Teenage Fever | Jude Bellingham (Completed)

27.

𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒏
Stuck on you
𖣘ꨄ❤︎

I felt Jude's lips on my forehead, giving me a gentle kiss. Still not fully awake, I remained comfortably snuggled up in his bed until the sound of my ringing phone frightened me out of my sleep. With squinted eyes, I saw that it was Serena calling.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Where are you?" Her voice sounded urgent, almost like a panicked parent. "I've been trying to reach you all night."

"I'm at Jude's," I replied, my voice still thick with sleep. "Did something happen?" I asked, glancing at the time on my phone's screen. It was only 8:18 AM.

"Well, no," she began, her tone softening slightly. "But it's just unlike you not to reply. I was worried. Are you okay? Wait, did you say you're at Jude's?"

"Yeah, I am," I confirmed, feeling a bit of annoyance at being woken up for what seemed like a non-emergency.

"You've been spending all your time with him," She said, "I love that, you're in your sprung era" I laughed shaking my head even though she couldn't see me.

"You want to come over? He won't be back until in the afternoon" I asked casually, I was trying really hard to not tell her how I spent my night. A reaction in person would be so much better.

"Sure, I have an early nail appointment that I'm at right now, so as soon as I'm through. Just send me the pin" she said.

"Alright," I said before hanging up. I shared my location as soon as I hung up.

I took a deep breath as memories from last night flooded back. A smile stretched across my face as I rolled out of his bed. My legs still felt a bit shaky as I made my way to the bathroom.

Washing my face, I couldn't help but wonder if I was imagining it, but I felt like I was glowing. Brushing my teeth, I found myself still smiling, echoes of Jude's voice floated around in my mind. My stomach dropped as I recalled the way he looked at me. Is this how I'll feel after each time?

After taking a shower and straightening the bed, which still carried the scent of fresh sheets he had put on after our night together of activities, I headed towards the door to go downstairs for breakfast. However, I paused when I heard voices. It sounded like a woman and a young man. Perhaps it was the chef he had mentioned and Evelyn.

"No the shoot was pushed to 11, I believe," the woman said, she had a strong English accent, one similar to Jude's.

"Did he know our flight time was changed?" The other voice said, also an English accent.

As I stepped into view, I realized it was too late to retreat up the stairs. My eyes locked with Denise Bellingham, Jude's mother, standing beside another figure whom I recognized as Jobe.

Their faces were familiar from the numerous pictures I had seen. Jobe wore a smug expression as his gaze leisurely traced from the top of my head down to my toes before meeting my eyes with a subtle nod, almost as if granting his silent approval.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bellingham," I managed to greet her, trying to sound composed despite being on the verge of pissing my shorts.