stolen smile - a mason mount story

s i x t e e n

Florence had rushed to Jack and Sasha's house, panicking at the thought. She had messaged Declan telling him she wasn't feeling too well and would be taking the day off and that she had let Camille know but that she would see him tomorrow instead. She knocked on the door, knowing that Jack had training early that day and would've already left meaning that Sasha would be awake.

"What are you doing here?" Sasha quizzed, a look of confusion on her face. "It's half seven in the morning!"

As soon as Sasha started speaking, Florence burst out into tears. "Sasha, I think I'm fucking pregnant."

"You what? You better be fucking messing with me."

"Do I look like I'm joking? Are you dumb?"

"Have you taken a test?"

Florence shook her head. "Of course not, I left the flat and drove here as soon as my bloody 'Flo' app told me I was late by two weeks."

"Fuck. Let's go buy some tests then."

Sasha got into the driver side of Florence's car as Florence was in no fit state to be driving. She had spent the entirety of the drive to the nearest shop bawling, talking about how she couldn't be pregnant and that Mason was at home panicking because she disappeared from her flat without letting him know where she was going. He had asked Declan if she had gone to his but was told no almost immediately and that Flossie had texted him that she wasn't very well. This, of course, panicked Mason further, as she had very obviously been ignoring his calls and no one had known of her whereabouts.

"Well?"

"I don't want to know, I'm nervous, Sash! I love Mason but fuck! I can't have his child. I've not even met his sisters yet. I'm panicking."

"Stop, you're making me stress." Sasha complained. "It'll be fine! You've got options!"

"I'm making you stressed? Fuck right off, Sasha. I'm going to be sick from stress."

Sasha smirked a little, a little laugh escaping her lips. "Orrr it could be morning sickness."

"I actually fucking hate you."

"Pee on the bloody stick, Florence."

Mason was pacing back and forth in the living room with Apollo hot on his trail, pacing alongside him. Aimee looked up from her phone, confused as to why he had been pacing like his bladder was filled and there was a massive queue to the bathroom. "Are you alright over there, Mason?"

"No, Florence is missing. I woke up this morning and she wasn't here anymore, no text or anything." He blabbered, every word he spoke making him panic even more. "She's not answering any calls or replying to any texts. I'm worried sick."

Aimee looked at him, shrugging her shoulders. "She's at Sasha's. She's done this before, don't stress yourself out."

"What? How do you know?"

"Remember when you first kissed her and she panicked and ran out and went straight to Sasha. Something clearly has scared her and she's run straight to Sasha." Aimee smiled at him. It was written all over his face that he was scared and worried sick. His hair was messy from him constantly running his hand through it and his face was pale. "Just 'low it, mate. She'll come home or call you when she's thinking straight."

Sasha watched as Florence paced back and forth in hers and Jack's bedroom, hands on her head as she picked at her scalp. Stressed wouldn't even be an accurate word to describe how Florence was feeling in that moment. Sasha felt dizzy watching the pacing but she couldn't take her eyes off her poor, distressed best friend. It was like watching a car crash. "Just go pee on the fucking test, Florence. Get it over and done with."