Mason… was super duper famous.

He was in a band with his brothers, they were set for life.

So, with fame, came fans, and tours since he was in a band.

He was getting overwhelmed, since he was still young, still in highschool.

So, his parents booked him and his brothers a holiday in a costal down just outside of London where people would barely know them.

No expectations, no pretending, just pure Trueblood boy chaos without having to pretend.

One day, he was going to the beach with his siblings and parents.

That’s when he saw you, with your friends.

It was a pretty hot summers day in England, standard. You were tanning.

He couldn’t help but stare. There was no one like you back in San Diego where he was from, you were different.

You were just his type. And he didn’t know what to do.

He was scared. What if you were a fan? Or scared of the fame? Or what if you didn’t know who he was? Or what if you hated his band?

Soon, Mason just stuck to admiring, too scared to make a fool of himself.