No Angel ~ mason mount

part thirty one

**the events from this point onward are not in correlation to real time - eg, the World Cup being now! I'm not predicting World Cup results 😂 but going off Euros results instead!**

Months had passed rather uneventfully. The squad continued to find home at St George's Park camp, including Masons girlfriend, Jacks girlfriend, and latest addition Lauren - Decs girlfriend. Unfortunately for everyone, England had been placed in a lockdown meaning their stay was made longer than anticipated, but it wasn't unfortunate for the camp. That autumn, they bonded like never before. They became one big family, constant banter back and forth, constant love and reassurance to each other. Today, however, was the biggest day for all of them.

"I'm so nervous for the boys," Maeve told Sasha and Lauren as they walked to their seats in Wembley, arm in arm.
"Me too, but I know they'll smash it," Lauren responded. Of course, Laurens England top had 'Rice 4' on the back, Sasha's proudly displaying ' grealish 10 ' and Maeve's matching with Masons ' Mount 19 '.

Surprisingly to the girls, they were stopped by multiple fans all requested pictures; something that felt very unusual for Maeve as their whole time at SGP had been during a lockdown, meaning their only interaction with Masons fans was done online. It felt beyond strange for people to actually recognise her, and appreciate her.

The match was intense, the boys making a blink of eye contact with their beloved girlfriends once in a while with a smirk, but moving fast paced across the pitch with sweat running through their hair as they raced on.

It was the 89th minute and the score remained 1-1 for both England, and their opponents, Italy. It was feeling super tense, the girls gripping eachothers hands tightly, the stadium roaring more than had been heard yet that evening. And just as the full time whistle was about to blow, an Italian player reached the back of the net. 2-1 to Italy. And full time. Italian fans roared, the team jumping up and down hugging eachother and screaming across the entire pitch. They had won the World Cup. Maeve felt her heart sink, as did the majority of Wembley that night. The boys who had worked so hard for so long placed second, which I'm itself was an incredible achievement. But not the ideal outcome. The team kept their eyes to the ground, Bukayo and Ben rubbing their eyes, other members of the team hugging eachother, Dec holding Mase tight in his embrace. As they walked off the pitch, not a single glance was taken at the fans by any of the boys.
"Do you think we should go and see them, or will they want some space?" Maeve asked the girls as they watched their loves disappear down the tunnel.
"We'll give them a few minutes, then head down once the gaffers spoken to them and they've had a chance to calm down abit," Sasha assured them both, being the longest standing of the football boys relationships.

Entering the changing room at Wembley, a strange atmosphere hung in the air. An overwhelming atmosphere; clear despair, yet a air of positive insights.
"Well done boys, we're so proud of you," Sasha drew the boys' attention to us as we walked into the room. Mason immediately lay his eyes on Maeve, his previously teary chocolate gaze immediately lifting to one of relief, his face loosening into the tiniest smile. He immediately walked over to her, not a care in the world that he was just in his kit shorts. As he approached her, he wrapped his arms around the girl, burying his head in her neck as he held her tighter than she'd ever felt.
"Hey, Im so proud of you baby. I know it's not the result you all wanted, but that doesn't change the fact you worked so hard and whilst you truly deserve first place, second place is equally as incredible!" She whispered to him, stroking his neck and the lower of his head. She heard him sniff, nodding his head slightly.
"It's ok to be upset, I'm here. And i always will be. You inspire me every single day, Mason," Maeve felt herself welling up knowing the other half of her heart was unhappy. All she knew was she meant every word she said, and despite his mind clouded with defeat, he still felt the positives of what she was saying to him.
"Thank you, Im so lucky to have you," he pulled out of her neck, his teary eyes now focused on her own as he raised his lips to smile at her, his face just close enough to hers that she could admire every little feature. His stubble around his upper lip which smirked to her, the freckles across his nose, the dimples on his cheeks that lay just above his stubbled beard. He was so perfect to her, and she was perfect to him.
"Not as lucky as I am," she placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"One more night together at SGP, let's make it a good one," he took both of her hands in his, his smile growing.