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𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝

... i'm back lol

Mason had been your best friend for many years. You'd known him before he'd met Dec, before any of his success had started. He was a safe place for you and a stable relationship you'd carry with you through life.

However, recently he hadn't been reciprocating the effort you were giving him. There was no longer frequent conversations between the two of you, and it was painful. Extremely painful. You had never been through this before, even during the euros he called you everyday. Something was seriously off but you were getting frustrated with waiting.

You'd been eating dinner in your apartment when a familiar knock rang through the place. You jabbed your fork down and stormed to the door, you were angry. You knew it was him, he demanded a 'unique' knock because he didn't want you to answer the door to 'weirdos'. As you opened the door you were met with Mason staring at his feet with his hands deep in his pockets. "If you wanna stare at your feet all day can you do it somewhere other than my apartment door?" You asked with a hint of bitterness in your voice. I mean, who could blame you? Your lifelong best friend ghosts you for weeks and comes knocking on your door.

His eyebrows furrowed with your comment, obviously expecting your anger but it still hurt. "Y/N please can we just talk?" Mase pleaded, finally looking up and you could see the desperation in his eyes. Something was up. You simply gritted your teeth, and walked away from the open door, hoping he'd get the message. He did.

He followed into the living room and sat timidly on the edge of the sofa. "I know your mad" He started but was interrupted by your frustrated self. "No fucking shit sherlock! Mason what the actual fuck. I've done nothing to you and you left me for nearly 2 months. No communication. No message just to see how I was. You don't care anymore. And that's fine. I guess that's what getting older does." You began to cry. You'd always been scared of this moment. Childhood best friends were rare and in this case, not meant to last. "Y/N the only thing getting older does is make you realise that feelings change and we shouldn't be friends!" Mason bit back. That was it. "Get the fuck out of my apartment" You spat out, you'd never been this angry in your life. "I'm in love with you!" Mason shouted. "I'm in love with you Y/N Y/L/N! And i'm so scared to talk to you because I know you don't feel the same and it breaks me everytime you call me your 'brother' or your 'best friend'. I want to be more. I always have. And I've realised over the years you don't want me, and that's fine. But I can't be around you, it hurts too much. It's borderline torture." You were shocked.

This idiot.

You began to laugh which confused him more. He scoffed and began to head home. You quickly stopped him, pulled his arm and kissed him. You'd been in love with him since you were kids. Hence the lack of boyfriends and being desperate to be near him at any given chance. He smiled into the kiss and you felt him sigh against your lips, probably relieved the feelings were reciprocated. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"It's you mase, it's you and it'll always be you."