Imagine your new step brother is a world renowned footballer, qualified to the England national team with a group of incredibly beautiful best friends. And imagine the most handsome of them all, his childhood best friend, could be your boyfriend.
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@ masonmount Perfect ❤️ @ maevejasmuis Thank you ❤️
@ jazbenham Gorgeous girl, head up 😘 @ maevejasmuis Love you so much ❤️ @ jazbenham Love you too, now reply to my text x
@ sasharebecca 👀👀👀 @ maevejasmuis 😘😘😘
@ declanrice Sis actually looking alright @ maevejasmuis Dec actually being nice to me??? That's new
@ user1 Why are you being so blunt with mason wtf 😂
@ user2 Are we just ignoring the obvious tension here between mase and maeve and her being told to keep her head up??? @ user3 ITS OUR CHANCE MASON GO FOR ME
@ user4 If they broke up why would mason and his family be commenting? Get a grip guys 😂 * liked by @ masonmount*
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Days had passed since Maeve had departed from the Mount-Muis house and headed back to her family household instead, and gradually she was feeling better. She'd spoken to Mason over text and she did believe him, but a stubborn part of her was too scared to jump straight back in. After all, she was upset he didn't just block her in the first place, despite Masons reassurance that he simply didn't have time, or get around to it. He had, of course, now blocked her.
"Mouse?" Maeve's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice at the doorway. "Yeah?" She sniffed, letting her step brother know that he could come in to her room. He was worried about her, admittedly. But he was also worried about his best friend. He wanted nothing more than for the two of them to be together again, happier than ever. As he entered the room, he wasn't surprised to see her sat on the edge of her bed, her knees to her chest and her face bare with obvious tear stains. "How are You feeling?" He sat beside her, resting his hand on her knee that was covered with her baby blue leggings. "I'm fine," Maeve whispered, her eyes locked on the ground as a familiar lump grew in her throat. "This isn't just about mason, is it?" Dec whispered back, still attempting to gain eye contact from her. After a few moments of silence, her teary brown eyes met his as she shook her head. "I miss dad so much," she began, covering her eyes with her matching blue hoodie sleeves. Dec nodded assuring, pulling her close to him. "It never gets easier. But this years even harder. I think of him and my mum, and I just want what they had, true love, soul mates. I thought I had it, and then I pushed my own soul mate away because of another girls actions. It's not his fault, it never was. I just need him," Maeve sobbed, almost causing Declan to well up as he listened to her audible struggle. "Trust me, sis, he needs you too. He needs nothing more. These past few days he has been absent from the group chat, I've been round to see him and he's just said he feels ill and goes to bed. He's shutting the world out, at the end of the day you are each other's worlds and it can't go on like this. Please, go and talk to him properly?" Dec sighed, reflecting on the struggles of the past few days. Maeve thought for a second, but she really needed no longer to know she needed the boy. The boy who had stolen her heart all those months ago, and still did every day. She craved his touch, to be in his arms and comfortable again. "Okay," she smiled, giving her brother a hug.
The drive from the Rice household to Mason and Maeve's home was 5 minutes maximum, but today it felt longer than ever. Admittedly, the girl was anxious, more anxious than anything. What if she got there and he didn't want to see her for walking out days ago? What if he'd moved on and didn't want anything to do with her? The thoughts echoed around her brain, until she pulled up at the large house on the outskirts of the village. She parked her Audi behind his car, taking a deep breath and heading for the black front door. Of course, she had her keys with her, but she didn't feel it would be appropriate to walk straight in, so she shakily raised her hand to ring the doorbell. In tension, the girl waited what felt like minutes, although in reality it was about ten seconds before the door was carefully opened, the footballer standing the other side. He wore a pair of black joggers, a grey hoodie with a black Nike tick and his hair covered in a black beanie. "Maeve?" His eyes lit up, a smile appearing on his somewhat pale face. "Hi, baby,"
