MINE FOREVER || JUDE BELLINGHAM

Chelsea V Dortmund - Hard Decisions

"You better make up your mind soon, it's in a few hours," Charlie crossed her arms across her chest. I rolled my eyes as I sighed, spreading my feet on the bed as I shivered slightly. 

Charlie had whipped my blanket away, not letting me have it back unless I got out of bed. "Get up!"

"Noo," I groaned as I turned to my other side. "Don't you want to get sleep as well? It's at four, and it's fucking ten right now. I'm sleeping two more hours. That's it. No more five minutes, I guess."

"I guess doesn't solve the problem here," Charlie sighed. "But I guess you have a point. I'm tired from texting Mason all night as well. The fact that he's not coming here is damn bad. Tell you brother to make better decisions."

"Like the choice I have to make between wearing the Chelsea Mount shirt or the Bellingham Dortmund shirt," I mumbled as I got out of bed, still yawning as I spread the covers over the bed. 

I threw myself back on the soft mattress as Charlie muttered something about being nice and warm again, as I chuckled. "Told ya. You wanted to go back to sleep as quick as possible!"

"Just wanted to impress Mason how early I wake up so I can watch him train each morning," Charlie shrugged. "I guess he hasn't realised. He's a cute idiot, he is."

"Mason doesn't even look cute," I laid on my back as my phone pinged. "Fuck! Who calls this early?"

"Jude?" Charlie twisted and turned in the bed, until she found a comfortable position. "I mean, that cutie never leaves you alone. Especially how you weren't taken when you first met."

"Shush, Charlotte," I rolled my eyes as I accepted the call from Jude. "Wassup, Jude?"

"American when you wake up," He teased me. "Anyways, beautiful, after the match you're free, right?" I was used to him calling me all these names. It was sweet, and it seemed  we were really dating. "Cause I've got somewhere for us to go."

"I know, and yes, I'm free," I heard him mutter a silent scream of joy as I giggled, and turned to the window where I sat on the window seat. "You have no idea how nice the view is to me right now."

"Not as nice as you," Jude laughed. I snorted.   

"Shut it, lover boy," I mumbled as someone yelled in German in the background. "Who was that?"

"Oh, just Marco yelling fuck in German," Jude explained. "By the way, Gio apologises for kissing your friend. Took him absolute days to recover and come back talking like how he usually did. Didn't want to cause more problems between football and soccer." 

"Your American accent," I snickered. "It's fucking funny."

"Shut up, I'm still a Brummie," Jude laughed. "Anyways- Gio?" I heard some mumbling and laughing as Charlie snored, and I sighed. "Oh well, take my spot, won't you? I'm on the phone."

"Your girlfriend?" Gio teased as I let out a slight giggle, and Jude chuckled. "Okay, I'm making you and her officially laugh, so my jokes are perfectly fine."

"No, they're horrible, and I've only met you once to know," I rolled my eyes as I heard some screams and the phone being put violently somewhere else. "Jude? Fuck! Are you alright?"

"Get the fucking hell off me!" Jude exclaimed loudly from the other side as I sighed and declined the call. 

"Trouble, I guess?" Charlie guessed as I nodded from across, my back turned against her. "Boys."

"You can't say that, when you're not taken," I looked towards the cars zooming past the buildings silently like the wind. I heard Charlie start snoring again, as I quickly slid off the bed and headed to the toilet. I didn't want to sleep anymore, considering the cold feeling. 

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, as I straightened my hair expect for the ends. I missed Jude incredibly, after we'd gotten so close. My phone rang again, but disappointedly it was Mason this time. I answered it as I turned on speaker. 

"What's up, Mase?" I tried not to sound disappointed. I honestly expected somebody else - not Mason, but I didn't mind. "I thought you'd be getting ready for the match right now."

"They're changing times," He panted hard. "They're fucking changing it to two, and it's twelve right now."

"That fast!" I almost dropped my suncream as I heard my best friend get up, yawning and groaning. "I guess I spent too much time on the phone."

"With who?" Mason was smart. He could guess whenever you were on the phone, whether you were just browsing or on the phone. For some reason, he had this sense he could sense his siblings or best friends. "Jude? Lover boy?"

"Yes, and I'm the only one allowed to call him that," I frowned as he chuckled. "You're kidding me."

"Whatever, tell my darling to dress up for this," Mason grinned. "Shit- Ben's hurrying me up. SHUT UP, OLD MAN! I'M ON THE PHONE WITH MY SISTER!"

"HEY! YOU'RE 24, YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING, YOU MIDDLE-AGED BITCH!" Ben yelled back as I tried to hold back my laugh. I got out and pulled on jeans and Mason's jersey on. "YOU IDIOT, REECE, THAT WAS MY SAUSAGE ROLL!"

"Whose?" Mason said, and suddenly everything went quiet. I doubled over laughing. 

"Mase, worse thing to say at this point," I wiped the tears away from my eyes as I snickered. "But you're kinda right. Whose sausage are we talking about at this point?"

"You dirty minded siblings, shut up," I heard a thump which I thought was Ben pushing Mason against the wall. "You better stop this, or I'm slapping you."

"Where?" Mason burst into a fit of laughter as I snorted. "You know what, Chilly, let me off. And we both have girlfriends so this isn't quite the right idea."

"Fuck you," Ben mumbled as I applied on blue lipstick. Charlie did the same as she gestured towards the door, and I nodded. "Hang up. We've something to do before the match."

"Fine," Mason grumbled. "Sis, tell Charlie I love her I'd give her the whole world. Same for you." He hung up, and Charlie pressed her hand against the door handle as she sighed. I tried my best to make eye contact and give her a reassuring smile, but she refused.

"Charlie, you'll be fine," I put a hand on her shoulder. "Mason's the person to forgive anyone. Even the people that break his heart, but it's fine. You'll just have a little talk with Mase, and that's it."

"L-let's just go," Charlie threw open the door and I followed suit.

~~

At the end, Chelsea won with pain. It took them the whole hour to score just one goal, and the second one in only three minutes later by my brother. He did the old celebration as he did, the Chelsea fans screaming the song 'Bad Boy' along the way. I heard Charlie snort.

"Finally," A Chelsea fan muttered. "Mount hasn't gotten any better these seasons."

"Maybe because he's starting to lose his confidence," I glared at the man as he stood up, facing me closely.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me in this tone?' He growled. I faced my back to him.

"His sister, you son of a bitch," His eyes widened and gulped. 

"I'm so sorry," He apologised and hurried away. Poor man, probably embarrassed himself. But Charlie continued to cheer for Mason, while I sat back in my chair, gripping the edges. 

That day, there were parties located everywhere in Dortmund. But I ignored them. I'd be heading off with Jude at about six at night, for some reason. Mason at first was confused he'd have to talk with Charlie, but after a bit of budging I got him to.

Now I just needed to be prepared.