mason mount and y/n

the look

We listen as the commentary starts building up to the reveal of the players. Only one minute to wait! This was so exciting, my first ever live football match. 30 seconds..., Belgium were really good, what if we didn't win. 20 seconds..., all day I had been thinking about how amazing it would feel when we win and when I could see him on the pitch, but now neither of these options were certain. 10 seconds..., oh my god, it's happening. 5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"Here they come, both the teams are walking onto the pitch. Ah ha, Frank, Ian, I have just been sent the confirmed lineups for both teams..."

Daisy and I watch as the players strode onto the pitch. I was so thrilled for this moment, yet I couldn't see the people properly, we were too far away and on the wrong side of the pitch to see their numbers clearly

"Y/n, oh my god, I can't see, who are they!" Daisy went scurrying around the room looking for something, though I didn't care about her sudden movements enough to take my eyes off the blurry players on the pitch. I heard the sound of books falling off bookshelves, rattling of dice and the opening of drawers until she jumped over the sofa back to her original position. I broke my eyes from the squad for a split second and saw that Daisy had been looking for (and obviously successful in her search) binoculars.

"The Belgium squad is as follows... We have Courtois in goal. Alderweireld, Vermaelen and Vertonghen at the back. Meunier, Tielemans, Witsel and Hazard in the middle. Kevin De Bruyne, Doku and Romelu Lukaku and the front. Great lineup, England may struggle to beat this. And for England, we have... Jordan Pickford as the goalie, Stones, Walker, Chilwell and Luke Shaw at the back. It's an Interesting choice for Gareth to not bring on Harry Maguire initially but I'm sure he has a structured game plan, so I won't doubt it. Phil Foden, Mason Mount and Declan Rice in the middle, and Kane, Sterling and Greenwood at the front."

The moment I heard his name, Daisy and I cheered in sync. She lowered her binoculars and looked at me with a joyous expression. I could feel the stretching of my cheeks, my ears twitching from the extensiveness of my smile. England began to sing the national anthem, Daisy and I both joined in, singing at the top of our lungs, the shouting enhancing our happiness as we danced around the room. Once Belgium had finished singing theirs, Daisy pulled up the binoculars that were now hanging around her neck by a thin, black piece of rope, preparing for the kick-off. 

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, OH MY GOD Y/N, HE'S LOOKING AT US, HE'S LOOKING AT US!" Daisy screamed. I couldn't believe it, I had just really started to believe that this was all a coincidence, yet these constant signs were a lot to disregard. 

"YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING,"  I screamed back at her. These coincidences were starting to get out of hand. I grabbed the binoculars and snatched them from around Daisy's neck. The little clip connect them to her broke away without a fight and I swiftly raised them to my eyes. I went searching around the pitch to try and find his face until I saw Mason standing there innocently smiling up at me. I could sense the eye contact and did not doubt at that moment that I was the one he was smiling for. I waved down at him hesitantly and watched his smile grow further. The next couple of seconds were the best ever, the sheer fact that he was looking at me, made me feel happier than ever. Declan walked up to him from behind and threw his arm around Mason's shoulder, dragging him away from my eyes. They had started noticeably talking as they walked into their positions of the field. Once they were in formation, I noticed Declan cautiously look up at me with a slight smirk. With the binoculars still attached to my skin, I smiled feeling my heart sob with joy. Had he been talking to Declan about me? Had he been thinking of me as much as I thought of him? I couldn't believe this. This meant that he had bought the box for me on purpose. How would he have known where to look? 

Just pondering the situations that just happened had caused me to miss the initial kick-off. I watched as Declan Rice was passing throughout the defence. To Stones, to Pickford, back to Stones, to Maguire. Did this mean he thought I was pretty? To Foden, to Grealish, back to Rice. This was the first time I had felt pretty in ages. Long ball to Kane, a strike and a miss, ending in a goal kick. Could Mason Mount potentially like me?

Okay maybe I was overthinking this, I'd only ever spoken to him three times, yet every time I thought about him, I felt as if I had known him all my life.