𝓐𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓶 | J. Bellingham

𝗲𝗲𝗻 : 𝗼𝗻𝗲

"Where are we supposed to go if we don't even know what club we were going to?" Marco Reus complained to the group, shortly after adding that his feet were sore.

A chorus of 'shut up, Marco's were heard from his friends and teammates.

"We'll just ask someone." Jude pointed around, showing all of the people on the square the halted at.

"If you want to, you can ask someone or-" Mats Hummels wanted to be the reasonable person but was cut off.

"I'm gonna ask someone." Jude walked over to a small group of three people, who were talking amongst themselves.

The only boy looked up at him and widened his eyes before whispering something to the girls who stood with their backs to Jude.

The two girls fastly turned around to glance at the boy their friend had talked about, only to realise he was standing behind them.

"You talk to him. I'm not gonna talk to a handsome boy like him." The brown haired girl mumbled to the other girl.

"Alright. Scaredy-cat." The blonde snickered, turning around. "Goedenavond. Kan ik u helpen?"

"Uh... English?" Jude asked, confused while he heard his friends laugh behind him.

"Ah, uh. Can I help you?" She asked again, with a small dutch accent in her English, which, he would never tell but, Jude found quite cute.

"Uh, yes. Could you tell us where the next good club slash bar is, where you don't get weed?" He looked back at his friends to see them smile at him.

"Of course. It'll be hard with the 'not getting weed' but the best one around here is probably Belushi's." The blonde smiled and pointed in a small alley. "It's just down there. It's a small bar with a tv and some drinks if that's what you wanted. They also have some food."

"It's great, thank you so much." Jude smiled, walking backwards to his friends.

"Of course. Doei." (Bye) The blonde turned around to her friends, who quietly giggled something to her, while Jude walked towards his friends.

"You think she's cute." Erling Haaland smirked, almost reading his best friend's mind.

"Wha- No, I don't. I was just being polite." He defended.

"By staring into her eyes the whole time and not even listening to her?" Marco teased, being shoved by Jude. "Alright then, padawan. Where are we supposed to go?

Marco had developed the habit of calling Jude his 'padawan', stating that Jude was his student in life and love, since he knew so much about that.

Jude opened and closed his mouth for a few minutes, looking like a fish. "Uh..."

"Yeah, you were totally listening to her." Mats chuckled, before shoving the eighteen year old towards the girl. "Ask again, and ask for her number."

"Mats-" He was cut off when he bumped into someone, nearly falling over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." The blonde from earlier stared back at him as he apologised. "No problem."

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, could you tell me where the bar was again? I couldn't quite-"

"Down the alley." She smiled.

"Right. And uhm- Could I get- uh... Could I have-" He was once again cut off by the girl.

"Alina. And I don't give my numbers to strangers."
The girl answered.

"I'm Jude." He introduced, nodding.

"Yeah, I know. My friend is a big football fan." She pointed towards the boy that had stood with the two ladies.

"Ah, alright. Hi." He waved towards the two people.

"And these are my best friends, Ana, my sister, and Alex." She introduced the others.

"Nice to meet you guys-" It was the third time he was cut off, but now from his teammate.

"Judeee. We don't have time for flirting. We wanna drink something." Marco whined.

"I'm coming." He turned back to Alina. "I'll text you."

"Alright. Ciao."