𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, jude bellingham

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫,
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭?

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A month goes by, and I can tell you, Erling, Gio, Tayma, Jude and I are inseparable. Jude and I fight every second, but it's banter. I think. 

Mom has started her chemo and Tayma has been staying with me ever since we found out Mom has cancer again. Her hair has fallen out completely, but she's really happy, and that's all that matters. Gio, Erling and Jude have been more than helpful by coming every now and then to have dinner with my siblings, but that meant that I'd also have to go home instead of staying at the house me and Tayma bought. Obviously, Jude finds a way to get on my nerves but it's usually my fault and I admit that. He tries to fix things but I'm far too stubborn. 

Tonight was a friday night, which meant that Gio, Erling, Jude and Tayma were at mine and Taymas place for dinner, we got sick of the little kids fussing about. 

"Boy, put that phone down." Tayma hisses at Gio who kept taking pictures of her. 

"Fine, I'll take pictures of (Y/n)." He rolls his eyes. He snaps a few pictures of me before I could react.

"Gio, take pics of Erlings braids, they're stunning." I say, shoving Gios phone towards Erling.

"Cuz you did them." Erling says, smiling at me. 

Erlings a bit of a flirt, but its in a friendly way and I don't mind. 

"Alright, dinner time!" Tayma calls out. Everyone sits at the dinner table and Jude sits right next to me.

"Ew." I mumble, scooting away from him.

"You're so childish." He rolls his eyes.

"And you're so stinky. Stay the fuck away from me." I cover my nose. I was lying, he smells like cologne, but still.

"Please don't fight at the dinner table." Gio sighs, grabbing some food and putting it on Jude's plate.

"Sorry, mom." Jude mumbles, stabbing his food.

My phone starts ringing and I see a call from my father. 

"I'll be back, one sec." I tell them, getting up and walking to a separate room. "Hey, what's up dad?"

"I need money." He says.

"For what?" I ask, unamused and not shocked that he was asking me for money. 

Jude walks into the room, about to say something to me before pausing. He doesn't say anything and just leans against the door, watching me with crossed arms, waiting for me to be done talking to my father. 

"I need money for alcohol. Your mom's hospital bills are draining my wallet, I don't have much left." He explains.

"Dad, I'm not gonna give you money so that you can get drunk. Call me when you want my money for something useful." I say, annoyed. Before I could hang up the line, he starts speaking again.

"This is beneficial. I can't function without alcohol. How am I meant to take care of these lunatic kids?" He yells.

"Without drinking alcohol? I'm not giving you money unless it's for groceries or for the kids, that was our deal." I whisper, so Jude couldn't listen in. 

"You give me that god damn money or you'll never see your siblings again." He orders. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. He could use that money for something better, for moms hospital bills, for things to make my siblings happy, why for alcohol?