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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”