No Angel ~ mason mount

part sixteen

private messages : money mase and stonesy

Stonesy
mate
have you fucking seen your mrs' latest insta post

money mase
course I have
Im her biggest fan
But she's not my Mrs

Stonesy
why not?
she's fucking insane

money mase
Im aware of that mate 😂
idk she's just not, we haven't had that chat yet
don't get me wrong I like her, I like her a lot  and I'd like to think she feels the same

Stonesy
but haven't you guys like

money mase
if you are referring to sex then no we haven't
we genuinely were just having a pillow fight
like she's slept in my bed and I've slept cuddling her multiple times
but to me it's alot more than just a sexual attraction
like it sounds fuxking cringe but i genuinely have a connection with her, intimately and innocently
I see a relationship with her as a lot more than sex and as soon as I've built up the guts I'll try and talk to her to label it

stonesy
Good lad
I do think you should do it kind of sooner than later though, not that I think she would because you can just see in her eyes how much she adores you, but you don't want to risk her getting bored of waiting

money mase
yeah you're right
thank you big brother john

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Maeve tapped her finger nails against her bare face as she rested her chin on her hands, elbows against the white dressing table. Her eye were fixed on nothing in particular as her gaze swirled around the raindrops welcomed by the trees at the end of the field blowing in the wind. Despite being early autumn, the weather was growing more and more autumnal by the day. The pitch was no longer occupied by her friends, meaning they would all now be back in their rooms, or the canteen, or the gym. Surprisingly, the group had been somewhat quiet today. But then again, Maeve knew the boys were very busy. After her impromptu photo shoot with Sasha yesterday, who was staying with Jack for the camp, she had been feeling not quite herself. Everything seemed rather overwhelming, and she couldn't help but lack her usual energy and cheeriness. Her hair was still neat and wavy down to her lower back in brunette locks, but her face was bare of any makeup but lip balm and moisturiser. She simply wore some cosy sage joggers, an oversized matching hoody and some cosy fluffy socks.

"Shut up you dick," Bens voice became apparent to Maeve as he walked past her room, presumably to get to his at the other end of the corridor.
"I'm not wrong though, am I?" Declan replied to him, laughing.
"You are very wrong you melt," Ben whitted back to him, before the voices became more muffled and eventually a door closed behind them. The boys were obviously heading back to their rooms, then.

Mason pulled his cream hoody sleeves over his hands, shivering slightly despite his cream tracksuit and the warm shower he had just endured. He made his way down the naturally lit corridor where Ben, Declan, Jude and Maeve's rooms were; he had been with the boys training all day, and had heard very little from his MJ. Infact, no one had heard much from her at all. As he approached her door, he gently knocked.
"Mouse, it's me," he spoke softly at the door, incase she was worried about who it was. Before long, the door was gently pulled open, revealing the tiny girl who looked ever more innocent in her clean natural state.
"Hey, mase," she smiled, moving aside to let him into her room.
"Hi beautiful, I just wanted to check you're ok? We've not really seen you today," he placed his hands on her waist as the door shut behind them. Although he felt no need to keep his affection a secret, he did enjoy their privacy without any of the boys passing with undoubtedly crude comments.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just been feeling abit ill," she shrugged, assuring him with a smile. The truth was, she didn't know if she was fine. But she didn't want him to worry. She noticed his eyes scanning her for a second, before moving back to her face with a drop on his.
"Have you been crying?" He raised his eyebrows in concern, tightening his grip on her waist. She didn't respond, just looked to the floor. "Mouse, talk to me. What's going on?" He began to sound alarmed knowing his love was somewhat far from happy. She turned her back to him, beginning to work to her bed, before flopping on the duvet and inviting him over.
"Come cuddle me, then I'll explain," she raised her arms for a hug, sniffing as she did.