Y/n Pov:
Last week Mason came home from "Work" but his eyes were bloodshot red. Then this week I have been waking up at midnight to hear the sliding door to our balcony open. I hope he isn't doing drugs it is the worst thing anyone can do to themselves, so I decided to look in his draws.
He will be home in like 5 minutes so I need to be quick.
"Underwear, socks, necklace, my hair tie, and a box." You were listing the things. You open the box then you see the cigarettes and weed. You walked downstairs and waited for Mason to come home from work.
"Hi Bab-" You cut him off. "Don't Baby me and I want you to be honest with me why are your eyes blood-shot red?" I ask him and he goes silent. "It's from work you know how long I work Y/n." He pleaded.
"WHY MASON ARE YOU SMOKING AND DOING DRUGS!" I screamed at him. "I-I" He stuttered. "MASON THAT IS THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO TO YOURSELF!" I screamed at him. "I AM SORRY OK BUT WORK JUST STRESSES ME OUT AND THE MEDIA DOESN'T STOP SO THAT IS WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY!" He responded.
"Mason I have to tell your mom," I told him in a low voice. "Why?" He asked. "Because mason was 15 it's not right for you to be doing something like this. "Ok fine whatever." He said.
"Were done." I say
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FanfictionIN WHICH I write Imagines about Mason Thames and you read them because you love him and so do I
