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Monaco Daydream (3) - Mason Mount

Being back in London gives you some relief from the news cycle that has been reusing the same three photos of you and Mason. You do everything in your power to stay invisible wherever you go. Wearing the most basic clothes, with no Prem league club logos or anything to do with football to try and distance yourself from the gossip. The only places you go are your flat and the office, staying off of social media as much as possible.

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"Y/N!" you stop your path to the stadium exit when the PR manager calls your name, you turn to her, nervous about what she's gonna tell you. "Don't look so worried, the news has died down and Mount hasn't outed you" her statement makes you lift your eyebrows in surprise, "he hasn't?" she shakes her head while smiling, "I don't know why, because now he's the one getting all of the backlash that could tarnish his good guy image" you lower your head to hide your smile, "he's not a bad guy" you mumble. "Y/N careful" she warns so you look up again to see her less than happy expression, "all i'm saying is that he's very nice and he didn't do anything wrong" you explain in the footballer's defence, she lifts an eyebrow but you spin around before she can say anything more, quickly leaving the stadium to go back to your flat.

When you're in the safety of your flat you immediately drop onto the couch. Just when you think you have some peace and quiet a knock sounds against the front door. You groan hoping that the person gives up if you don't move to answer the door. The silence that continues makes you think that you've succeeded, but another knock bursts your bubble. Once you've dragged yourself off the couch you shuffle towards the door, silently hoping that it's nothing that'll take long. With a turn of the door handle you open the front door of your flat, a smiling Phil greets you, "what are you doing here?" You ask and lean against the doorframe. "Checking up on you since I haven't seen you the whole week we've been back" he explains, "I'm trying not to draw attention to myself" he squints as if to assess how truthful you're being, "you sure that's the only reason" you nod before letting out a sigh, "I'm not meant for this footy drama" he shrugs, "no one is, yet we somehow need to deal with it" you nod in response but frown.

"Since you've had so long to think am I forgiven for the bikini incident?" You roll you eyes but bring him into a tight hug, "I could never stay mad at you for long" he kisses your head which makes you smile into his shoulder. "You know who else is hoping for your forgiveness?" you pull away from Phil while lifting an eyebrow curiously, "one Mason Mount" he adds making your heart flutter, but you shake your head not believing your close mate. "I don't believe you" he sighs but takes your hand, "he thinks that he's done something wrong Y/N, and now with the media storm because of the photos he doesn't think he's got a chance with you anymore" you look into Phil's pleading eyes before sighing loudly, "of course he's got a chance, he always did, we have a type of chemistry that's like something from a romance novel" he wiggles his eyebrows at your explanation effectively ruining the moment. You roll your eyes while shoving him, "I think you need to tell him that" he explains making you snort, "how am I gonna do that?" you reply, he holds up a finger before disappearing from view.

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A couple of seconds later Mason appears in Phil's place making you suck in a breath. "Hey Y/N" he murmurs sheepishly, "hi" you whisper while keeping your eyes on his. He brings a hand to the back of his neck before dropping his gaze to the floor, "sorry for the super unexpected visit" you shake your head and step forward to place a hand on his arm, "it's more than okay" he lifts his head at the contact you make, "how've you been?" you shrug, "alright, just staying invisible" he frowns so you slide your hand into his, squeezing it gently. "I know what you're thinking so stop it, we both had a hand in this media storm" he sighs before looking down at our interlaced fingers, "sometimes I wish I was normal and could do things without everyone having an opinion" your heart clenches at the sad tone in his voice, "Mason we would've never met if you were normal and that would be so sad" he looks up at you again with a pout on his lips.

You giggle at the adorable expression then tug him into your flat, he stumbles slightly at the sudden action but quickly regains his balance as you shut the front door behind him. "I don't think meeting in Monaco was a mistake, maybe it was fate that Phil got protective and I needed to prove him wrong by introducing myself to you" Mason's pout turns into a smile at your statement, his hands shifting to your hips, "fate, like written in the stars kinda fate?" you smile up at the footballer before nodding and bringing a hand up to his scruffy cheek. "Does that fate still work now that we're back in the UK?" you lift yourself up to his height, your lips ghosting over his lightly, "yes" his hands squeeze your hips and you fully press your lips to his reigniting the fire that you felt on that love seat in Monaco. One of his hands moves to you lower back while the other skims past your jaw before sinking into your hair, effectively bringing you flush to him, your fingers sneak to the nape of his neck as your heartbeat quickens at the embrace you've been missing since leaving the Principality. You pull away to catch your breath, your eyes still closed while Mason rests his forehead against yours, "heads will roll when the fans find out about us" you say, he opens his eyes at the words, "you still want to take a chance on me after Monaco?" he replies in surprise, "I've never felt anything like what I feel with you, I can't let you get away that easy" he smiles, showcasing his dimples, you smile too and move your thumbs along his stubble filled cheeks. "We're gonna have so much fun Y/N" you nod and press a soft kiss to his lips, "only if you get me a Chelsea bikini though" Mason laughs, setting off your giggles, "I can't promise anything" you shrug and he presses a few quick kisses to your lips before fully pulling away.

You smile as Mason takes in your flat for the first time, your movement to get to the small kitchen going unnoticed. When you start to dig out things from your fridge for some dinner the footballer takes a seat at the small table set up in the minimalist dining space your crammed into the flat. As you turn around to put the ingredients down on the counter you spot him sitting in the seat that is usually occupied by friends or family, but when he smiles at you it seems like he belongs there. Your heart flutters at the immediate comfort of having Mason in your flat while you make food like a couple that has been seeing each other for awhile. He must notice your shifting expression because he leans forward slightly, "what's on your mind?" he asks while tilting his head, "how well you fit in in this flat" you reply, he chuckles and sits back again. "You think so?" you nod and he proceeds to pose on the dining chair, putting on a serious face which makes you laugh. "I hope you stick around for more of my model moments" he explains when breaking character to grin at you, "if those are a part of you I'm all in" you say while rounding the counter to approach him. "I'm glad" is all he murmurs as I stop in front of him and place my hands on his shoulders, "me too" you reply and feel like the nightmare caused by the media has turned into a dreamlike reality of being with Mason for longer than just a weekend, with the hopes of it lasting well into the future.