No Angel ~ mason mount

part three

@ maevejasmuis via insta stories

"come on then, Jadey bear, let's get you to bed," the Dutch girl unclipped her younger step sister from her booster seat, the child reaching up with grabby hands with a yawn. Maeve picked her up, making her laugh pretending to drop her through how big and heavy she was. Jade rested her head on Maeve's shoulder, twisting her long brunette hair round her fingers as she slowly closed her eyes.  She used her other hand to rummage through her white hand bag and find her keys, but as she approached the front door, she could hear unusually loud noise coming from inside. Her initial thoughts were linked to Declan being on his Xbox, shouting and laughing with his friends over a call, but then she pieced together the large amount of fancy cars on the drive. He must have friends here. She unlocked the cold golden door lock, pushing the front door, however realised the door was infact not locked, confirming her speculation. The noise died down slightly as she clicked the door shut behind the two of them.
"Dec?" Maeve called, from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey sisterssss," Dec slurred, skidding through the living room doorway and into the hall where the stairs were.
"Are you drunk?" Maeve laughed, rolling her eyes. She left him alone for a few hours.
"Pfft no, we've only had like six cans each," he tried to lean against the door frame, missing it and falling sideways. Maeve burst out laughing, protecting Jades head as best she could to ensure she stayed asleep.
"We?" She giggled, raising her eyebrows.
"Some of my football friends are here, they want to meet you by the way," he stumbled.
"Ooh football friends," she heard high pitch chorusing from the living room followed by masculine laughter erupting throughout the rooms.
"Let me put jade to bed and I'll be down, don't break anything in the meantime," Maeve sniggered, shaking her head as she headed up the stairs, the toddler still in arms.
"Goedenacht mijn liefde," Maeve whispered to Jade in Dutch. She was well aware she wasn't awake, and if she was she wouldn't understand what she'd said, but she always wished important people to her goodnight this way. It was how her father had put her to bed as a child after all. She tucked the Disney princess bedding into her small pink bed, making sure the child seemed cosy.

"Right, let's go and socialise," she whispered to herself, dusting herself down with a sigh infront of the mirror at the top of the stairs. She quickly took a selfie and uploaded it on her story. And then, she trudged down the cream carpeted spiral stair case to the living room.

As she walked through the door into the lounge, she immediately caught eyes with her step brother.
"Mouseyyyy," he called, opening his arms for a hug. She laughed, shaking her head, before running over to him and pouncing into his arms. They had only met weeks ago, but already they were best friends. She couldn't have asked for a better step family. As she lay between his legs on the sofa, he continued to hug her. She noticed multiple other males present in the room, most of which were interrupting their conversations to look at her.
"Hey guys, I'm maeve," she sat up with a smile, introducing herself.
"Oh they know," Declan sniggered, earning an elbow in the ribs from the boy sat next to him.
"We're not all as drunk as him, don't worry," the boy laughed. Maeve smiled back to him, noticing his brown hair flopping over his structured face, his blue eyes on her.
"I'm Ben," the boy waved.
One by one, the boys all came forward and introduced themselves. She had good conversations with the guys she now knew were called Jack, Phil, Jadon, Jude, Mason and Ben. They all continued chatting for a while. Mason and Jude were intensively focused on the Xbox as they played fifa against eachother. Maeve remained in conversation with Jack and Ben and Declan, Phil and Jadon sat on the opposite sofa, laughing together. The environment was surprisingly nice, considering Maeve was surrounded by a dozen drunk footballers that she had never met before.
"FUCK SAKE RICE MOVE," Jude shouted, causing everyone to fall silent, and Dec to raise his arms confused.
"Woah man I'm not doing anything?" He slurred, leaning in towards Jude.
"Not you," Mason laughed, shaking his head. "Well, yeah you but fifa you, you just nutmegged him."
The boys all erupted into laughter, but maeve didn't understand football chat. She chuckled to herself, admiring watching the boys in happiness.
"Where you going, mouse?" Jack asked, looking her up and down as she stood up from the sofa.
"Just going to get a drink, anyone want anything?" She replied, looking around the boys.
"More beers please," Ben grinned widely, dragging out the 'pleeeeease'.
"Yeah and can I have a," mason began, but soon paused the game and for the first time, turned to look at her properly. "Actually I'll come and help you bring them in," he quickly jumped up off the floor.
"Yes mase," jack whispered, fist bumping him, earning confusion from Maeve.
"Oh sure, thank you mason," she smiled in her Dutch accent. The two of them headed for the kitchen, hearing various comments from behind them.
"He's so trying to get in there,"
"He better not, I want her,"
"Try fucking living with her, she's well grumpy when she's tired."

The silence was comfortable as the two of them moved into the kitchen. Despite it being where Maeve lived, Mason ran slightly ahead and held the door open for her.
"Thank you," she replied, brushing past him into the kitchen. As she did, she noticed a masculine yet sweet chocolate scented aroma from him.
"You smell so good," she told him, laughing.
"Oh thank you! So do you," he replied, giggling with a slight warmth to his cheeks. It was the first time they'd properly looked at eachother. The lighting was dim in the cream and grey marble kitchen, but Maeve could still see into his adoring brown eyes, a floppy brunette quiff that he had perfected with his hands as they walked to the kitchen. He wore blue jeans and a beige-brown hoodie, with white Air Force shoes. He had a perfect level of stubble above his lip and across him defined chin. It felt like They had been staring for too long, so Maeve quickly moved past him and to the fridge.
"Here, you can take these to your friends," she handed him a new box of beer cans.
"Will do, what are you going to have?" He asked, grabbing the box from her, still failing to remove eye contact from her deep chocolate eyes.
"I was just going to take this bottle of vodka in, and some mixers. Then I'll decide in the lounge," she laughed, reaching for the bottle from the top shelf on her tip toes. Maeve was around 5ft 2, which didn't help her nickname of "mouse" given how small she was.
"Let me help," mason giggled, putting his hand on her back, alerting her she was ok to move across and let him grab the bottle.
"Thank you," she laughed, taking the bottle from him.
"You're welcome, mouse," he winked before following her back into the lounge.