Why her? |Jude Bellingham x Reader|

17.

I left the hotel in one foot and got to the English training fields in another. Im not deaf, I heard him very clearly say "Training fields", Right?

Once I stepped foot in there, I heard loads of shouting and screaming. It's like someone was getting murdered or something.

I didn't really care too much, they were probably just playing around or something, but that's when I saw a crowd of people pulling eachother and trying to separate a.. fight?

–FUCK OFF, YOU CUNT!– I heard a familiar voice from one of the sides, I jumped a little to peak in and saw Jude..

Holy shit, Neymar was there too! What the fuck?

Jude was being held back by Phil and Trent, while Neymar was being held back by Martinelli and Antony. What a fucking mess.

–Y/n!– It was Camy. ‐Fucking hell, I'm sorry. I was about to call you not to come over... I just got here and they were...well, you know. I didn't want you to see them like that.

–I see, don't worry about that right now. I just want them to stop.– I walked up to Jude and pulled him away from the crowd.

–Y/N? LET ME GO!

–Hell no! You need to fucking ignore him, Jude!

He stood quietly. –It's not that easy, Y/n.

Suddenly, I saw Neymar laughing provocatively at Jude. Fucking hell, that guy is a maniac.

–That's it. I'm going to talk to him.– I said with a tone of bravery. Nevertheless, I was still scared.

–No! Are you crazy?– Jude murmured.

–Yes.

I walked up to the boy who stared at me with a smirk planted on his face.

–Oi, gatinha. (Hey, cutie)

I swore to God, if the others weren't around I would have slapped him right across the face. IF and only IF I slapped him, the others would probably try escort me away from him.

–Fuck off, Ney. I don't want to see your face around anymore.

–Aw, why is that? I thought you liked me!– He said sarcastically.

–Stop abusing your luck and leave. Im getting sick and tired of your little jokes.

–Okay! I'll leave. But, only after a hug.- He opened his arms.

–Good luck with that.– I shook my head and slapped his hand away from me.
-Why did you bring your friends?‐ I looked at Gabriel and Antony before looking back at Neymar.

Both of the boys were speaking to some of their premier league teammates. Like, Gabriel was speaking to Bukayo and Antony was speaking to Rashford.

They seemed guilty for something, but what?

-Right, they helped me get here. I didn't know exactly where the 'Inglaterra' training fields were, so I guessed they'd know.

I shook my head at his answer and felt tears start to fall down my face.

-You know, I actually looked up at you, Neymar. But now, after what you did, you're just a pain in the ass. So please, fuck off.- Once I fully expressed myself to him he just stood there, thinking of why I was crying, or maybe why I was being so dramatic.

Then, he smiled at me. With his stupid, yet beautiful, smile and left, calling his friends before he did so.

Before turning my back to the exit he had just walked through, I let out a long and successful sigh.

I held my purse tightly, wiped my tears off and walked towards Jude once again.

–He's such a prick!– He said irritated and started walking with me, trying to clear his mind.

–We know, Jude. But you need to control yourself..

–No! Don't give me that shit talk! He's the one who needs to control himself, and he needs to just fuck off! Not. Me.– He shouted at me sternly, breathing heavily before letting out a tired and long sigh.

–Right..Im sorry.– I whispered a little.

Suddenly, there was awkward silence as we walked towards the others.

Without a warning, he gripped one of my wrists carefully and pulled me closer to him, right into his embrace.

We stood like that for some seconds, without saying one word, until he broke the silence.

–Does your head still hurt?..Sorry for shouting at you.- He lowered his head slightly and didn't dare to look in my eyes.

-Mhm, a little..– I tried to escape his grip and, surprisingly, did. I looked around and noticed all eyes on us.

–Jude, did you... leave me earlier just because of Neymar?

‐I..‐ He looked at me trying to find a better answer but couldn't. -Yes..Im sorry for that. I know I should have stayed with you and taken care of you until you felt better. That was...childish and super irresponsible of me.‐ He slouched down on one of the benches and stared up at the sky, thinking, I believe.

I quietly sat beside him and rested my head on his chest, which I felt rise and fall at a faster pace.

‐Im sorry again.- He mentioned once again.

-Shut up, Jude.- I smiled a little. I knew he couldn't see my face then, so I sat up a bit and stared into his eyes. -Shut up and kiss me.

His eyes widen slightly, but he started laughing soon after. He gently held my cheek and kissed me passionately, not caring that the others were watching.

Camy, Foden, Saka and Marcus just stared at us cutely. I mean, someday they would find out anyways, right?

~Neymar's POV~

(Note: This whole conversation was in Portuguese.)

-I swear! She was crying!- I told Gabi and Antony.

-Sure, she fucking hates you. Why would she cry?

-..I don't know. She said she looked up at me, maybe she really did like me.. like a friend.- I started getting anxious at the situation.

-It's your fault, you shouldn't have done what you did. Plus, you could have blamed it on the alcohol.- Antony noted.

-But I really was drunk!

-Right. You think she will believe it now?

-...I just went there to apologise, alright? Clearly Bellingham thought I was there to fucking fight him or something..

-Flashback-

I was at the Training pitch, waiting for Jude to arrive. I have spoken to some of his teammates to call him over. Apparently he was on the way.

I know what I did some time ago, and I know it was wrong. Best is if I dont speak to Y/n though. I know she's the one I have to apologise to, but she definitely doesn't want to see me right now..

-Bellingham! I've been waiting to talk!- I said while I stood in the middle of the training field, watching the british man approach me.

-Fuck off!- He pushed me aggressively. -I told you I didn't want to see you again.

-Yo, calm down! I just want to talk.

He was about to start throwing hands, thats when people around started interfering.

-End of flashback-