yours and mine - mason mount

eleven

Ella's POV:
These past couple of weeks have been hell. After long searching for an internship I selected one here in the city, I would work for them creating new ideas and sketches and getting paid well! Mason was ecstatic once I told him, I would begin the second year of Uni, seeing it only more convenient.

Me and Mason spent our summer well. We went on lots of dates, slept at each other homes, went back to our hometowns to visit our families, and grew a hobby of doing spa nights. He hates to admit it but, he secretly enjoys all the facemasks, and massages I give him.

The premier league would start soon, meaning Mason was packing his suitcases, a mess all around his room and closet. It pained me to see the sight, I know I'm being selfish but I don't want him to leave... It's going to be hard for especially since I'm starting school and work again.

All the kisses, warm embraces every morning ill miss. These past 5 months have been nothing but amazing. Last night we argued for the first time. Being afraid of confrontation, I didn't wanna admit all these feelings, so I started to distance myself from him.

He quickly noticed and didn't like that, what was a warm loving conversation turned into a heated one. We said hurtful things, but they were words that needed to be said, the lack of communication wasn't helping either. The timing is bad, I want to spend every last second before he goes.

The London sky turned grey and extremely cloudy, and soon rain poured, hearing it tap against the window. For the first time in a while, I cried myself to sleep. I felt guilty and hurt, but I knew it was my fault. We hadn't talked, not one single call or text.

I sigh before walking into the kitchen and bake some cookies, after cleaning my doorbell rings, a frantic knock appears next. Growing confused I opened the door to reveal a wet and drenched Mason. Him still with his training gear, little drops were dropping from his hair to his forehead and onto the floor.

I quickly pulled him inside, demanding him for him to undress while I got extra pair of clothes. When I came back, my cheeks flushed at the sight. Control yourself Ella... It's not the time...

"Why are you here?" my voice goes low, he looks into my glistening eyes.

"I don't wanna fight with you, nor argue. I'd rather argue over silly things like our differences in food, games, and even facemasks, but not like last night. I understand I said hurtful things, but you did too. Sometimes I can't read you Ella... it pains me. Why are you distancing yourself from me? Did I do something to hurt you?" his voice breaks at the end, making my heart wrench.

I shook my head unable to speak for a second. He rushed over to me and grabbed my cheek, forcing me to look at him, when I do so I sob. He's quick to hug me and comfort me. "I'm sorry Mase, I'm just scared I'm gonna lose you once you leave. I didn't want to admit it at first, but it's going to be hard. I'm so used to seeing you regularly, and for you to move a bit away is taking me a while to sink in."

"I don't wanna be selfish but it's truly how I feel. But I'm so happy for you at the same time. You're living your dream and so am I! I'm just gonna miss you, miss your warm hugs like this, random forehead kisses, and whatnot." I continued.

"I was scared I lost you last night, but I know this is difficult for you but it is for me as well. I just wished you didn't distance yourself, you shut me out. Please don't ever do that, if you needed your space just say that, and i will gladly do it. I don't wanna corner or make you feel stuck." his voice filled with hurt and hesitation.

"You don't make me feel cornered or stuck, trust me Mason. I'm just used to everyone leaving, leaving me alone with my thoughts and feelings. Anyone new I have met does that or takes advantage of me. It's not your fault but I won't do it anymore... Okay?"

He nods rapidly before hugging me tightly, his face tucked into my neck. We stay for this a while before I apologize. "I'm sorry, please forgive me?" I whisper.

"Of course, I forgive you, baby. Only if you forgive me for the hurtful things I said as well?" he grabs my cheeks locking our teary eyes, I nod and look down. He kisses my head before locking our lips together.

"I promise I will work on the communication, just give me some time..." I say. "For you I will wait, I don't wanna rush you into anything." he kisses me softly again, his lips are sweet. We look up and smile, we're okay now, that's all that matters.

"When I walked in I smelled something sweet and warm. What were you baking?" he asks following me into the kitchen. "Your favorite, red velvet cheesecake. Wanna help me pipe the whipping on top?" he nods accidentally and washes his hands.

As I prepare the piping bags, he comes up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, setting his chin on my right shoulder. "So how come you didn't take baking as a career?" Surprised at the question, I think about it carefully.

"Believe me I love baking, especially on special occasions but I didn't think it was for me as a profession, you know?" I shrug. When I'm done filling the piping bags, I gently remove myself from his grasp and walk over to where the red cookies played.

Doing the same gesture from before, I feel him wrap his arms again this time leaving short and firm kisses along my shoulder to my neck, distracting me. "Show me how to do it." unable to speak all I do is nod.

Grabbing the bag properly I began to show him. "You don't want to apply too much pressure or else it- wil-l get- me-ss-y..." my voice goes hoarse when his lips kiss my sweet spot. I squirm around his touch, "Then. What the next step?" he whispers lowly, making me breathe deeply.

"You want to gently start piping in a circular motion on t-top the coo-ki-ee" he hums and I continue. "Starting from the edge towards the middle." I turn around frustrated and hot.

"You're distracting me." I say firmly making him smirk, "I'm not doing a single thing..." he raises his hands in surrender before grabbing a bag and a cookie. He pipes it making me laugh at the attempt, "Looks like someone didn't listen" I tease.

We spend the rest of the evening frosting the cookie, him whining at times when it wouldn't come outright. I liked how determined he was to get it right. Impressed at the end, I make some warm hot chocolate, not caring about the heat and humidity outside.

I walk over to the couch with 2 mugs and a plate of cookies we decorated. He picks a movie but before we start it he records a video, recording the mugs and cookies before turning it to me, I smile and make a goofy face, making both of us laugh.

He cuddles into me, as he sits quietly eating and sipping on the drink. Getting near to the movie I hear small snores coming from him. I turn the movie off and let my sleep and tiredness take over me.