Teenage Fever // Jude Bellingham

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"Shit, watch your head." i mumbled, guiding Sophs head down as gently as i could in my drunken state, keeping her from hitting her head as she got into the backseat of the uber we managed to call.

Khai was already slumped against the window, eyes closed when i scooted in last, Soph now being in the middle as she tried her best to tell our driver where to go.

The heavy music of the club was still to be heard even from the inside of the car, the muffled bass making my head hurt as i rested it against the cool window.

The night was a success, to say the least. I didn't waste a single thought to anything, and i'd like to keep it like that for at least until i'm hangover-free.

I felt Soph sit back as well now, making me assume that she probably had managed to give our driver the correct directions to our hotel. Hopefully. There was nothing that i craved more than my bed right now.

I looked out of the darkened window, watching the lights of the beautiful city i felt so lucky to be in right now flash by us, making me smile to myself.

Everything about my life felt surreal right now.

The distant sound of my phone resting in my lap receiving a message pulled me from my thoughts, the brightness of the lit up screen making me squint my eyes as i looked down at it.

It took me embarrassingly long to fully read and comprehend the text, my brows furrowing when i finally did.

Jude
are u back at the hotel yet?

Me
aren't you sppused to be seleping?

I cursed to myself at my messy text. Now it seemed like i was absolutely wasted.

Jude
i cant until i know you're safe

Me
ily ☹️

Jude
i love you too baby
are you okay though?

Me
yeah im god
oops
good
😇

Jude
okay
call me when you're home yeah?

Me
nooo you shold go to sleep

Jude
no
just promise you'll call me

Me
pinky promise for u

I closed my phone after sending the last text, having a weird feeling that even my drunken mind couldn't ignore.

Something felt off about the way he was texting, like he was mad at me or something. Or was he just tired? Annoyed that he couldn't sleep because of me? Was it that? Was he mad because he needed to look after me when he should be sleeping to rest before tomorrows game?

Maybe i shouldn't have gone. I knew that he was too much of a protective and caring person to just go to sleep while his girlfriend is out doing god knows what. I knew that he trusted me, but he also worries a lot.

A quality that i loved about him, but sometimes wish he wouldn't have to that extent. For his own good, i mean. I'd be lying if i said his protectiveness didn't make me feel all giddy.