❝ cause you were never mine ,
never mine. but do you remember ? ❞
*೨⋆*✩▀ she's his coach's daughter.
he plays for the team her dad coaches.
what could go wrong?
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#1 futball - 16 september...
rummaging through her suitcase was not something isabella hernández had expected to be doing in qatar.
the whole 'getting food' thing with jude, trent, and phil was making her stress. she didn't know what to wear !
she had packed jeans, shorts, tank tops, shirts, shoes, sunglasses, jewelry and dresses, but the hernández girl still had no idea in what to wear.
after about thirty minutes, she settled on wearing white low rise jeans and a light green strapless tube top. she paired it with some jewelry and tied her hair up with a white claw clip.
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she grabbed a white prada purse, placing some money and her phone in it, and then applied some concealer, mascara and lipgloss, putting them into the purse when she was finished with them.
she placed a pair of sunglasses on her head and then ran downstairs.
"where are you going?" pedri asked.
"out." isa answered quickly, "bye!" with that, she left the house.
when she stepped foot outside and began to walk down the driveway, she saw jude bellingham's car waiting for her, and jude was sat in the driver's seat.
she opened the door to the passenger seat, "what are you doing here?" isa asked with a chuckle as she got into the car.
"well i obviously wasn't going to let you walk to a restaurant on your own." jude began to drive and then handed isa the AUX cord.
she plugged the AUX into her phone and began to play 'sparks' by coldplay and then placed her phone face down on her lap.
"did you enjoy the game today?" jude asked, his eyes on the road.
"yeah, it was great." isa smiled, looking at jude, "you're goal was good. i could've scored better."
jude smirked, "we'll have to see about that."
"i guess so." isa said, a smile still on her face.
whenever isabella was with jude she couldn't help but smile. it was something about him and his presence that made her feel happy.
"are you going to the spain game on wednesday?" jude asked.
"of course." isa looked out the window, "i'm confident that they'll win that game."
"hopefully not." jude said as the coldplay song ended.
"oi!" isa punched his shoulder which made jude laugh, "i went to your game today in an england jersey. you should at least wish for glory for my country."
"depends." jude shrugged.
"what do you mean depends?" isa laughed.
"well, if it was you who was playing then i'd wear a spain jersey." he said which made me smile, "who would you support if engalnd and spain played a game?" he asked.
