Football Imagines (England players mostly)

Fever - Mason Mount

A/N: I have written something similar, but this one is not the same story. I have been through writer's block but I'm back!!! I hope you like them <3

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(On text)

Mase:  Looking forward to our date!! Cya tomorrow morning. Sleep well x 

I wished him good night too and started doing my skincare. It suddenly felt cold; my teeth were chattering. I checked the thermostat but the temperature was more or less normal. I put on Mason's large hoodie but it didn't seem to be the solution. Trying to ignore it, I quickly did my skincare and went to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning feeling the beads of sweat which have formed on my forehead. I wiped it off and got off the bed. I felt my neck for a second only to realise it was hotter than usual. I looked at myself in the mirror: MY clothes were drenched in my sweat and my face was red. I probably had a fever. 

I hurried to the kitchen. I did not waste time to eat a good breakfast and I had some paracetamol right after. My knees were beginning to feel so weak, and I did not have the strength to clean up the kitchen. I was sweating even more now. So I went back into my bedroom and lay on the bed. 

Then it hit me. I was supposed to go on a date with Mason in a couple of hours. Judging by my health, I could clearly not be able to. 

Feeling disappointed in myself, I reluctantly sent him a text explaining why I could not go on a date with him on that day. 

He sent me a text full of heart emojis and said it's okay but I still felt guilty for not being able to spend time with him, considering he was very busy with training lately. As soon as I put my phone on the bedside table, I got a call from him. 

"Hey, Mase," I spoke, astounded by how weak I sounded. 

"Hello, beautiful. Mind if I come to your place today instead? We could have a movie night?", he asked. I didn't feel like refusing him again so I agreed. "Yes, but what if you get it too?"

"I won't stay too close, I promise," he chuckled then cut the phone call. 

I then dozed off for a while, lost in a good sleep when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Mason looking down at me with a smile. "Time to wake up, beautiful," he was holding a tablet of chocolate in his hand and slowly helped me to sit up. He pecked me on my forehead. 

"Did you just get here?" I asked in a drowsy voice. 

"No, I came a couple of hours ago. It's nearly three in the afternoon, sweetie," he said in a soft voice. I was shocked by the amount of time I spent the day sleeping. 

He helped me take my clothes off and was about to help me shower too if I didn't stop him. Not that we had not done it before, but I was fine showering by myself on that day. 

He was already waiting for me outside the bathroom and he had also made the bed by the time I was showering. My heart warmed at his sweet actions. I hugged him from behind and mumbled a thank you close to his ears. His cheeks went red for a second but then he handed me the chocolate and went back downstairs. 

He brought me a soft plushie. It was a small green frog with cute eyes. "I saw it online and thought you'd like it." 

"Oh, Mason. I don't even know how to thank you... I feel so bad..." I was at a loss for words. He smiled and then kissed my lips. He cupped my face and then pecked me again. 

"You do so much for me. It's the least I could do," he replied. We stayed like that for a while until he spoke again. "I made us something. Let's go eat. You have your medicine to take again." 

"I feel so weak, Mase. My knees can't anymore," I spoke. 

"It's okay, I'll bring it up, sound good?" 

I nodded. A few minutes later, he came back holding two plates full of pasta and went back down to get glasses and drinks. 

I lost my appetite, and for some reason, even the pasta was tasting bitter. I had my paracetamol and lay on the bed again, feeling like a lifeless soul. 

He lay next to me and hugged me by the waist, turning on the TV. I buried my face in his chest, and he kissed the top of my forehead every now and then telling me that it was okay and that it would fade away soon. I tried to rest for a while but did not realise I had fallen asleep without even watching a movie with him. 

 When I woke up, I noticed a note on the bedside table, saying that he had to leave for a small training session and that he would be back the next morning. 

 I sent him a thank you text and looked at the ceiling, wondering when I got so lucky to have a boyfriend like him. 

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A/N: Kind of short, but I hope you liked it. Please vote x.