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˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 remember, remember; jude bellingham

notes:  this is part of my spooky season that i'm hosting on my tumblr. (link in bio to my blog)

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the pad of jude's thumb rubbed against the back of your hand, which was intertwined with his, as you walked through the park closest to where he had grown up. it was the time of year when it hosted the bonfire, which practically brought the whole town together.

there were people all around, people lining up at the food stalls, children sprinting towards the few fairground rides in the corner, and there was the small crowd gathered around the huge bonfire, the flames that you could feel on your face even from when you were standing quite a way away.

"do you want something to eat?" jude leaned down to say it into your ear so you could hear him over the hustle and bustle around you.

"um," you pondered for a little while, looking around at the stalls, wondering which one took your fancy. "ooh, can i get a hotdog?"

"i mean, we're in public, but we can always go home if you want," he smirked down at you while you gave him a pointed look.

"i hate you," you mumbled. "always got to make everything sexual, i only want something to eat."

"oh shush, i was just kidding," he tells you, dragging you towards the hotdog stand, the smell of fried onions hitting your nose, making your mouth water.

"you cold?" jude asks, watching you as you stand as close to him as you possible can.

"jude it's like minus one degree, what do you think?" you huff, shoving your hands into your pockets, hoping the fleece lining thaws the cold around your knuckles.

"c'mere," he pulls you closer to him, you don't move too much because you're already practically inside him you're so close. he reaches up, taking this hat off, placing it on your head.

it's obviously too big for you, and you giggle while he pulls it down a little at the back so it's not covering your eyes. pushing your hair out of your face, he stares down at you, your big eyes looking up at him.

"you're so beautiful," he whispers, you can barely hear him, only realising what he's saying by how intently you're watching his lips move.

you bring your hand up, placing it on his cheek, expecting it to be warm from the fire's orange glow that danced along it. but your palm feels how cold his skin is, and you use your slightly warmer hands to try and keep him from the cold.

"i love you," you whisper against his lips after standing on your tiptoes and pulling his face down a little. it was moments like this that you wanted to cherish forever. something so simple as a bonfire became a memory you would look back on for a very long time, all because of the man by your side. 

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