Football Imagines

Jude Bellingham

"What's this?" you asked as you put your phone in Jude's face. "I'm doing something here, move" he pushed your hand away. "No look at it" you handed him the phone showing a tweet about his move to Real Madrid. "Yeah, what am I supposed to be looking at?" he asked. "When was you going to tell me you were in talks to leave, when were you going to tell me when you were on a fucking flight to Madrid?" you shouted as Jude's pulled an odd face. "No it's not like that, I am not in talks. I would have told you wouldn't I?" you shook your head. "No it doesn't seem that way Jude, you told me about Jobe before you even told me about our potential move. I thought better than this babe, anyway you know I'm a Barcelona girl. That's why you probably didn't tell me isn't it" you joked in the end. "Oh are you now?" he smirked as you kissed his lips. "I will tell you when I decide to leave" you nodded.