There had been rumours that there had been a breakup between the pair, but I needed to know. I wasn’t going to be branded a cheater or home wrecker.
“Split up, months ago. Promise”
His sentences where short and snappy, signalling impatience which made me want to giggle slightly, but even so he waited for me to lead.
After that I wasted no time, I bounced slightly on my toes to reach him as our lips finally met. The kiss was slow and gentle but still fuelled with passion like other. This kiss was years in the making and I wasn’t going to waste it.
When we finally come up for air, I hear him mumbling something against my forehead.
“You were never temporary”
I look at him, confusion written across my face.
“The day you left you said that you were simply a temporary thing in my life; But you wasn’t”
He cups my face in his hands again, staring into what felt like my soul.
“You were never temporary. Not to me, not ever.”
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