Football Imagines

Telephone -Mason Mount

Summary: Though you felt happy that Mason recovered from his injury and was able to play, you couldn't help but feel hurt by his behaviour not long after. Would you make up or break up?

Author's Note: I've posted this before which you can find on my tumblr @ whiskeypowder though I've made a new blog just for my footballer fics @ weddingdisco

WARNING: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

You were wrapped around your blanket on the couch, clearly feeling blue. The tv was watching you, not the other way around cause you were too busy looking at your phone -hoping it would ring and the screen would lit up, showing your favourite man's name on the screen. You hadn't been able to see him lately due to his busy training schedule. It was his request as well that he would be the first to call, just in case he was in some serious meetings or training session. At first you paid no mind, but after weeks of feeling neglected, you were growing irritated at his behaviour.

Just like days before, today he was supposed to call you hours ago just as he promised. You started to think that he forgot, just as he always did. You really didn't want to disturb his training or whatever he was doing. No matter how much you tried to understand, still, you couldn't help but to feel hurt over his lack of effort.

You were beyond bored -been scrolling instagram, liking friends' posts, scrolling through reels, watching cat videos and anything that could take your mind off of your boyfriend. But nothing worked. Your attempts to distract yourself only proved your point that he did forget about you. Just as you were about to put your phone down, a notification popped up.

Mason Mount just posted a new video

So apparently he had time for tiktok.

After contemplating whether to open it or not, you decided it would be best if you opened it. At least you didn't have to wonder what he was so busy doing that he couldn't even find the time to call you.

At first it was just Chilly on the screen playing VR and some guy sitting in the background, making you frown as to why he posted a video of his friends and not himself. But he appeared not long after, sneaking up on his friend. You watched it with a blank expression, even after he shoved his friend making him fall. Not to mention, his choice on the back song was shit.

'oh so you're still very much alive'

You closed your tiktok after leaving a comment on his post and put your phone on the table. Leaving Mason's fans went mad over it and not even a minute, it already got hundreds of likes and replies from his fans.

Humming a lullaby to yourself, you didn't even bother to turn off your tv as your brain was shutting off on its own. By the time your phone rang, you were already drowning in your dream.

"I know he can be a dickhead, but why don't you reach him out first?" Your boyfriend's sister asked over the phone.

"He was the one who told me not to call him first unless it's an emergency. What do you want me to do? Faking death just so he calls me?"

"Jeez, I can't believe both of you can be this stupid-"

"Hey! I'm calling for support, not for you to insult my intelligence."

"Y/N, I'm going to be frank with you, alright?" She took your silence as a yes. "I told you this a long time ago and I'm telling you this again today. You need to swallow your pride. If you miss him, say so -call or text him. A simple text wouldn't ruin his so called important meetings, Y/N. He can be too caught up on football sometimes, just as you sometimes do with your uni when you're nearing finals."

You just listened to her, biting your lip anxiously as she continued. "Don't just sulk and be devastated when you don't get what you want."

Faint footsteps approaching, but you were too concentrated with the call to notice.

"What are you doing?" Your body jumped at the sudden sound announcing itself. Turning your face to your door, there you saw your boyfriend making his way to your bed. For a moment you forgot that you were mad at him when you saw him in his grey sweatpants -your favourite look of his. But then you quickly shook your head when you remembered he practically had been ignoring you for the past few weeks.

"It's him?" The woman on the other line said. Half asking, half stating.

"Yes, I'll talk to you later -Yes, yes. I'll keep you updated. Bye."

"Who were you talking to?" He asked, getting himself comfortable on your bed.

You shrugged it off, throwing back a question to him instead. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to see you," He moved to sit on the edge of your bed and sighed. "You've been ignoring my calls since last night -and you didn't reply to any of my texts at all." He added.

"And why does that bother you?"

"What do you mean? You're my girlfriend and I was worried about you."

"I don't remember being your girlfriend, so..."

There was a look of confusion on his face, his mouth hung open.

"What does that even mean?"

"You barely talked to me the past few weeks. So don't come at me and tell me I'm ignoring you when it's the other way around, " You confessed, eyes your lap -not daring to look him in the eye.

The tension was thick in the air.

You lifted your head, taking a quick glance at him. And your eyes met. Watching him sitting on your bed -the one you shared with him sometimes, a single tear glided down your cheek. He was looking at you with a heavy look. His hands were on his knees.

"I wanted to call you, but you said what you said. I know how important this season is for you, so I tried my best to understand your reason behind all this. But the past few weeks have got me thinking-"

You stop mid sentence, lungs begging for air. "Maybe it's best if we have a break-"

"No." He objected, getting up to his feet and walked over to where you sat.

"Mason, listen-"

He crouched down on his knees before you, taking your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. "No -no, baby. I know I haven't been a good boyfriend for you. I just started to play again after the injury -the injury you had to deal with as well," He began to pour his heart out with slightly trembling lips.

"I was just too caught up with it, I spent too much time hanging out with my mates even though I've already seen them in the training. I felt really good because I haven't been able to do this for a while, but I disappoint you in exchange. And you have the right to be upset."

He brought your hand to his face, putting feathery kisses to your knuckles. "I know I can be difficult to deal with and I'll forever be grateful for you putting up with me," He murmured, eyes never leaving yours.

"I feel like our relationship will only jeopardise your career if we go on like this." You interrupted him.

"That's why we won't be going on like this. Just give me a chance to fix it, okay?" He pleaded.

"We both should fix this, Mase. It's you and me in this relationship." You run your free hand through his tresses.

"Just until the season ends. You can concentrate on your career and get back to where you left off while I do the same with uni."

You could see the hurt lingering on his face, and you couldn't blame him. You caressed his cheek, trying to savour the moment. The temptation to just kiss him was intense, but you held yourself back for the sake of your sanity.

"I'm still your no.1 fan though. And I can assure you, you will find me here by the end of the season."