miss americana and the heartbreak prince || mason mount

c h a p t e r t w e n t y - t h r e e

" We were in the backseat, drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar"

Y/N Southgate- 'Cornelia Street'

August 21st, 2021

The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Mason lying peacefully beside her. A smile tugged at her lips as she leaned over and peppered gentle kisses on his cheek, his forehead, and every inch of exposed skin she could reach.

Mason's eyelids fluttered, and a soft sigh escaped his lips as he slowly woke from his sleep. His eyes met Y/N's, and a tender smile spread across his face. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice laced with affection.

"Good morning," Y/N replied, her voice filled with adoration. She couldn't help but admire the way the morning light danced in his chocolate brown eyes and how his hair fell in soft waves that she loved to run her fingers through.

As the day progressed, Mason suggested a night out with his England friends, wanting to celebrate and unwind after a rigorous training session. Y/N agreed, looking forward to a night of fun and laughter. They joined their friends at a vibrant club, the music pulsating through their veins as they danced the night away.

But as the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, and Y/N found herself succumbing to the intoxicating effects of alcohol. Her inhibitions slipped away, and her words became unfiltered and bold.

Sensing Y/N's growing inebriation, Mason became the responsible one, taking charge of the situation. With a tenderness that only he possessed, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style through the crowded club towards the exit. Concerned gazes followed them, but Mason's focus remained solely on Y/N's well-being.

He hailed a cab and gently settled Y/N inside, her head resting against his shoulder. The cab ride was filled with Y/N's drunken ramblings, her words slurred but filled with sincerity. "I am in loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee with you," she declared, her voice full of drunken conviction.

Mason's heart skipped a beat at her confession, his eyes never leaving her face. He listened intently as she continued, her words pouring out in a jumble of emotions. "I love your chocolate brown eyes and your fluffy hair," she mumbled, her fingers reaching up to brush through his locks.

Y/N's voice grew softer, and she whispered, as if sharing her deepest desires, "I only want three things in life, Mason. First, I want Pressley to be okay, always. Second, I want a happy life with you, filled with love and laughter. And third, I want a necklace with your initial, not because you own me, but because you truly know me."

Mason's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—love, joy, and a sense of responsibility. He knew that in Y/N's intoxicated state, her words held a raw honesty that she might not remember in the morning. But he also recognized the truth in her sentiments, knowing that his feelings mirrored hers.

As they arrived at Mason's place, he carefully carried Y/N inside, his protective instincts guiding him. He settled her on the couch, her words becoming softer as she drifted into a deep slumber.

Sitting beside her, Mason gazed at her peaceful face, his heart overflowing with love. He reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "And I promise to do everything in my power to make those three wishes come true."

With those heartfelt words, he settled beside her, holding her close as they both succumbed to sleep, their connection strengthened by the vulnerability and truth they had shared that night. And as they dreamt, their hearts beat in unison, echoing the promises they had made in the midst of an intoxicated confession, setting the stage for a future filled with love, understanding, and the fulfillment of their deepest desires.