Football Imagines (England players mostly)

Sorry - Mason Mount and Phil Foden ft. Jack Grealish ( Part 1)

The warm summer wore away and my walks to the local park grew less frequent. Usually, I'd go there about every two or three days whenever I found some free time. Most of the time I was accompanied by Mason. We'd listen to music together and sometimes have slushies or ice-creams while walking. 

After taking a bath, I decided to visit the park since watching a movie would be boring without Mason. Uplifting cheery music blasting through my ears, I started walking down the street I resided in. Mason told me that he would go out with the boys and would not be back until the day after tomorrow. Lately, he had been hanging out a lot with them. Of course, I never minded it, but sometimes I missed his warmth next to me on the couch and the emptiness of the bed next to me was not something I liked. I'd fill up the space with pillows trying to trick my mind into thinking that he was there but it never worked out. 

Once I reached the park, I saw what my eyes could never believe, the feeling of the sight that my heart could never take, the man I had loved with all my heart sharing an ice cream cone with a girl, laughing and talking with her while grinning widely at her, like I never existed to him. He broke my heart into tiny pieces which would never be mended again. I felt like I had lost everything and a sinking feeling in my stomach made me lurch every now and then, even when I was not at fault. Tears welled up in my eyes and within a split second, they were falling uncontrollably. I took a picture of him, in case he'd lie to me if I argued with him. I would later use it as proof and show it to my brother Jack. 

He looked so happy, not even aware of how guilty he was for doing that. I always thought he was committed to our relationship, and I thought I could trust him with everything, even if my life was on the line. 

I had no one else I could go to, to feel safe now. When I moved to Cobham from Manchester, Mason became my only friend and later boyfriend. In Cobham, I knew no one else but him. I was introverted and I started regretting it. I could not deal with all that by myself. I decided to leave Cobham for Manchester as early as possible to where Jack lived. So I walked back to our apartment, the scene at the park playing over and over again in my mind. I would certainly never go to the park again, at least, not until I had gotten over this. 

As soon as I got home, I threw some of my clothes in a backpack that I'd be using at my brother's home in angst. I filled another bag full of clothes in case I decided to stay more than I expected. Teardrops from my eyes kept falling and some ended up wetting the surface of my clean clothes. I wanted to break up with Mason but I was still not sure about it. What I saw was unexplainable, but somewhere deep within my heart, I wished this was a misunderstanding. It would have been harder for me just to leave him and go, but at least I was not going to call a cheater the man of my life. He called me the woman of his life, the one who he fell in love with forever, but now I think he never meant it. 

(Time skip)

Halfway through the journey, Mason texted me:

Hey sweetie, how was your day? 

He clearly didn't notice me at the park. I was going to leave him on read but a couple of seconds later, he sent:

We need to talk. 

Without giving it a thought, I replied:

What happened?

I want to break up with you. I meant to tell you this before tho. 

What??? Just like that??

Ik. I'm sorry. We can't do this anymore. 

Since when were you so cold Mase?

Have you been cheating on me?? Since when??

Who is she?? Were you sleeping with her?

Amelia. For two weeks.

Mason dumped me over text. This day couldn't be more interesting. My heart was racing in my chest and I assumed it wouldn't stop doing so until I'd be at Jack's. I have been to his place only once. He moved to Manchester three months ago. He settled pretty well there. At first, he bought a small home with three bedrooms to stay in, and he expected to move out from there once he would adapt to Man City's play. But he ended up loving the home and didn't feel the need to stay elsewhere, so he never moved out. 

(Author's POV)

The Cobham-Manchester train went to a halt at its final station and it was time for Harper to get out. She eventually got out of the train, her hands laden with bags full of clothes. She made her way out of the station and took a taxi to a few streets near Jack's house. As soon as she got there, she paid the taxi driver and went straight to her destination without looking left or right anywhere to explore the beauty of the city, her feet trailing along from being exhausted from the long journey.  

The voice at the back of her mind kept repeating the words Mason sent her and tears fell from her eyes and ruined the mascara she wore. She ignored the people looking at her weirdly, hoping to be at her brother's as soon as possible while trying hard not to let sobs escape her mouth. 

When she arrived, she quickly knocked on the door and as soon as it opened, a figure stood behind it. Without even a greeting, she hugged him, and her bags fell to the ground with a loud thud. "He dumped me", she said between her sobs," Over text"