All I need ~ Mason Mount

Part five

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Guess what

@ masonmount
What's up?! What happened?!

@ bea.willows
I got a cold in the end anyway
And I blame Ben tbh

@ masonmount
That is 100% Bens fault and I will be telling him off at training for it🙄
But on a real are you ok? Do you need anything?!

@ bea.willows
A coffee
A cuddle
And a best friend that doesn't make me wait outside in the rain for hours for a footballer

@ masonmount
I can provide coffee
And cuddles
I can be your best friend

@ bea.willows
Bestie mase <333
Don't actually worry about any of that I'm joking I'll be fine but thank you!

@ masonmount
I am worrying about all of that and I am currently in Starbucks, what do you want??

@ bea.willows
Caramel iced latte please bestie xxx

@ masonmount
On my way xxx

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Bea grunted, rolling over in her 'sick day' bed she had made on the corner sofa out of cushions and a spare duvet, her eyes fixed on the show on the TV. Lucy was at work at a hair salon in town today, meaning Bea had the entire house to mope around. She lay in Lucy's oversized Chelsea shirt, ' Chilwell 21 ' imprinted on the back. But Bea didn't mind, she was purely wearing it because it was so big and comfy. Her face remained bare and her hair straight to her waist.

Moments later, her focus on the TV show was interrupted by her phone pinging.

Direct message from Mason Mount

@ masonmount
I'm outside xx

@ bea.willows
I'm too cosy just come in xx

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After her message had been sent, she heard the front door gently creak open, the footballer entering with a Hollywood smile, his dimples prominent through his stubble.
"You're the best, Mase," She sniffed, sitting up under the duvet to collect the cup of ice cold coffee off him.
"I know," he winked, sipping his own drink. "Nah honestly it's my pleasure, colds are the worst," he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out in sympathy.
"They really are," she sniffed, grabbing a tissue from the box next to her and holding it to her nose. She was aware it wasn't the most flattering second impression for her new friend to see her in this state, but she wasn't aware he disagreed.
"Come here," he snuggled himself into the corner of the sofa, near her head, opening his arms. She smiled at his invite, shuffling herself over to rest her head on his chest, his arms latching around her as hers attached to his abdomen. She couldn't deny he smelt delightful - warm, chocolatey and masculine. And he couldn't deny she smelt amazing - like clean coconut and vanilla. He held her tight as she wrapped the duvet over him too, Mason resting his cheek on the top of her head. His fingers gripped the top she was wearing, before he moved his head abruptly to face what she was wearing.
"Are you wearing a chelsea shirt?!" He teased, his eyebrows raised as his eyes locked with hers.
"It's Lucy's, it's just really comfy," she laughed, with a shrug.
"Does that mean it has Chilly's name on the back?" Mason laughed, the girl sitting herself up out of his grip and turning her back to him to show him the name on the back.
"How dare you, I thought I was your favourite," he teased, gently pulling her back across his chest, tickling her neck in playful punishment.
"Mase stop I can't breathe," she laughed hysterically at the feeling.
"Not until you say I'm your favourite," he laughed, tickling her slightly lighter.
"You - you are my favourite!" She spoke between giggling fits.
"Good girl," he whispered, removing his fingers from her neck and running them over her shoulders, pulling her tight again. She relished this feeling, smiling to herself as she cuddled into her new friends safety.
"Infact, that's not enough. You have to prove it to me," he interrupted the moment with a smirk, looking down to her.
"And how do I do that?" She asked, a confused look on her face. His eyes remained sunk into her gaze for seconds, before he shuffled.
"Wait there," was all he spoke before he jumped up from the sofa and headed for the front door. Bea sat up against the sofa with a giggle, wondering what on earth he was doing. Moments later, he returned with a piece of blue material in his hand.
"Now this one is yours," he smiled, handing her the top. She opened it out, reading ' Mount 19 ' written across the back of the shirt.
"Don't you need this?!" She laughed, dropping it on her lap and looking up to him.
"I'll get another at the next match," he shrugged.
"Turn around," she smirked, grabbing the waist of the shirt she was currently wearing and pulling it over her head, replacing it with his shirt.
"Much better," she stated with a giggle, implying he could once again face her, a smile on his face as he read the back of the shirt.
"Perfect," he smirked, shuffling himself back under her as he threw his arms tightly around her and once again placed his cheek on her head, his fingers tickling up her arm, without realising soothing the girl to sleep. She closed her eyes gently against his chest, feeling overwhelmingly safe.
"Sleep well, Bea," he placed a soft kiss against her head, unbeknownst to the girl who had drifted into a comforting snooze.