stolen smile - a mason mount story

f o u r t e e n

Mason had been counting down the days til Florence arrived back from her holiday and he had been excited to finally hug her and beg for forgiveness, despite Florence insisting he had nothing to be sorry about. He had a lot of surprises planned for her and he had grown itchy with excitement. A few more days and they would be reunited.

Florence, Sasha and Trent had spent the past six days of their holiday in one continuous hangover, it almost became a daily routine for them to stay on their balcony and tan away from the crowds, watching the beach, thankful that they wouldn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of it all. "Can you believe that Florence Martin is cheating on Mason Mount with Trent Alexander-Arnold!" Sasha joked.

"No way, what a bitch." Florence scoffed. "I actually heard they were in a throuple."

"Lucky girl." Trent laughed. "Reverse John Terry."

Florence grabbed the bottle of tanning oil next to her and threw it at Trent, who successfully dodged it, laughing at her. "It's so stupid that the tabloids think Flossie, over here, would cheat on Mase when she said i love you first."

Mason woke up groggy from his phone ringing repeatedly. It was Florence. He pushed himself up and answered it. "Is everything okay, baby?"

"Just missing your voice, you never sent me any voice messages back!" She frowned. His heart fluttered as he watched her on the screen. Trent popped up behind her, waving eagerly.

"Mase! Your girlfriend here won't shut up about you. Loser."

Mason laughed, the slurring in their voices made it very clear to him that they were drunk. "Trent, mate, how much you both had to drink?"

"Lost count, lad. Sure the last time we were sober was 5 days ago."

Mason laughed at the pair that were now squabbling on the screen because Trent had stepped on her toe. "You two need to go to bed. Its your last day tomorrow!"

"Don't remind me, I don't want to come home."

Mason frowned. "Wow, I'll pretend like I didn't hear that."

Sasha had called it quits early that evening to ensure she would be able to make the most out of their last day in Mexico. Florence and Trent, however, decided they wanted to make the most of the cheap alcohol and beach and stay out all night drinking together. Sure, it wouldn't make the ongoing rumours any better but Mason, Trent and her knew the truth on their relationships and friendships. She didn't care about what the media reported otherwise. She had wanted to keep her and Mason private and enjoy her relationship without prying eyes. Florence was a firm believer of the evil eye.

The two friends had gotten back to their hotel room at 5am, unable to walk or see straight. They snuck past the sleeping Sasha and into the bathroom, giggling at their failed attempt of creeping. They stopped in their tracks as Sasha stirred. "Shush Trent, you'll wake her."

Florence got into the bed with Sasha, turning her back to her, facing Trent. "You're fuckin' fab, Arnold. Thank you for being my friend."

"Love you, Georgie!"

Sasha shook her friend gently to wake her up. "Wake up, Flossie! It's our last day, let's go enjoy the beach one last time, whilst we still can. Sleep out there for all I care but we are making the most of it before we leave!"

Florence let out a groan as she opened her eyes. The room was still spinning and the alcohol was still very present. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up."

They had decided to let Trent sleep and enjoy their last day together in peace and quiet. The sun was blaring, a cool breeze blew every so often. Florence put her earphones in as Sasha walked towards the sea to take a quick dip.