Electric Touch | Jude Bellingham

Chapter 12

"That was so fun," I smiled throwing my bag down on Jude's uncomfortable black leather chair. "Especially when Jobe's crutch got caught in the gutter."

"I genuinely saw my life flash before my eyes,"  he smiled, "I'm going to call Mum."

He left me and Jude alone in the living room. I walked over to the kitchen and got a drink of water. Jude was furiously typing on his phone, feet propped up. I pushed them off and sat down next to him. He looked at me for a second before turning his attention back down to his screen.

"Well, Evelyn, thank you so much for helping me out today," I said to myself, mocking Jude's voice.

He sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry. Thank you."

I smiled. "What's wrong anyway? You nearly punched a hole through your phone screen."

"My flight to Paris has been cancelled, and I need to find a new one," he explained.

"You're going to Paris?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "It's the Ballon D'Ors."

"Oh, a football thing," I nodded and he rolled his eyes. "I'm going to Paris, tonight."

"You are?"

"Yeah, John was going to take me this week for half term," I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. "But he's obviously working, so I was going to go alone."

"So you have a spare ticket?"

"Jude," I said slowly, "I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Ok Lynnie," Jude sat up and grabbed my hands. His hands enveloped mine and made a prayer symbol. "I am begging, I'm up for an award. If I don't go-"

"You're up for an award?" I cut him off.

He smiled. "Yeah and I think I have a good chance."

I looked into his deep brown eyes. They were hopeful and happy, I missed them. "Ok fine, the flight leaves at 8."

He grinned and squeezed my hands. I became very aware of his contact. I could feel my heart rate rising.

"Jude?" Jobe called from the other room. He let go of my hands and I could breathe again. "Mum wants to speak to you."

"I'll be ready for 5," he got up and left.

Jobe hobbled in from the bedroom. "Why's he smiling like he's just solved world hunger?"

I laughed. "We're going to Paris."

"Together?"

"Why are you pulling that face?" I asked as Jobe scrunched up his face.

"No reason."

"Jobe..."

"I'm just saying be careful," he sighed. "I saw you both last time, that was not pretty."

"Well this is different," I said, nodding. Not sure if I was convincing Jobe, or myself. "We're not together, and I have John."

"Sure."

Jude walked back in, smiled and everything melted away.