#mason mount fanfic
Do I do a part 2 of my Mason Mount Proposal imagine? (My Number 19)
“After proposing Mason’s family meet them in Ibiza and Y/N chats to them about wedding plans and finally gets to meet Mason’s niece. Mason talks about starting is own family?”
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“She’s My Girl”
Mason Mount x Reader
Warning - None? Fluff
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I remember Mason saying something about an online interview with Declan today, but I would be lying if I said I remembered what time it was at. So, you can imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I walked into my boyfriends game room to find him doing an interview with his best friend and Rio Ferdinand!
I do my best to leave the room quietly, but subtlety wasn’t exactly a skill I owned. Mase turns his head and smiles at me.
“Babe? Are you okay?”
I do my best to stay out of view of the camera and I mumble out an answer.
“I forgot you had your press junket, I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I could hear Declan’s voice coming from the computer.
“Hey yo! Is that the Misses Mase?! Y/N!”
I walk over to the desk and give Dec a small wave trying to suppress nervous laughter as both him and Ferdinand peer at me. Mason senses my nerves and pulls me sideways into his lap. I curl into him and wrap myself into his hoodie as if to protect myself from this unfamiliar situation.
“it’s a good job I put pants on isn’t it” I whisper up to Mase as he chuckles at me.
The interview continues and overtime I start to feel more and more comfortable. I watch as they talk all these football and as Dec beats Mason on yet another FIFA game. Every now and then I get a question directed at me which I do my best to answer.
“So, Y/N what is it like living with Mase during Lockdown?”
I hear Mase laugh from behind me, his little giggle catching the back of my neck, tickling me slightly.
“Well, I have finally taught him how to do his own washing, so he doesn’t need to constantly ask for help and it gives his poor Mum a break”
Declan immediately bursts out laughing again as heat rushes to Mason’s cheeks. Feeling bad for exposing him to the internet I lean up to give a peck on his cheek.
I go on to talk about what we are doing to fill up the spare time we now have, and Mason mentioned the training schedules he gets from Chelsea while hoping to be back out on the pitch soon.
“Mason works so hard, and I don’t think that many people realise that and see how much he sacrifices so while we can I like to make sure that he has a couple of days off. Sometimes is movie nights and sometimes he is just enjoys gaming with he lads”
Mason gives me a quick squeeze of appreciation as Declan’s voice appears again, piggy backing on top of my answer with a story that makes everyone laugh.
“What is isn’t telling you is that when he is gaming, she uses it to get her cuddles in!” Mason jumps in to give Rio more context who looks confused at the quick switch up of conversation.
“Yeah, it will be 2am and she will come find me still half asleep because I’m not in bed yet. She simply walks up to me, sits in my lap, curls herself around me and falls back asleep, so whenever one of the boys screams down the mic I have to be like “bro shhh” and everyone just knows that Y/N is there”
I groan into my hands as Rio laughs along with the others. I suppose this is my payback for exposing Mason before…
“You’re so whipped bro!” Dec smiles, ignoring the fact that he is the exact same when he is with his lover.
Mason just looks down at me, his face glowing with happiness.
“She’s my girl, what can I say”
Another one for the Mason Mount/ Football fans ☺️
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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”
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“Little Human”
Mason Mount x Female Reader
Warnings - Pregnancy? Fluff
Word Count - 1.6K
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I remember when I first found out about the pregnancy, it felt like I stopped breathing for a moment as I stared down at the row of tests. Positive, positive and… positive.
I always imagined starting a family with Mason , after all we have been together since we were 18.
I just did not think that it would be while we were this young. What if he won’t want to be with me? Will I be holding him back from his dreams? Could I manage on my own? A million and one questions swarmed in my head, forcing me to grab the sink in order to steady myself.
I was a mess all day, waiting till he got home from training. He could sense something was up the minute he walked through the door.
He finds his way to me immediately.
“Y/N? what’s wrong love?”
He finds his place on the sofa with me and it is like the words spill out before I can stop them.
“Mase… hypothetically If we were to have a baby, erm, how would you react?”
I watch as confusion clouds his face and I silently tell myself not to throw up.
“Well, you already know that I want kids one day and I would love for you to be that person. I mean just Imagine a mini Mount running around”
A smile grows on this face at that, and I am hit with a small wave of relief; until he looks back at me and says, “but why ask?”
I pray that I don’t look how I feel as I reveal the truth.
“I’m pregnant Mase”
As expected, his face goes from confusion to shock and there is nothing I can do but wait to see how he will take the news.
“I’m, I’m going to be a dad?”
All I can do is nod, not trusting my own voice. The tears that I had been holding in finally spill down my face as he swipes me from my position and swings me around the room in a tight hug, squealing.
“Babe, this Is amazing! He exclaims, whispering how he is getting the chance to be a father.
I can’t help but giggle as I sit back down.
“So, you aren’t mad? I mean we are still only in our early 20’s and you have your career to think ab-“
Mason cuts me words off by suddenly kneeling in front of me and taking my face into his hands.
“Babe I could never be mad at you. So, what if we are still young, we will figure It out; I want this with you”
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During the pregnancy Mason was an angel, helping me anyway he could and going above and beyond to try and make the process easier on me.
His parents were the first people we told but after that we waited awhile before breaking the news to anyone else, just enjoying being in our magical bubble.
When my bump began to grow, we had realised that we couldn’t hide it any longer.
I remember the morning that final decision was made. I was attempting to put an outfit together but with no success.
“Babeeee” I groaned in front of the bedroom mirror.
“ We have to start telling people”
We started with Declan first as he was Mason’s best friend and then moved on to everyone else, including my family. Foden gave us as many tips as he could, being a young parent himself which I was super grateful for.
With Mason’s strict schedule whenever he had free time you could find him by my side. He would constantly hold me close when we were out and cradle the bump when he could. I will never forget the first time he felt our bundle of joy kick. He wasn’t expecting it so when it happened his hand shot as far away from me as possible.
I couldn’t help but laugh at this reaction.
“What was that?!” he panics, as I try to get my words out.
“Babe, its fine. Here, come on give me your hand”
He seemed hesitant but brings his right hand back to my stomach. I watch as his smile grows like the first time, I broke the news to him. Our baby continues to kick, and I watch as Mason marvels at the motions.
He looks up at me, his eyes shining; “there is a real living being in there. A real living thing!”
My heart felt as if it could burst with the scene in front of me.
One night when we found ourselves in front of the tv I found myself struggling. Mason as per cradled my bump as I did my best to get myself into a comfortable position on the sofa, unfortunately our stubborn little human wasn’t having it.
“Ooh the little one is active today” Mason laughs, flashing me his famous cheeky smile.
I groan feeling slightly overwhelmed as I lean into this chest. “Whenever you stop talking, they start kicking”
I feel the vibrations from the small laugh he lets loose, before he lowers his voice to whisper, “Come on little one, lets try and help mummy, shall we?”
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When it came to the birth, I cannot say I was expecting the events to unfold the way that they did. The Euros were among us, and I was determined to see Mason on the field with our England team. I travelled with him and stayed with him for as long as I could, I was surprisingly calm considering I found myself in the unfamiliar situation. His teammates were as welcoming as ever, and I soon settled in.
“Y/N! How are you managing?” Jack asks, coming up to guide me out of any crowds.
“I’m 38 weeks and 3 days Grealish, how do you think I am doing?” I answer with a small laugh.
He flashes me a smile as others players come to say hello. “Well, I am glad you could join us”
Mason reappears by my side, pressing a kiss onto my forehead gently.
“Sorry Love, got caught up in pregame chatter; come on let me to you to your seat”
As we walk down to my seating area, Dec comes up from behind.
“Sitting in the managers chair aye?”
I laugh at comment and give a witty one in response.
“Call it Pregnancy Privilege shall we Dec” I throw in a wink, hiding a wince as I feel a sharp tug in my stomach. I hold my bump, brushing it off as I take my seat. That was my first mistake.
By half time I knew that it wasn’t Brackston Hicks anymore. My water had broken in the middle of a Euro match. I have to applaud the medical team on standby for their quick thinking. Mason was by side in an instant.
“But your… match” I croak out, doing my best to work through the pain. He takes my hand and presses a kiss onto my forehead as I am put onto a stretcher.
“You fool, Henderson is taking over for me. Come on, lets go meet our little human.”
I was half sure that the whole hospital could here the screams falling from my mouth. No amount of pain relief could help me now, no matter what the midwife said.
I lean against my baby daddy as he supports me through the process, halfway through he had climbed behind me onto the bed to hold me up.
“I can’t do this Mase, I really can’t” I cry out, gasping as another wave of pain rushes over me.
He gives me a little squeeze, muttering words of encouragement in my ear.
I look up at him, my eyes pleading. “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”
A few hours after my protests I give birth to a beautiful baby boy. It was only a couple of days later that we finally agreed on names.
“Welcome, Little Oscar Mount”
A couple of the team visit us in the hospital after the match and we find out that they won and commence to the next stage but the rest we see a couple weeks later after my release.
My body was still recovering so Mason did a lot of the heavy lifting in the beginning and my heart swelled at the site of the pair each time.
On the day of the visit to the team I could here Mason cooing in the nursery.
“One tiny boot, two tiny boots. There we go little lad, all ready” he whispers ticking our son, making him form some sort of a smile.
Mason spots me in the doorway and blushes slightly. “Don’t be embarrassed darlin’. I live for moments like this”
I tell him as I pick up our son and walk towards the exist. Mason grabs the nappy bag and follows suit, wrapping his arm around me, keeping his little family close.
I watch as my baby goes around each lad from Dec to their beloved manager. Mason watches with eagle eyes, already missing the feeling of his son in his arms. He grips onto me until we get him back.
“You are such a baby hog” I whisper in his ear, but loud enough for everyone to hear. The room erupts with laughter, but Mason couldn’t care less, he only had his eyes on the new-born.
After an hour or so we head back home, after promising to see everyone again soon. Seems it wasn’t just mason who had fallen so hard for our boy. At least I know he will be well protected.
That night was a peaceful one. We had finally set into a rhythm. Mase enters the nursery just as I had finished feeding Oscar who is now slowly falling asleep on my lap. He crouches down to be on my level, and I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing him in. My perfect little family.
“Thank you, for giving me everything I ever dreamed of Y/N”
Here is part 2 of My Number 19! Should I do a part 3 of their wedding? Let me know ☺️
Can also be read as a stand alone, but I would recommend reading part 1.
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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.
There is a few writing prompts used in this so all credit goes to the correct owners! Thank you for letting me use them for creative purposes.
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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“Isn’t this too much for a party?” I ask Leah as we leave her house.
“You look perfect” she says. “Mason will be at your feet.”
“When will you realize that saying those things is having the opposite effect? The more you say it, the less I like him” I say, getting into the car that was waiting for us.
“Sure” she says behind me.
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When we arrive, the party is already packed with people, the music way too loud. And I don’t recognize anyone.
“Told you your look wasn’t too much” Leah says as a group of girls walk pass us, all of them dressed as if they were attending some music awards or something.
“Let’s go find something to drink” I say.
We are in a corner, looking at everyone trying to find a familiar face, when I see him. Ben Chilwell. Chilly. He walks in with a guy I’ve never seen before, wearing just a sweatshirt and some jeans, his hair free of the gel he loves so much. All girls turn to look at him, and he just smiles them. Damn, his smile is even better in person.
“You are drooling” Leah says.
“What?” I say, moving my hand to my face.
“It was a joke, you silly. But seriously, I don’t know why you like him so much.”
As I’m about to answer back, I see him looking at us, and I feel my heart skipping a bit.
“Leah, he’s coming” I say, nervously grabbing her arm.
“What are two Arsenal girls doing at a Chelsea party?” Chilly asks, arching an eyebrow. He knows who we are? Who I am?
“Mason invited us” Leah says. “Well, he invited her and she dragged me here.”
“He did?” Chilly asks me.
Fuck, he is talking to me. Me! I only manage to nod as an answer, not able to say a word.
“I saw you during the last national break. You seemed to get along pretty well.”
Did he just say that he saw me during the last nationa break? I know Mason was there too, but he paid attention to me. Oh… my God. And again, I just nod. God, I’m making a fool of myself.
“He doesn’t seem to have arrived yet, tho. Do you want to find somewhere to sit?” he says, offering me his hand.
“Ok” I say, managing to talk for the first time, praying that he can’t notice my hand shaking. I turn to look back at Leah, to see if she is coming with us, but she’s just giving me her usual murderous stare. Which means she disapproves and will definitely be mad with me at the end of the night.
Chilly takes me to a sofa next to a window, his arm casually resting on the back of it, his legs very close to mine. But before I have time to freak out about it, he starts talking about everything and anything, making me relax. After a while, we both are deep in conversation, laughing from time to time.
“Should we get another drink?” he asks.
“I’m fine.”
“Then wait for me here, I’m gonna get a refill” he says as gets up and disappears among the crowd.
When he comes back, he sits even closer than before, his arm around my shoulders, his fingers sometimes playing with my hair or touching my skin. When he talks, he does it very close, his lips constantly brushing against my ear, setting my skin on fire. If it wasn’t dark, people could definitely see that my face is the same color as the Arsenal shirt.
“Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more quiet?” he asks.
“Where?”
“Just follow me” he says, getting up and taking my hand. As we start walking among the other guests, I try to look for Leah, but I don’t see her. The one I see, tho, is Mason. He looks very serious, his eyes fixed on Chilly and I. The moment he realizes I’ve seen him, he looks the other way, acting as if someone has called his name.
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“You seem to know your way around the house” I say to Chilly when we make it upstairs.
“Puli and I like playing basketball together, and sometimes I spend the night here. And speaking of basketball,” he says, stopping in front of a door “you seem to be pretty good at it. Maybe we should play together one day.”
“Yeah, sure” I say.
He just smiles, opening the door and gesturing me to walk inside.
“This looks nice.”
“Here is where I usually stay” he says, closing the door. “It has the best views in the morning with the sun shining through.”
“Views to a garden” I say with a chuckle, looking outside the window.
“Sometimes they improve. Like right now” he says behind me, hugging me and kissing me on the neck, goosebumps all over my body. “You aren’t with Aaron, are you?” he asks while leaving kisses on my collarbone.
“With Aaron?” I ask, confused.
“I’ve seen you on his Instagram. You seem to get along pretty well, always posting about the other” he says, one of his hands moving to my leg and slowly going under my dress.
“We’ve been friends since we were kids, just that” I say, trying not to sound as normal as possible and not as if I’m freaking out because Ben fucking Chilwell is touching me everywhere.
“Good” he says, moving both his hands to my waist and making me turn to face him. “He’s a big guy and I don’t want him to kill me when he finds out I’ve done this” he says before kissing me.
At first I don’t do anything, but when he kisses me again, this time with more passion, I let myself go, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back.
“Why don’t we get a bit more comfortable” he says after a bit, his lips still very close to mine. Again, I’ve lost the ability to talk, and I just nod, letting him walk me towards the bed. When the back of my knees touch it, he slowly pushes me down until he’s lying on top of me, kissing me again, his hands all over me.
“You can stop me whenever you want” he says to my ear.
“Ok” I whisper.
“Any time” he says, his right hand now under my dress, playing with the hem of my underwear. I stay silent, letting him know that he can keep going. He moves his fingers under the fabric, going down, my body tensing in anticipation.
“Fuck” I say when I feel him touching me.
“Do you want me to stop now?” he says, stopping to look me in the eyes.
“No. Not now.”
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“Finally!” Leah says when she sees me coming back to the party. “Can we go home now? I’m bored and everyone is too drunk.”
“Sure” I say, following her as she starts walking towards the door.
“I just called for a car. It’ll be here in 5 minutes.”
“Ok.”
“So…” she says, crossing her arms over his chest. “How was it? As good as you had dreamed it to be?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh, c´mon. I know you went upstairs with Chilly. And I know you didn’t spend all this time just talking about the weather.”
“We didn’t have sex if that’s what you are implying” I say, mimicking her pose. “Not really.”
“Oh, I see” she says, giving me a mischievous smile. “Tongue or fingers?”
“Leah!”
“He seems to be into fingers. Mason definitely into tongue.”
“Shit, Mason!” I say. “Is he still around? Have you seen him?”
“Now you remember he exists?”
“Ugh, he’s gonna be so pissed. I should go say something if he still is around. shouldn’t I?”
“He left not long after he saw you disappear with Chilly” Leah says. “And you are right, he didn’t seem very happy. So those fingers better have been worth it.”
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“It’s official. Mason is angry with me” I say to Aaron while out having a drink, enjoying the beautiful weather. “He texted me the day after the party, and since then, radio silence. No more texts to wish me luck before a game or likes on my posts. And it’s been a month.”
“He has his reasons to be angry, doesn’t he?”
“But I already apologized for not talking to him at the party.”
“That’s not the only thing he’s probably mad about. He invited you to a party, and you ignored him to go have sex with one of his best friends.”
“We didn’t…”
“You didn’t that day, I know” Aaron says, cutting me half way through my excuse. “But you have since then, haven’t you? And Chilly has probably shared that with him. Which sucks.”
It does suck. And it is very likely that Ben has told him. Since the day Mason give him my number, we’ve been going out a few times, most of our dates ending with the same question: your house or mine.
“Great” I say with a sigh, sinking on my chair. “So what do I do now? Should I text him? Ask him to talk? I don’t want to lose his friendship.”
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“He took a whole day to reply. And since when getting another stupid tattoo is having a busy week?”
“He’s mad and hurt, and doesn’t want to see you. You should respect his choice” Leah says, adjusting her ponytail before we go out for today’s game warm-up.
“He’s behaving like a child” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You both are. And I don’t get why you worry so much about him. You have a boyfriend now, don’t you? The one you wanted. You should be happy, not worrying about Mason.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. And Mason is my friend. Or was. That’s why I’m worried.”
“If only you had listened to Aaron and I…” she says, getting up and joining the rest of the team.
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The game is a complete disaster. My head definitely wasn’t where it should be, and I miss all the chances I have, especially when the team needs me the most. That leads us to losing the game, Chelsea taking advantage of it and snatching the first position on the table from us. And we are playing against them next.
Half way through that week, I go out for dinner with Chilly, Jack and his girlfriend, who have come to visit from Manchester, someone spotting us and sending the photos to The Sun.
“At least you look cute” Leah says, scrolling through the article.
“That’s such a relief” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Is it too bad online?”
“My Instagram notifications were going crazy, I had to log off and let Eliza handle it. But before I did, it was bad, yeah. Someone was saying that two people dating don’t hug the way Ben and I do, and that he looked disgusted kissing me. It was a blurry photo taken at night, you couldn’t see a fucking thing!”
“And what does he say about it?”
“He doesn’t care. He told me to ignore it and move on. As if it was that easy.”
“What a supportive boyfriend he is, isn’t he?” Leah says, teasing me.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“According to The Sun and everyone who has seen the photos, he is.”
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The game against Chelsea goes as bad as the previous one, and we lose 0-3 at home, my performance being, again, the worst. I dare to check my phone while waiting for Leah to leave the stadium, hoping that maybe Mason has sent me an encouraging message or something. But looks like he keeps ignoring me. He’s probably too busy with that American girl his fans were talking about and that was at his last game.
“Twat” I mutter as Leah approaches.
“Who?” she asks, opening the car.
“No one” I say, getting inside.
“You better stay away from all social media for a while, let Eliza and your team handle it. People are gonna definitely go after you because of Chilly.”
“I know” I say, letting out a big sigh, checking my phone again to log off of Instagram. “What the fuck.”
“What?”
“Die you Chelsea whore. This is what happens when you sleep with the enemy. I hope Chilwell’s dick tastes good. Fuck you, whore. And those are just the comments that popped in the notifications right now, there are many more.”
“Idiots” Leah says, definitely getting mad. “Have they forgotten everything you’ve done for this team and club?”
“Well, I guess it’s time for a social media detox” I say as I delete twitter and Instagram from my phone.
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I’m making myself some dinner when my phone pings. A new message. A new message from Mason. Mason!
My hands were shaking as I typed that. Why? Why am I so nervous?
He isn’t mad anymore. He wants to talk.
“Yes!” I say, doing a stupid dance. But then I smell something. Something burning. “Shit!”
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The following weeks go much better. We win our league games while Chelsea misses some points, which means that we are on the lead again. I’m playing a lot better, and even though I don’t get to score, I feel like I am helping the team again. We’ve also played our first quarter-final Champions game against Real Madrid, a 0-0 in Spain, the second leg happening today.
And like Mason said, I do score on that game, my goal being the one allowing us to make it to the semi-finals.
Who:Mason Mount x Original Female Character
Words:1629
Disclaimer:I do not know Mason Mount or anyone else mentioned in these writings.
Note:So the first chapter was just mainly an introduction, this chapter is nearly double of the previous chapter and I hope you all like it.
July 31st, 2017. Arnhem, Netherlands
The weather was quite chilly for a day in the middle of the summer. Not that it was a strange occurance in the Netherlands. It was one of the things I disliked the most about living in this country. I am someone who preferred the sun and the warmth. Unfortunately that was not going to happen anytime soon.
Despite the dreary weather, I knew that I would have to enjoy the summer as much as possible before it was over and before I would start on my last year of education. Just one more year and then it was time to find work. Something I just didn’t want to think about just yet. I actually liked my school years until now.
The voice of my friend next to me pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Iris? This is like the third time you blanked on me, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Marie asked and I quickly blinked, a guilty expression on my face. “I’m sorry Mar. What were you saying again?”
The blonde sighed - clearly exaggarating, the smile on her lips giving that away as well as she looked at me over the edge of her sunglasses, bright blue eyes looking into my own hazel ones. “I was asking if you were up for going out for a drink this afternoon, after I finished work. It shouldn’t be a long day and they say that the weather will only get better by the end of the day. Pretty please?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was an ever returning question from Marie whenever the weather was nice in the city. “Fine, we are going out for a drink, but we are going to bring our own drinks and we are going to the park,” I encountered. Marie squinted her eyes for a moment, but then nodded. “Deal. I’ll ask Frances, Yvette and Sanne as well to see if they want to come.”
Even now I could already tell that the park was going to be packed. The park in the middle of the city was one of the most beautiful places in Arnhem, at least in my opinion. Whenever the sun was shining, it was busy. The slight slope in the grass made it a perfect place for sunbathing but also to have some barbecues in the summer. It was as if a big part of the city made its way into the park and my friends and I were definitely no exception.
The morning at our secondary school was one that finished pretty quickly. Marie and I were busy with our second year, with two more years to follow after this. After that university would probably follow if we were to choose for that, but so far I have not been interested in that. It meant more years at school while I knew what I wanted the most; I wanted to do something physical. I wanted to mean something for people, I wanted to travel. I did not want to get back in the school benches once more when I was done with this level of education.
So while Marie left to get to her job, I went back home. A home where a young brother had been bouncing around the house for some time now because our local football team Vitesse had been having a good pre-season so far and new names had been signed. With the Johan Cruijff Shield coming up at the start of the season, the football vibe was big in our house, with my brother bouncing off the walls. I liked football too but I had to admit that I didn’t like our own competition much. That’s what you get when you get hooked on the Premier League. The pace and level of that league was so much higher than our Eredivisie so who can really blame me, right? So where Sam - my younger brother - had a yellow and black obsession, I had a red one. A Liverpool shaped one.
The moment I walked into the house, it was clear that my mum was pissed off. “Sam de Jong, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t get to kick that ball around inside.” The sight of shattered pieces on the floor that had previously been a longdrink glass came into my view as I walked into the living room.
“I’m sorry mum! I was trying to score the winning goal.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the words of my ten year old brother. As soon as I saw the look on my mother’s face, I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing.
“I just came by to let you know I’ll be at the park for the afternoon and also probably for dinner,” I quickly said, before leaving the room again so I could get upstairs, not wanting to witness the disaster that Sam was about to face.
It was only a short visit at home. While I freshened up after school - and listened to my mother yell at Sam while making him clean up the mess that he had made, I quickly looked through some messages on my phone where the other girls already showed that they had bought drinks and food already for the park.
Once I got the message from Marie that she was on her way to the park, I left the house as well. The park was only a short walk from my house but because I was known as the lazy one of my friends (and it was probably true as well), I picked the bike as my form of transport to the sunny greenery in the centre of the city. It didn’t take long for me to find my friends, who had perched themselves on a large blanket in the grass. Many people had thought the same thing as we did. Other little groups had formed on the grass, some guys were kicking a football around while yelling at each other. In English. Which wasn’t that rare here in Arnhem.
As I reached my friends, I just heard the last bit of a sentence Francis had said. “- is pretty cute.” I rolled my eyes at the words, Francis was probably one of the biggest guy crazy people I had met but I loved her for it. I followed her gaze and found the footballing guys on the end of it. Oh, and Francis had a preference for athletes.
“Of course you have found the cutest guy in the entire park already,” Marie said as she waved at me, holding out a glass with some fizzy drink in it. I looked over my shoulder and had to agree with Francis, however. The brown haired young man standing closest to us was not bad on the eyes. They were probably around the same age as us.
It was always good to spend free afternoons in the sun with my friends. For a moment there was not a worry in the world - although my mother would counter that at my age I did not have any worries. Laughing seemed to be the best remedy against long boring school days. I tried my best to zoom back into the story that Marie was telling. “So my brothers were in the backyard, mum kept yelling at them to grey inside for dinner, that they had to stop fooling around. They didn’t listen at all, continued playing rugby and next moment, the ball went through the window. Mum was livid.” I shook my head, a laugh escaping me as I thought back at the scene between my own brother and mother.
“Your brothers aren’t the only ones good at breaking glass. Sam wanted to score the winning goal for the Johan Cruijff Shield and thought it was a good idea to do that inside. I walked in on -”
Before I could finish my sentence, this time I was interrupted by a sudden football hitting in the middle of our picnic cloth and knocking glasses over, the ball ending in my lap. I was too surprised to jump up like some of the other girls were doing.
“I’m so sorry ladies, my friend over there did a terrible job controlling the ball.” A male voice spoke up in a British accent. It had to be one of the guys who had been kicking the ball around just a few meters away from us. A look up confirmed that it was the cute brown haired one who had come over to collect the ball in my lap. From up close he was even closer. Dark eyes matched his hair and a smile was on his lips, a shy one at that. He was our age, maybe just a bit older but when he smiled he had crinkles next to his eyes. It was Marie who found her voice back as the first one, of course she was.
“You can definitely say that. He should learn how to play football.” The guy standing with us left out a chuckle, even though I did not understand why it was so funny what Marie had said.
“I’ll let my friend Mitchell know.” His gaze moved in my direction, since I had the ball. “I really am sorry…” he trailed off, not knowing which name to add to the end of the sentence. A very smooth way to ask for my name although I didn’t even realise it. I scrambled onto my feet finally with the ball in my hands. “It’s Iris. Here’s your ball back.” I held out the ball to him, his fingertips brushing mine for just a second as he took it from me.
“Thank you Iris. I’m Mason.”
Like The Old Days - Chapter One - Mason Mount
Who:Mason Mount x Original Female Character
Words:819
Disclaimer:I am not connected to Mason Mount or anyone else mentioned in this writing.
May 5th, 2021. London, United Kingdom.
It was crazy to realize how I had gotten here. Crazy was probably the perfect word for it because if you had told me that I would be standing on the side of the pitch in a crazy Stamford Bridge after Chelsea had won their semi-final… I would’ve laughed at you. At that moment I would’ve told you that there’s no way I would study to become a reporter. A sportsreporter to be exact.
After my vocational school, I had decided to continue studying after all while I had been so vocal about not wanting to do so anymore. But I wanted to combine the thing I liked most - writing - with my passion which was sports. Simply because one person had been there to support me in that decision. He had told me to follow my dreams and work hard for it. So the best journalism education was my next destination, but to get there I was going to have to make it through my vocational school first.
I graduated two years later at the age of twenty at the vocational school but it had been pretty tricky, simply because of the fact that in those two years the person who had been the biggest rock in my life had to move away and the long distance relationship thing was not for me at all. I needed to have him close to me and that was definitely not happening.
I continued my higher education in journalism and now near the end of my second year and at the beginning of my internship abroad for a sports channel in London. And that was how I had ended up on the side of the pitch of Stamford Bridge. It had been a strange occurance because I knew very well that there was a chance to bump into familiar faces here. A place where I had never been before, but still a place with a lot of history in my past.
My focus had been terrible throughout the last minutes of the game, knowing very well that due to the goal I was definitely going to be facing my past. He didn’t even know that I had gotten into this internship since we lost contact a few years ago.
“Iris, focus. Where the hell are you with your mind? The whistle went off a few minutes ago.”
My hazel eyes focused on the man standing next to me. Luke was an interesting guy. He was a very direct one, which I appreciated. It was something I needed, probably a Dutch thing since apparently everyone knew I was one due to my own directness. But at the same time… He has this stare where you just didn’t know what he was going to say. A stare that made me uncomfortable and one that I was facing right now.
“I’m sorry, I was just thinking how I never thought I would end up here. Not important.” I quickly added the two words at the sight of Luke’s raised eyebrows.
“Well, think about that later. Tuchel is gonna be here soon. I hope to get interviews with Werner and Mount as well, maybe Zidane as well.”
And there was his name… I simply nodded in agreement, grasping my phone better so I could use it to record Luke doing his interview so I could learn from it later.
“I’m going to be doing the talking but after the interviews I want to hear from you what the differences are between doing an actual interview and doing the practice ones at the office.”
I nodded once more, not saying a word since Thomas Tuchel was indeed walking in our direction for the first interview of the night. My focus was on the two men in front of me, taking in everything that Luke was asking the coach. The way Tuchel sometimes seemed to be annoyed, probably because he was asked the same question over and over again by reporters. If I had learned something by now, it was that asking original questions when you were the third or fourth reporter in a row was terribly hard. You needed the quotes of the answers on your own documentation but at the same time you didn’t want to be asking the same questions.
It was the moment that Luke had gotten the last answer from Tuchel and he was preparing to walk away, that I pressed the stop button of the video I had made. Before I could look at the result of the interview, a voice made me turn into stone it seemed. And it had only taken two sentences to cause it.
“Iris? Is that you?”
Luke turned around at the mention of my name by someone who wasn’t him. No one else here knew my name. The man raised an eyebrow at me and I quickly shook my head before turning to face him.
“Mason.”
