Teenage Fever // Jude Bellingham

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Jude's pov

I woke up by some loose strands of Tiana's hair tickling my nose, almost making me sneeze if I hadn't stroked them from my face.

I looked down at myself, her head resting on my bare chest with one arm lazily slung around my waist. She was practically laying on me, her upper leg also being angled across my lower body half.

I yawned tiredly, trying not to stretch my body in the process to avoid waking her up. Looking to my right, the clock read nine in the morning which was relatively late for me. I'd usually always get up around eight on weekends, but right now I'd be okay with staying in bed for another three hours if that meant that I could continue to watch her sleep.

Not in the creepy way, but she just looked so effortlessly pretty asleep. She always did, but this was just much more special to me.

Sadly, I soon noticed her waking up. My hand reached up from resting on her back to tucking a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear, making her sigh.

When I started to lightly graze my fingertips across her bare back, I felt her shiver before raising her head to look up at me. At least she tried to, her eyes were still half closed from having just woken up like two minutes ago.

Her eyes diverted to the clock on the nightstand before she rolled on her back, her head now resting on my arm giving me a view of her neck which was littered with little red marks.

"What?" She asked, making my eyes snap to hers.

"Nothing." I shrugged, the amused smile on my face causing her brows to furrow suspiciously.

"Nine in the morning and you're already looking at my boobs." She scolded, shaking her head and pulling the covers over her chest. "Didn't you see more than enough last —"

"I wasn't—"

"Ah, I can't blame you, they're pretty cool." She shrugged, stretching her body before crawling out of the bed and going straight over to my closet.

She picked out a white t-shirt and pulled it over her head before walking over to my side of the bed to retrieve her phone from the nightstand.

She quickly typed something on the screen; all while I kept tugging at the bottom seam of the shirt that reached to her mid thigh.

She put her phone down again and sent me a questioning look.

I guess she understood what I wanted from her by the lazy smirk on my lips because she leaned down, kissing my lips before patting my bicep.

"Get up, I'm gonna make some breakfast." She announced before walking out of the room and leaving me with a stupid grin.

"This is low-key a fit." She exclaimed, mustering herself in the mirror on the wall in the hallway.

I took in her appearance; her whole outfit consisted out of clothing items she had sighed out from the depths of my closet. Apart from the shirt from earlier she was now also wearing a pair of dark washed jeans, the waist band of the Calvin Klein's she had put on underneath showing by how loosely they sat around her waist.

"Why does every single clothing piece of mine look so much better on you?" I complained, sending her a fake jealous look which made her reply with a 'tja'.