ɢ ʟ ᴜ ᴇ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ɢ , mason thames imagines

no caller id

y/n's pov:

i lay awake at night. i have been ever since what happened to me and mason. the boy i loved since i was 13.

i'm not sure what happened that day- but i could feel it the whole day. the aroma was off as if someone just died.

you could cut the silence with a knife it was so bad. mason, had been tired from filming- which was totally understandable.

i guess he was also just annoyed that i was 𝙩𝙤𝙤 happy to see him. he'd flew in a day before- still jet lagged.

(ᵗʰᵘʳˢᵈᵃʸ:)

"good morning," i smile at the sleepy boy in front of me. "hey." he mutters. immediately, i knew he was going to be grumpy.

"we have a plan for today- remember? us at that cute market?" i say, hoping for him to get up and instantly want to go.

"oh, yeah. what time?" i look at my clock, "we got a couple minutes- an hour, tops." i explain, quietly.

"k. i'll sleep until we gotta go." he says, turning back over. i nodded, leaving my room and going to the washroom to shower.

(ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵈᵃʸ)

i sit up, getting a call from my parents downstairs. i go and walk into the dining room. "hey- oh you look.. great." my dad greets. (?)

"thanks. anyway- what did you need?" i ask, yawning a bit at 7:30. "we have a dinner next week- do you and mason want to come?"

my mom asks as i freeze, not knowing what to say. "um, he might be busy." i say, an uncomfortable look on my face.

"really? he's been very busy lately." my mothers eyes squint, trying to find a reason. "yeah, not sure." i say, going back to my room.

i sigh as i shut the door. i go and wash my face- as well as brushing my teeth. a notification from my phone comes.

i rush- toothbrush in mouth- hoping it's mason, but it's just a social media one. i text brooke, (masons sister) in hopes she'll have an answer.

...

an hour later, i'm watching tv- trying to forget what happened, as my phone goes off again. i don't reply- thinking it won't be mase.

it goes off again, this time a phone call. i accept it and bring my phone to my ear. "hello?" i pause, hearing shuffling.

"i'm at your door, answer me." i hear his voice on the other end and immediately get up. i go to the front door.

"mase? what are you d-" he pushes me into a hug, not caring about his shoes or the heavy jacket hes wearing.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry i was so mean." he says, an apologetic tone in his stumbling words. "no, mase- it's okay. 𝙞'𝙢 sorry-"

he cuts me off- shushing me off with a kiss. "no," he pulls back- a smile on his face. "it's okay. i love you."

i giggle, "i love you too."