𝗗𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 - 𝗠. 𝗠𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | ✔︎

𝟳. ➪ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵

Zoë's POV:

It's Monday, a day I usually dreaded. Today is different, however, seeing Tottenham will play against Aston Villa tonight and as it seemed right now Stefan would be playing in the starting eleven.

Besides the fact that Stefan might have his first game with the first team, I still have to work, which brings the mood a bit down again. Reece told me he'll stop by after he'd trained however and hearing he'll come around makes me smile already. The two of us have bonded so much over the weekend and his presence already made me feel at ease.

It was currently 8 a.m. and seeing I'm up way to early I'm reading 'Pride and Prejudice' with my glasses on and my hair in the messiest state it could be. I've always loved reading, it being some sort of escape from reality to me.

Suddenly my apartment gets buzzed. While I grown out of annoyance I walk towards the buzzer and buzz the person in, not caring who'd come up the stairs for once.

When I hear someone knocking on the I open it, only to be greeted by a somewhat taller boy with blue eyes, eyes I recognise too damn well.

"Mason? What are you doing here?" I ask a little surprised and above all confused, especially after our fall out yesterday.

"Well I'd like to talk to you, so can I come in?" He innocently asks as he offers me a bouquet of flowers he'd most likely bought along the way. The thought of it gets me a bit flustered, but I try to shrug it off, especially after what happened yesterday.

"Only if you don't mind of course." He adds as I take the bouquet he offered me, a soft smile plastered on is face, one irresistible to deny.

"Of course." I step aside so the boy could enter my apartment. He takes off his coat and gives me a quick glare before making his way through the small hallway I had.

"Watch out though, you might see a naked Reece running around." I add, a playful tone in my voice as he gives me a little shove on my shoulder.

"You really do like games." Mason points out, the two of us making our way through the apartment as he cautiously looks around the place I live in. Even though the boy had knocked before and knew where I lived he'd never been inside, so with this being his first time he scans his surroundings, paying attention to everything he comes across.

"Coffee or tea?" I gently ask as he turn around from the shelf where all my books are stood with a book in his hand.

"Coffee." He simply replies as he puts the book back on the shelf, me making my way to the kitchen in order to prepare the coffee the brown haired boy asked for. As I'm stood there I mentally curse myself for being this awkward, not letting him into my apartment as well as not starting a conversation at all.

After I'm done with making his coffee and my tea I join him on the couch were he was chatting away with someone on his phone. When he notices me he immediately puts it away, giving me all of his attention.

"Listen Zoë." He gently gets a hold of my hand with his left as his right fiddles with his sleeve, something Reece also did at the party. When I asked him about it the other day he said it's something people often do when they feel anxious or nervous, meaning that whatever is coming is something Mason is a bit anxious about.

"I've been wanting to talk to you since yesterday, but seeing you were a little bit mad with me was an understatement. I've thought multiple times about the situation and I always come to the same conclusion, which is that I've been a bit of an arse. Reece explained to me what happened again Saturday and that you felt comfortable around him. I guess I just want to be the same for you, if not even more." He stands up with his hands in his hair, a nervous expression visible on his face. I'm taking aback a bit by the sudden seriousness of the conversation, shaking my head a bit in unbelief. He couldn't be serious about this, right?

"I jumped to fast to conclusions and I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry a lot. I hope I can make it up to you with a date. I've been wanting to ask you out ever since the first day I've met you and I think this is the right moment to ask." He says as he's now sat down again, now fiddling with his sleeve again, even more than before. I think through everything he confessed to me, from his regret of being such an arse to wanting to take me out on a date, something which sounds surreal to me.

"Hey Mason," I stroke the back of his head a bit as he puts it into his heads, obviously a bit of a mess now. Confessing or apologising always do something nerve wracking, so I couldn't blame him.

"It's ok, don't worry." He looks up, only to be met with a warm smile. I want him to feel at ease, not tense. He shows me a smile as he places his left hand on my lower back, gently rubbing it over my skin. I feel comfortable in this situation with him, and by the looks of it he does too.

"Don't blame this all on yourself. I already reckoned you liking me, so for me to head off with Reece like that isn't fair. Your reaction isn't the craziest too, maybe you indeed jumped a little too fast to a conclusion, but I think everyone would've done the same as you did, even though I don't know about the vase." We chuckle a bit.

"I truly thank you for the compliments, but I'm afraid I have to reject your offer about the date." I look down in my lap as I feel his hand breaking contact with my lower back. I reminded myself of the fact that I'm doing him a favour here. I've been convincing myself about it ever since the party. I just can't be with him.

"Why?" He confusingly asks, him looking at me in a surprised manner.

"You don't get it my love. It's complicated." I bite my nails, which was a habit of mine when I was nervous. This was a very nerve wrecking situation , turning someone down always is.

"Then help me understand Zoë." He softly answers while taking my hands into his again, clearly wanting this situation to work, even though there shouldn't be a situation in the first place. I don't deserve him. He deserves a prettier, smarter and above higher classed person than I am. I'm below his level and we both know it.

"Alright, I'll make it loud and clear. I'm not good enough for you." I bluntly answer as I feel my heart pumping. I was doubting myself about even turning him down, but now there was no way back.

"Not good enough? It's more like the other way around. Why wouldn't you be good enough for me Zoë?" He asks as the boy is truly confused, it being written all over his face.

"Because you can get so much more girls Mason. Girls that are more intelligent, girls that have graduated from university, girls who don't struggle with coming around while living in a small apartment, girls that look better than me and I can go on if you want. My point is that you're this great footballer who is a star player for one of the biggest teams in the world while I'm a waitress in a restaurant down the street who pay me enough to live in this small apartment and do some grocery shopping. I'm too low class for you." I point out. It's true though, and he knows it.

"I need you to leave now. I have to revise about it all after this." I add while rising from my seat, indicating he should stand up too to prepare himself to leave, something which I wanted to happen rather sooner than later.

"Just know Mason that I do fancy you, but that I won't satisfy you." I state before walking away, hoping he'd share the same vision as I do rather soon.

As I'm in the hallway I walk to the front door, holding it open for the boy so he can leave, him following right behind me. He quickly grabs his coat from my coat rack.

"I disagree, but I'll wait until you come around."

And with that he walks down the stairs, looking at me one more time before disappearing.

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