Why her? |Jude Bellingham x Reader|

12.

~Next day's morning~

I woke up, my skin was freezing cold. I did my morning steps to wake up, like stretch, rub my eyes, wake up next to a hot guy and- Wait...

I looked to my side and saw Jude, his eyes were perfectly shut and his lips were slightly parted. God, I wish I could stare at him forever.

I shook my head and got up. I had to check if it was snowing or not, well, to my surprise it wasn't but everything was white, it probably was about to start snowing any time soon.

I look back at the couch where Jude slept and sighed.

–Why are we like this..– I said kind of whispering, not expecting an answer from the sleepy boy.

–Like what?– Said a voice, making me feel startled. I turned around and was face to face with Trent.

–Oh, good morning.

–Good morning, Y/n/n (Your Nickname)

–Uhh, have you guys recieved the dates and times of your flight to Qatar?

–Good question. Yes, we have, and to my surprise it's in two days.– He said while sipping his coffee.

–TWO BLOODY DAYS?

–OI! Shut your mouth, Twat. Im trynna sleep, yeah?– Jude grumbled while moving around on the couch.

I slapped the back of his head and heard him groan.

–Don't talk to me like that. Im not your friend, yeah?– I mimicked.

–Pfft, you wish you were.- He provoked.

–Uh, like I was saying,– Trent started. –Two days for the flight, if Im not mistaken most teams are going on that day aswell.

–Fucking shit then. Kylian didn't tell me anything!– I said while grabbing my phone to check, and actually, he did send me the message. I just didn't read it, my fault.

–Wait, Kylian what now?– Asked Jude while sitting up, his face full of curiosity yet trigger.

–Oh, I didn't tell you? Maybe it's because it's not your business now, is it?– I fired.

–Y/n, you're going with the French national team? Really?– Asked Trent with a slight frown and confusion as he eyed Jude.

–Well, yeah... They invited me to, so I accepted. Since nobody from the fucking English national team had the guts to do so.

–Im sorry, Y/n! I swear I thought you had been invited..at least someone said they were going to invite you...– He said while side eyeing Jude. I faced him and saw the look of regret in his eyes.

–Right. Now if you excuse me, I will call Kylian and ask him about the flight.– I said and left the room.

~Jude's POV~

–What the hell, Jude!– Trent seemed furious.

–Im sorry..I couldn't find a way to invite her...

–SERIOUSLY?! IT'S SIMPLE WORDS!

–No shit, Sherlock. Fuck, what am I gonna do now?– I sighed and started walking back and forth.

–First you should apologise to Y/n for not inviting her. Second you should shut the fuck up and deal with it.– He shook his head. –You are somehow losing to that French ninja turtle.

–Hey! What do you mean, losing? It's not like I'm trying to win Y/n or anything!

–Right.

–Who's trying to win Y/n?– Said Phil as he walked in the living room, Camila following behind with a cup of coffee as she sat down on the couch across me.

–Jude.

–Fuck off, Trent. I don't like her like that, she's your ex. I'm not going to get with my friend's exes...

I wish that was true.

–Well, change of topic. I think you guys should go home and start packing.– Phil suggested while kissing Camy's cheek.

–That's true.– She smiled and sipped her coffee.

–Yeah..

~Time Skip (I have no ideas lol)~

Finally, the day has arrived. I was on an uber, making my way towards the airport. Once we arrived I took my luggage bag, which wasn't too big thank god, and searched around the airport for the tall, attractive french man.

–Bon jour!

–Kylian! Good morning.– I hugged him quickly and stayed like that for some seconds until he hugged back, placing a kiss on top of my head.

–Are you ready for the trip, ma belle?– Gosh, his french accent will be the death of me. It's so beautiful and attractive, it's like a melody to my ears.

–Yeah! Always ready.– I smiled and sat down on the seats outside the gates with the other french players. I looked around trying to find anyone I knew.

There were other national team players here, like Croatian, Spaniards, Brazilians and even British. I was sat beside Kylian, my head was resting on his shoulder. I got startled as he started speaking...

–Ney!– He shook Neymar's hand, I didn't even realize he had walked up to us.

–Bon jour, Kylian and Y/n– He spoke with his french accent and smiled.

–I haven't seen you in so long, Neymar. How are you?– I asked politely. I haven't forgotten what Camy said about Neymar, I know she is trying to protect me. Although, he can't be that bad, can he?

–Im good! Just came from a photoshoot and had to rush here before I lost my flight. The thing is I was no where near being late.

–I understand, losing track of time, right?

–Exactly! Someone that understands. Well, I'll see you guys later, alright?– He smiled and left. He really seems like a nice guy.

After some minutes, me and the rest of the French boys got up and started grabbing our things. As doing so, some of the British players walked passed, one of them being Jude. He kept staring and staring, so I stared back until I got interrupted.

–Y/n, would you like me to carry your bag?– Kylian asked with a smile.

–Oh, no don't worry about it! Thank you.

–No problem, mon ange.– He kissed the top of my head once more and made way towards the gate.

I turned back to Jude and met with his eyes. Disappointment, devastation and pure anger. That's what I saw in him. I felt goosebumps and shivers down my spine and turned around as fast as I could, entering the gate just like the rest of the guys did.

{Hello beautiful people! Sorry for not posting for so long. I havent had any ideas or will to write. But now I'm back and trying to finish the book as soon as possible so I can start a new book! DRUM ROLL PLEASE..... 
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