Football Imagines (England players mostly)

Hold on, I still want you- Mason Mount

A/N: I was inspired by a song this time, I kinda wrote something like that before (You saved me-Phil Foden) but this one is different. I changed the POV as well to Mason and this one is going to be kind of short as well, I am sorry for posting short stories twice in a row but anyway, enjoy. 

Mason's POV

I was driving home from a training session and I had just bought flowers for my girlfriend, Lottie. We fought a lot the past week and I was partially guilty. I wanted to apologise, even though it was hard for me since I was a competitive kind of person. I hated admitting I was the one at fault, but I was so desperate to love her again that I was ready to do anything. I loved Lottie and I hated seeing her sad. 

I pulled the car into the driveway and locked it. I was expecting to see Lottie lying on the couch or cooking in the kitchen but she was not there. I searched everywhere in the house and she wasn't there either. I decided to call her to ask her where she was but normally at that time of the day, Lottie was never out. She loved staying in. 

I called and she did not answer, I later found her phone on the bed, vibrating. The bathroom was the only place I hadn't checked, but it was locked. I asked "Lottie? Are you in there?" But no one answered. I started getting worried. If she would have gone out, she'd taken her phone with her. It would have been a rare coincidence that she left her phone at home. 

"Lottie, I am sorry, baby. I know you're angry", I said standing behind the door again, "Look, I brought you your favourite flowers, white roses...Lottie, I'm worried. Answer me, please"I was even more worried. She always replied to me, even when she was angry. After five minutes of waiting, I decided to break through the door. I put the flowers on the bed and broke through the door. 

As I walked in, I saw the most horrible thing my eyes could ever witness. Tears immediately started falling from my eyes. Lottie was laying unconscious on the floor, and in her hand, she clasped a tiny piece of paper. I pulled it out in one very deft move and read, "I'm sorry, Mason. It looked like the best thing to do. I love you lots" It felt like I lost a major part of me. I was left with nothing more than my career. Lottie was the one who helped me achieve everything and without her, it all seemed impossible. 

I slid my hands under her waist and pulled her closer to feel her heartbeat. All I heard was slow, beats, very slow beats, which meant she had a chance of living. I started crying even harder and called an ambulance. They had a hard time understanding what I meant but I just shouted the address out loud and dropped my phone. I would never get used to a life without her. 

I pulled a few strands out of her face, looking at her. How did she decide to do that? Was I not enough? Tears were falling uncontrollably. "Please don't leave me, Lottie. I need you" I pulled her closer and sobbed even harder in her stomach. I just could not lose the most precious person in my life, my most prized possession. 

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The ambulance arrived around twelve minutes since I made the call. They put Lottie on a stretcher and put her in the ambulance while the nurses gave her every care she needed. I still didn't know what she used or did to get herself in that state, since there were no traces of self-harm on her body. I sat in the ambulance on the side, holding her hand tightly, like I would never let go. "Hold on, Lottie. I know you're strong", I whispered, "Hold on for me, I still need you" 

When we arrived at the hospital, they got her out and took her to the operating theatre. I filled out some forms and paid for the treatment. I waited anxiously in the hall, and every time, a doctor or a nurse came out, I asked them about Lottie but they didn't answer as they were in a rush. 

After an hour, the doctor came out and following him, were about two nurses pushing a bed Lottie was in. She had an inhaler mask on. I was relieved. The doctor spoke to me, "It was a case of overdose. She's alright now. You can visit her in a couple of hours" 

"Thank you so much, doc. I'll forever appreciate your help", I said.  He then smiled and walked away. I still had a tear-stained face and I wanted to give Lottie the flowers when I'd see her. So I went home and cleaned myself up and brought the flowers again. It had been only about an hour and a half but the nurses let me inside to visit Lottie. 

She was already awake and I gave her the flowers. She smiled and put them on the table. She sat on the bed and left a space for me to sit on as well.

I was happy to see her again, a few hours ago, I thought I'd lost her forever. 

A/N: I don't know how it works in hospitals abroad but I did my best to simulate a scene which is alike. I hope you had fun reading. Please vote for this part if you liked it. I appreciate it.