𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, jude bellingham

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲?
'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

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"Thank you so much for doing all of this." I appreciate Gio and Erlings cooking as Tayma walks out the bedroom of my youngest brother, right after tucking him in. 

"It's the least we could do." Erling smiles, patting my shoulder. 

Gio places a plate of food in front of everyone before taking his seat. 

"It's really late, you guys could take the 2 guest rooms." I offer. "Tayma'll sleep with me." 

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Gio nods, digging into his food.

The 5 of us eat while making small talk with each other. I finish my food quickly, earlier than the others so I could run upstairs and give them some pyjamas from my dads cupboard. 

"I'm going up to bed." Tayma calls out, before walking up the stairs, leaving me alone downstairs. 

I turn on the tap and start to wash the dishes, yawning in the process. 

"Need help?" A familiar, irritating voice says from behind me. No way he's asking if I need help as if he didn't fat shame me in the hospital. 

"No." I reply.

"Tough." Jude shrugs before grabbing the sponge out my hand and shoving me away from the sink.

"Jude, piss off. Let me clean." I grumble, walking closer to him.

"Nope." He says, sticking out his leg and kicking me away gently. 

"You're so childish." I huff, taking off my apron and hanging it away. 

"Just let me wash them. It's the least I can do after being a dick." He shrugs.

"You're really bipolar." I mumble.

"I'm just trying to help." Jude rolls his eyes.

"And I could've done it myself, I didn't need your help." I say, putting the dry dishes away in the cupboard.

"Do you have a problem with everything i do?" He asks, stopping to scrub the dishes and staring at me.

"I mean, after you body shamed me on our way to the hospital, everything you've done since then pissed me off." I snap back, leaving the room and not letting him answer. 

"Bitch." I hear him say from the kitchen, causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance. 

The next morning, I wake up to yelling. I immediately jump out the bed and run down to see my siblings screaming and playing. 

"Can you keep it down? My friends are upstairs sleeping." I hiss at them. "Claire don't hit Jaden with the hair dryer." I snap at my younger sister. She's 9, why can't she act her age. 

"(Y/n), theres a man in the house." She says, dropping the hair dryer. 

"No way! That's Jude Bellingham!" My 8 year old brother, Jaden, yells. "Stop- That's fucking Erling Haaland!" 

"Language!" Tayma shrieks in a tired voice.

"That's Gio Reyna!" Jaden points at them. "Omg, AUNTIE TAYMA!" He yells, running and hugging her tightly. 

"Hey kiddo." She smiles, messing up his hair.

"Damn, he's more excited to see Tayma than us." Erling laughs.