𝓐𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓶 | J. Bellingham

𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻 : 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲

"You know we're leaving tomorrow, right?" Marco frowned at his teammate, who was texting on his phone. "Assuming you're texting that girl."

"Yeah, I do." Jude frowned, looking up.

"Have you talked to her yet? About it?"

"Nah, I will though, today." Marco looked at him sceptically. "I promise."

"The call her." Mats proposed, making the two jump, having forgotten the brunette sat with them.

"I will." Jude frowned.

He had been outside for at least ten minutes before coming back in.

"You tell her?"

"Yeah..." Jude muttered off. Then, without saying a word, he went to his room.

"What's wrong with Jude?" Julian asked, walking in. "I just passed him, he lookes like his grandma died."

"He told Alina that we leave tomorrow." Mats explained the blonde boy.

"Ah, then why was he sad? I mean, leaving doesn't mean they won't see each other again."

The boys stayed in silence for a minute or so.

"Has anyone seen my underwear?" They heard Erling yell from his room.

"She didn't want to say bye to us?" Erling asked, a bit sad that neither Alina nor her friends were coming to bid them goodbye.

"Nah, said she was busy... with something." Jude exclaimed.

"Ah, alright. Let's get on." They got on their plane, and soon left for Dortmund.

"He doesn't answer?" Alex asked a frantic Alina.

"No. He doesn't since last night. It just always says 'this number can not be dialled right now, try later'." She frowned.

"Maybe internet?" Ana proposed, making the two others look at her with doubt. "What? Am I the only one with hope?"

"Maybe he just doesn't want to have contact with me-"

"Oh, my god. That motherfucker." Alex yelled. "He has a game, in two days. Training tomorrow."

"Then, there's no way he's still in Amsterdam." Alina sighed. "He didn't even say he was leaving."

"Internet?" Ana smiled hopefully.

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Hey :( you're not answering my texts or calls so this is my way of asking you: did i do something or do you just don't want contact with me?
Pls text me back, i'm worried about u <3
Ok you're not answering either so just so you know, i really liked you :/

Erling sat on the bench, watching as Jude's phone lightened up every five minutes, until he couldn't hold it and took the phone.

The Brit was training with Julian, so he wouldn't notice Erling on his phone.

"Wha-" He was confused by what he saw. "Oh, you stupid child."