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New Year - Mason Mount

A/N I know fam this is so out of the blue, pun not intended, but tumblr showed me mason and I can't unknow about him :)

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You truly didn't know what compelled you to accept your brother's invitation to a New Year's Eve Party. It might've been your down in the dumps attitude after a horrible day at work, or the break up you were still think about a week after it happened. Nonetheless he wouldn't let you bail on the night, insisting that it's what you need after a tough year.

An hour before he's planning on picking you up, you're standing in front of your closet deciding what to wear. Your roommate and best friend is sitting on your bed shooting out suggestions hoping that it'll help, even though your mind is elsewhere. "Y/N!" The shout followed by a hand waving in front of your face makes you snap out of your zoned out fog. "What?" You ask and watch her skip over to the closet, where she takes over the hangers of clothing for a few seconds before pulling out a dress. She shoves it into your arms, "this one" you open your mouth to get out of wearing the royal blue number that reminds you of your ex. "No way babe, wear it and make some new memories" she says while pointing at you, a determined look on her face, you shut your mouth with a sigh, "fuck it, you're right" she hugs you and leaves the room so that you can get ready.

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A couple of hours later your brother has left you to be with some friends so you're nursing a drink trying to look less that pathetic at a party where you don't know anyone. The buzz circulating around the room still doesn't cheer up your less than happy mood as you sigh, your eyes latching onto a particularly cozy couple across the room. Something in the way they act has you tearing up, you take a shaky breath remembering how you and your ex used to be just like them. With a frown you lower your eyes and turn around to try and mask the tears that have gathered, moving through the crowded room to get somewhere quieter. In your rushed movements you miss the gaze that follows you under the dimmed lights.

You find a quiet area, sipping at your drink before kicking off the heels you regretted wearing the instant you got to the party. The blue dress you're wearing shimmers slightly as you lower yourself to sit against the wall. Your streaky makeup a vast contrast to the fancy dress hugging your body. After another shaky breath you tilt your head back against the wall, bringing the drink to your lips as you close your eyes  to try and gather your emotions.

"Are you okay?" your eyes snap open at the deep voice, seeing a man looking down at you with concern written on his face. You wave away his question, "I'm fine" he lifts an eyebrow showing you that he doesn't believe your answer, "can I sit" he adds while gesturing to the spot next to you, lifting your shoulders in a shrug must give him the response he wants because he lowers himself next to you. That's when you fully see the man for the first time, his face coming into focus through your tear blurred eyes. His kind eyes put you at ease almost instantly, "what's got you crying like this?" he asks, you sigh while looking down at your lap, "it doesn't matter, you don't need to worry" you reply while fidgeting with your fingers not wanting to burden the complete stranger with your problems. "When a pretty girl in a Chelsea blue dress is crying i want to know why" he murmurs making you blush at the compliment, "it's just been a hard week" you say while looking at the man next to you, he suddenly brings his hand to you cheek, his thumb brushing away the streaks of dark makeup. You freeze at his touch, your gaze locked on his which is focused on wiping at your cheeks. "How about we turn that around tonight?" He asks while shifting his eyes to yours, you sniffle before nodding, letting the man help you to your feet.

"Wait" you say as he starts to lead you towards the crowded room, "I don't know your name" he smiles, "Mason" he replies making you smile as well, "thank you for this Mason, I'm Y/N" he squeezes your hand in response and continues towards the crowd nearby. Your heels forgotten as he pulls you into him, making you giggle while your free hand lands on his shoulder. The shirt he's wearing being too soft and luxurious to be anything other than designer. "So what are your new year's resolutions?" He asks while placing a gentle hand on your back to keep you close, "stay healthy, see my family more, not get heartbroken a week before New Years" you reply, trailing off quietly at the end, your eyes avoiding his by looking at the pattern on his shirt with furrowed eyebrows. "Aw man I'm sorry Y/N" he murmurs making you shrug and look up for a second before looking at his shirt again, your finger moving along the pattern. "It's not your doing" he brings a finger under your chin tilting it upwards, "I doubt its your fault either" you scrunch up your nose, "doesn't matter, what are your resolutions?" he hums and trails his fingers along your neck leaving goosebumps in their wake, "succeed at work, be happy, make you happier than before". You blush which makes him chuckle softly, he lowers his head so that his lips brush against your ear, "let me make your night better Y/N" you find yourself relaxing into his grasp as he pulls away slightly to look at your expression, your hand finding the base of his neck to pull him closer again.

You open your mouth to respond to the handsome brunette but your brother calling your name interrupts the moment. Mason lifts his head to look over at something, or more like someone, so you look over to see your sibling approaching rapidly. "Geez Y/N, where have you-" he cuts himself off when he notices the man holding you a little too close for his liking. "Uh hey man" you roll your eyes at the protective stance your brother adopts, "this is Mason" you say trying to keep him calm. "I know who he is Y/N" the statement confuses you, "what? how?" your brother keeps his gaze on Mason, "he plays for Chelsea" your eyes widen as you snap your head towards the man who you just met. He's smiling at you sheepishly "I didn't want you to treat me different" you know that it should scare you that he's a pro athlete but for some reason it doesn't seem to matter in the moment, "as far as I'm concerned you're just a really nice guy that rescued me from my own sadness" he smiles and pulls you further into his body. "Y/N did you not hear me?" Your brother exclaims, you look at him and shrug, "I've been through so much crap bro, the year ends in a couple of minutes, my makeup has been cried off and my life is a mess but Mason made me smile after a week where I didn't think I ever would again" you say and watch his expression soften and body relax, "alright alright, but only because I know you'll make the right decision" he murmurs making you smile and reach a hand out to squeeze his arm before he turns around to get swallowed up by the crowd.

"Sorry about him" you say turning to look up at Mason again, "I get it, I would be the same way with my sister" he replies with a dimpled smile, you nod while biting your lip, looking into his eyes wondering what's going through his mind, "still want to make my night better?" you ask, he fully winds an arm around you his lips going back to the shell of your ear, "definitely" he replies making you blush while your hand rests on his chest. You bring your hand back up to his neck, gently tugging him down for a kiss, his lips moving with yours as the new year is rung in with cheers all around you two. Your mind focused on the now with the handsome footballer holding you tightly.

A/N HAPPY 2022! Hope the new year is good to every one of you, and here's to a better year than the last two 😅