𝗗𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 - 𝗠. 𝗠𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | ✔︎

𝟭𝟮. ➪ 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜𝗻 𝗜𝘁 𝗜𝘀...

Zoë's POV:

"He's here in five minutes Zara, five!" I shout down the line as I'm pacing around in my living room with my good friend Zara on the speakerphone. I'd been like this ever since I began with getting ready for tonight, but the closer the moment of truth comes, the more nervous I get. I'm afraid to screw it all up, again, especially after Mason's words yesterday.

"Girl, calm down already." A way more chilled Zara says. She's, ironically enough, at Reece's today, who also has helped a lot so far with calming me down before my dinner with Mason.

"W-what if he doesn't show up? Or if-"

"He'll show up, he's a fool if he won't." Reece calmly answers, his words making total sense. I shouldn't be stressful about his, seeing he's the one who asked me out in the first place.

"We'll have to go now though, me and Zara are having a date night ourselves." A beaming Reece informs on the other line of the phone, something which makes me smile from ear to ear. When I first found out about Zara and Reece I was shocked, Zara is a good friend of mine and I never expected her to be with the boy who tagged along with Tammy and Mason the second time they visited, yet here we are. Reece now is like my male best friend, he's been there for me and knows exactly what to say in every situation.

"Well, have a nice evening then the two of you." I genuinely wish as I can just sense Reece smiling as I'm speaking. There was no denying that he liked Zara and the same goes the other way around. They have the perfect relationship, loving, caring, hardly arguing, everything. I'm sometimes jealous of them, but mostly it's happiness what I feel for the lovely couple. I'm so proud of them for trusting the other person that much. I admire it and wish I have the courage to tell some more things about myself to Mason, even though he knows me well now. He doesn't know about the real me, what shaped me like this, and I'm not planning on telling him soon. Reece's and Zara's relationship make me realise that I will have to at some point, but at long as the time is not here I push it to the back of my mind.

"And don't shag too loud, you'll make babies if you will." I remark, receiving some chuckling from Reece and some bantering replies from Zara before the three of us hang up on each other. I have 2 minutes now before Mason comes around, so I make sure everything is still looking as it should, after all I want to impress him . I then make my way back to my kitchen, patiently waiting for him. It leaves me in excitement and nervousness, especially since I have zero control on the situation. I like to have control, but sometimes you just have to let it go, which is what I'm doing right now. I trust Mason, I want to trust him, and these are baby steps we have to make.

After 30 minutes he, however, hasn't showed up yet. It leaves me worried instead of exciting and nervous. I dial the guy, only for the call to go straight to voicemail, which makes me even more worried. As I pace around the small living room I have for 30 minutes a sudden buzz pulls me out of my thoughts. As I look I see if it's him that buzzing my appartement I can see a somewhat half reasonably dressed Mason standing at my door. He seems drunk, but despite that I buzz him in, hoping he at least has a good explanation or being too late at this important dinner.

"Mason, why are you late?" I ask when he's at my door, but instead of getting a response the boy casually makes his way into my house. He leaves me a bit confused as he makes his way to the kitchen.

"Is t-that chicken?" He asks, giggling after. I shake my head as I sit down, Mason copying my movements. As he reaches for it I put the dish I made for the two of us to the side. I want an explanation first.

"Ooh please Z, let me eeeat." He makes his way to me as he drags his words, which makes me believe he's drunk. He never drags out words, or acts this weird.

As I'm thinking about the causes of this sudden behaviour the boy is now standing behind my chair. He leans over as he tries to press a kiss to the crook of my neck, his arms snaking its way around me in the meantime. As I try to push him off I notice his scent is different, which makes me question the boy even more. As he finally makes his way from my neck to my ear the two of stare at each other, only for the scent to come back. It's a scent I could recognise from far away, even though I didn't at first, and it makes my blood boil. He smells like woman perfume and as I inspect him closer I can see his lips being swollen, probably a result of making out with someone.

"Out." Is the only thing I say to Mason. He looks at me with a sad expression as I look at him, no emotion visible. Inside, however, I'm furious and hurt. I can't believe what he's done, especially not after we agreed to give it our all, the both of us. It makes me wonder if he did it before.

"Zoë, please hear me out." A begging Mason pleads as he nears me, only for me to walk away from him.

"Listen, Zoë," He says as he's facing me. His face shows guilt, but I can't care less. All I want is space from him, but seeing he's still in my apartment space hardly can be created between the two of us at the moment. I just need to think straight, and his presence clouded my thoughts.

"It, it was a mistake okay? I had an off day on training so I went to a pub to drink something. I ended up meeting this girl and-"

"You're still drunk, you've made out with her to say the least and attended our second date 30 minutes late?" I ask, Mason sort of nodding his head at me. I make my way to the front door, which I hold open for him, motioning him to get out of my house. He seems to get the hint as he puts his coat on and leaves.

"Just know that I care about you Zoë and that I've made a mistake." A sad Mason confesses, leaving me a bit speechless. I'm confused, upset but mostly hurt. He's the last person I'd expect it from, the last person I thought I'd get hurt by, especially after his reassurance.

"You've never cared for me Mason, and you never will."

And with that I shut my door, sliding down afterwards. The thought of him with another girl makes me puke. It's something I never imagined, but now that it happened multiple scenarios play on repeat in my head. I then get a call, me standing up to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask, a bit unsure at to who could call me at this time.

"Hello, is this Zoë Williams?" A familiar voice asks, leaving me a bit shocked and speechless. Out of all people, she was the last one I thought I'd receive a call from.

"Amelia, hey!"

-Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ Wᴏʀʟᴅs-