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𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈- 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽

The England camp in March came round a lot faster than Sophia thought it would. She had felt like they had only just sorted out their plans for the two weeks before the taxi's were arriving and the social media teams had filled up the whole of the foyer at St George's Park with content stations and paid partnership bases.

However she felt herself so jittery all morning ahead of the boys arriving.

Since their night in the hotel room and the subsequent morning too, Sophia and Mason hadn't seen each other again. But it wasn't like all the times before. It wasn't a way of them trying to create a space if anything it was the complete opposite.

Mason had told her that however much he wanted things to happen between the two of them that he would wait for her to be ready, basically reiterating what he said at Christmas.

He didn't want to rush things with her, he knew that they couldn't just be together instantly so he told her that he wouldn't push her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with.

So, he didn't. However, before she had even made it out of London she had text him telling him that she was going to miss him, and he held onto that message like it was an admission of love.

Mainly because it was the first time that Sophia had really made herself vulnerable around him, he could feel that this was already becoming more than what it was but instead of rushing things like he usually would he kept his cool and replied telling her he missed her too.

And that's how things went, they had messaged back and forth in the weeks between then and now. They had even started facetime calling, it had been an as and when occurrence to start with whereas now it was almost every night, when he wasn't playing football, and they would catch up about their days.

He could listen to her talk forever, hearing her tell him about the planning meetings she had been in or the training schedules they had been doing, joking about Josh testing out some of the drills before almost throwing up and deeming it not safe to roll out for the team.

She told him about the performance reports she had to collate every week from the data the FA provides her. She joked that since his birthday his performance had only seemed to increase which he couldn't help but joke that that had everything to do with Sophia, that she had made him want to be better, which only made her blush more.

He told her about the Chelsea training schedule, filling her in on the antics in the dressing room. He had told her about the way Tammy had been hiding one of Reece's socks for a couple of weeks now every time he goes to get ready and even though they all found it funny at first it had come to a head when Reece ended up taking one of Rudiger's, who then took one of Kai's and so on and so on, so now no-one has their right kit and the Billy wasn't very happy with any of them.

He told her about what he had been up to outside of football, which wasn't a lot. He said he was having a little house party after the England camp that he had invited her too, but she said it might be a bit too soon for that, which even though he was partly annoyed as he wanted her there he couldn't help but emphasise the word soon in his head, maybe soon she would be there.

They had only facetimed last night, Mason sat on his corner sofa, a large grey hoodie on while he laid back against the cushions while Sophia was already in bed in her hotel room at St George's Park ahead of their arrival tomorrow, a baggy white t-shirt on and her normally flowing brown locks scraped up in a bun with her glasses resting on the end of her nose.

"You're beautiful, you know that right?" he said with a smile as he watched her blush, he couldn't get over the contrasting images he had in his head of Sophia.

"Stop it" she said letting out a laugh as she pushed her glasses back up, having only put them on because she was trying to finish off some last-minute prep for tomorrow when Mason had called her.