Spaces - Mason Mount
Based on One Direction - Spaces. For the One Direction Series, which can be found here.
Disclaimer: This is all fictional purposes. Also some swearing :)
‘Hey, you reached Y/N, Sorry I’m missing your call. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, bye!’ Beep.
Monday 17:35 ‘Hey, it’s Mase…Can you give me a ring? please.’
Wednesday 20:00 ‘Hey, it’s me again…Mason. Haven’t heard from you in a couple of days, five me a call back?’
Thursday 12:03 ‘Y/N it’s Mason again, I just want to talk to you, you weren’t serious last week…were you? Please just call me please.’ Beep.
Thursday 17:50 ‘Y/N, where are you. Please pick up.’
Still nothing, Mason went out with some of the lads from the club Saturday night after the game. Luckily, he was benched today, he knew he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to play a full football match. It was the early hours of Sunday morning, Mason was slightly intoxicated and strayed away from some of the lads, taking his phone out of his pocket.
Sunday 01:41 ‘I am sorry, okay? Just talk to me please. Just talk to me, I know I fucked up, please Y/N ring me!’ He shouted desperate for you to pick up.
Sunday 01:58 ‘Okay, I think I’m slightly drunk, but please just call me. I miss you.’
That was the last time Mason rang that night, he ended up going home and waking up next morning with a slight headache as he sat up on his sofa, drinking a cup of coffee he made that was starting to cool.
Sunday 13.26 ‘Okay…I fucked up again, and I know that I’m sorry for the messages last night. But please can we talk? I want to talk to you. Please…I love you’
Sunday 14:20 ‘I miss you, Y/N’ Mason sighed as he hung up, telling himself that this was the last time.
It was somehow you knew that he would stop calling but it wasn’t long before Y/N sent a text back.
‘Please. Stop. Calling.’ It read.
“You know, you’re going to have to talk to him eventually” A voice spoke from the other side of the room where you she sat. “He’s a right mess, Y/N.” He continued, as you looked over at where Declan was sat. You were curled up in the corner of the sofa with Raffa curled by your feet.
Avoiding Mason, you came over and stayed with Lauren who said you was more than welcome to stay which left Declan in an awkward position especially when he’s best friends with Mason you felt bad.
But Dec promised his girlfriend he wouldn’t say anything where you were, and you would be forever grateful for that.
“No, I don’t, I said what I needed to say and to be honest. It hurts the first-time round. It’s not my fault he didn’t get the message.” You said bitterly finishing the glass of wine.
Declan tried to reason with her, backing his best friend corner while trying to understand from both point of views but he just gave up and sat back and tried to get into the film that you and Lauren was watching.
It was the morning after, you sat at the breakfast bar finishing a slice of toast you made. You washed it up and placed it back. You we’re the only one up, Declan had already got up as he had to be at an early training session and Lauren was still in bed. You decided to leave a note and go back home.
You hauled yourself up flights of stairs, grateful as you reached your floor. Where you noticed Mason sat outside the door, you stop for a second. Fiddling with the door key in your hand.
“How long have you been here?” You asked, avoiding eye contact.
“Since you text last night” He spoke, voice straighten it was clear from the bags under his eyes that he was tired. You sighed.
“Mason – “
“You told me to stop calling, so I wanted to talk to you in person.” He cut you off as he stood up, he stood in the position he didn’t move towards you. He kept the distance between the two. “where were you last night?” He asked curious.
You stayed silent for a moment, wondering how to answer “Lauren and Dec’s” you mumbled.
“What, and he didn’t tell me? He’s supposed to be my best friend.” Mason started to get defensive.
“Because Lauren told him not to tell you! Don’t go blaming Dec, he’s trying to help! You in fact.” You snapped back, looking at Mason who backed down.
“Besides, it’s not your business where I stay anyway. We broke up.” You reminded him, annoyed, that he wanted to know where you were.
Dating Mason was great, for so long. He was the most understanding person, and you knew his job was intense and demanding and it had the high and lows. But it also put a massive strain on the relationship. You knew that even though you loved Mason more than anything, you knew you had to break it up. So, you were the one to do it after he came back from international duty last week.
It didn’t end well; Mason refused to listen and went out with his team mates instead after yelling at you.
“You can’t break up with me, it’s my job! You can’t make me choose between me and the ball.” He yelled pulling a shirt over his head.
“I’m not asking you too. I’m doing it for you1” you say back, both of you arguing back and forth, until Mason stormed out.
“What happened between us Y/N?” Mason sighed; his voice so sad that you wanted to cry at the sound of it. Head hung forward as he tried to give a small smile, something he’d do not to cry himself.
“The space, has been between us now for a while.” You say, emotions in your voice, you were the one to respond to Mason. “and the space got bigger.” You say softly.
Silenced echoed, no one said anything for moments.
“I don’t want to be the one to say goodbye.” You say lump in your throat. “But I have to be.” You took a deep breath.
“Goodbye Mason.” You say, holding back the tears as you kissed his cheek and walked into your flat. You let out a small sob as the tears we’re streaming down your face, you waited for a moment to see if he’d protest, or yell after her but as you looked through the peep hole, you saw him walking away, for the last time.
