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"You spilled an entire americano on his brand new, white kit. On his first day here."
"It was an accident!"
An enemies to lovers story.
What happens if they're forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?
Jude Bellingham x female re...
Throughout the heart-stuttering night, Jude struggled to get the full rest he needed for training the next afternoon.
He was thankful training was scheduled later than usual because he'd struggled to get even a wink of sleep.
After the sudden way the girl had launched herself into his arms, crying herself back to sleep as he whispered sweet, reassuring words to her- Jude's thoughts were a complete mess.
Noticing her sleeping state, he'd shifted in her bed, leaning back into her pink satin pillows. Her head lying on his bare chest. He had adjusted her head and arms carefully, making sure she wouldn't touch his injured shoulder through the night.
And then?
He was stuck, only realizing how restricting the position was when she calmed down, especially considering how rigid his body had gone at the contact.
His mouth went dry and glass of water he had abruptly woken up for earlier was not even within the bounds of his thoughts.
Jude would not stop glancing down at her.
How could he not?
The way her bedside lamp had been hitting her face, the warm lighting giving him a clear look and emphasizing the softness of her state. Fast asleep, trusting him in her most vulnerable state, drunk and asleep.
It all made his heart thump in his ears, her calm breaths leaving through her nose and hitting his skin.
Jude had witnessed her drunken state before, weeks ago, back in London. A night that had taken a wrong turn unexpectedly.
He couldn't lie, the entire situation had him worked up from beginning to end.
Images of beating the creep's face bloody, even more than y/n's bag had done, flashed through his head.
Even when he when was lying in bed that night, sleepless- like this night.
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Shit.
My head is pounding, pounding like I've banged my head against the wall a multitude of times.
A splitting headache was the last thing I would want on a workday.
Why did I drink the night before a workday again?
I rub my eyes, squeezing them shut, to try to combat the pain in my head.
My satin pillow was oddly hard at the moment, making me groan in annoyance.
Did my pillow transform into a rock overnight?
"Will you pretend to be asleep for another ten minutes, or are you going to wake up?"
My soul almost escapes my body at the noise. I jump up, something resembling a scream leaving my lips.
My eyes widen as I scramble, not believing both my eyes and ears as I look at a shirtless, tired Jude, in my bed.
