miss americana and the heartbreak prince || mason mount

c h a p t e r t h i r t y - s e v e n

" But you weren't thinking, and I was just drinking"

Y/N Southgate 'Getaway Car'

The days had shifted into weeks since Mason's move to Manchester United, and Y/N and Ben had found a sense of stability in their lives together. Their shared apartment became a haven of comfort and warmth, a space where they navigated the complexities of their intertwined lives with growing understanding.

Y/N, as she always had, continued to call Mason every day. The distance between London and Manchester seemed to vanish as their conversations flowed effortlessly. Despite the miles that separated them, their connection remained unwavering.

One weekend, Pressley was visiting Mason's parents, providing Y/N and Ben with a rare moment of solitude. However, in the midst of this newfound intimacy, a storm was brewing. A heated argument erupted between Y/N and Ben, fueled by miscommunication and pent-up frustrations.

The fight escalated, and Y/N, overwhelmed and scared, made an impulsive decision. With emotions running high, she stormed out of the apartment, her thoughts in disarray. Seeking an escape from the intensity of the argument, she turned to alcohol, the allure of numbness luring her in.

As the night deepened, Y/N found herself at the train station, clutching a ticket to Manchester in trembling hands. Drunk and disoriented, she boarded the late-night train, determined to see Mason, to find solace in the familiarity of his presence.

However, her inebriation made navigation a nearly impossible task. When she disembarked in Manchester, the city was a maze of lights and shadows, a confusing labyrinth that disoriented her further.

In her intoxicated state, Y/N stumbled through the unfamiliar streets, her phone forgotten in her bag. Panic gnawed at her as she realized that she was hopelessly lost. The city that had once felt welcoming now seemed like an ominous abyss.

But then, in the midst of her disarray, a familiar voice reached her ears. Y/N turned, her vision blurred, and there, standing before her, was a man she knew, a man whose presence offered a glimmer of recognition in her hazy world.

Mason, with concern etched on his face, approached her cautiously. He recognized the disarray in her eyes, the vulnerability that emanated from her intoxicated state. Without hesitation, he guided her away from the bustling streets, his protective instinct taking over.

In her foggy mind, Y/N couldn't quite comprehend the situation. She clung to Mason, her anchor in the sea of confusion. Little did she know that the man who had come to her rescue was none other than Mason himself, the very person she had set out to find.

As he led her through the quiet streets of Manchester, Mason's heart ached with concern for Y/N. He had heard the distress in her voice during their daily calls, and now, faced with her vulnerability in person, he couldn't bear to see her in such a state.

Finally, they arrived at Mason's new home in Manchester, a place where Y/N had longed to be. Her journey, though fraught with confusion and turmoil, had brought her to the doorstep of the one person who could offer her solace and understanding.

As Y/N began to drift into a restless slumber, nestled in the comfort of Mason's home, he couldn't help but wonder at the twists and turns of fate. Their connection, though tested by distance and uncertainty, remained an unbreakable bond that had guided her to him, even in her darkest hours.