MINE FOREVER || JUDE BELLINGHAM

Last Few Days In Black And Yellow

Nights like these were the perfect. 

After a few full weeks of press conferences and crazy football signings, the starting of packing up everything in Dortmund had began. It was until then when me and Jude and flown back from Madrid we accepted the fact packing was possibly the best idea yet. 

The warm nights in Dortmund were perfect. The last few nights in Dortmund. Before I followed Jude off to Madrid, of course. 

The moon shone perfectly onto the balcony I was stood on, but soon I was hoisted onto the hammock, which swayed from left to right under the soft breeze which blew over the neighbourhood. 

I heard the door close and lock before someone joined next to me on the hammock. 

The moon displayed my feelings. I didn't know what to feel, really. I was asked by Jude to join him on the balcony. I had pulled on a pair of black tight shorts and a grey oversized hoodie. 

It was a bit too warm for anything else. The glass doors had slid shut before I turned around to witness my boyfriend walking across towards me, hunching himself up next to me. 

His trousers and jumper were just enough to make me feel comfortable to be out on a night like this. My phone buzzed with notifications as he gripped my hand tightly, tight enough to let me know that something was wrong. 

I laid my head on his shoulder, calmly humming to my favourite song slowly. 

"What's wrong?" I whispered gently, before he shook his head. "Jude, I know there's something that's making you uncomfortable. You wouldn't just ask me to come out on a night like this. You want to talk, that's what I know." I hugged him and squeezed his shoulders. 

"I-I just don't know whether I made the right descision or not," He was shaking nervously, which made me even more worried. "I'm being hated on for choosing Real Madrid. Not Man City. They seriously think that I was destined to join City, but I wanted to be part of the Madrid family." I listened carefully before kissing him very softly. 

"It's fine, just don't listen to them," I grasped his face gently and turned it so he faced me. "And don't you dare say anything about making wrong choices. The main thing about playing football is just making choices." I let go of him, before he nodded hesitantly. 

"I just don't understand why," I laid down, my head on his lap as he stroked my hair. "You always seem like the good influence here. Did you play football while you were still in school, or was it just some football club you joined?"

"I did, for a while," I sighed, reminded of the memories. "That was when I underestimated myself instead of encouraging myself. Everyone told me I was horrible at it - I came home everyday with scars and dirt and scratches on my face, legs, arms and even on my neck. I wasn't horrible, I just didn't have the courage. Mason wanted me to join Chelsea Academy. I declined it."

"Your brother and your brother's best friend are footballers," Jude carressed my cheek. "And now your boyfriend is too. Come on, Say. You've got the absolute genes. Come play at least one game against me when we arrive in Spain a few days later. Just one."

"Alright, just one," I rolled my eyes slightly. "But if I get hurt or even tackled, that'll be on you. I don't even want to be reminded by the old days." He bent his head down and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Promise?"

"I promise, beautiful," Jude tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I yawned tiredly. Warmness spreaded all over me as a soft blanket was draped onto me, and Jude yawned as well, sliding down next to me while the hammock swung by our weight. "You wanna sleep here tonight? Our bed's all packed up in the boxes."