Thinkin Bout You - Jobe Bellingham

1. 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐀

chapter one ❤︎︎
- kaliyah's pov -

'I'm home.' I called as i came through the door and took of my shoes. I put my car keys down on the side and headed through to the kitchen, i knew i could smell something cooking.

'Hi baby.' My mother said, kissing my cheek as i walked over to greet her. 'Pasta for dinner.' She smiled.

'Sounds good. I'm gonna go shower real quick.' I told her before i walked out and went upstairs to my bedroom.

I wouldn't say we were 'rich' but our house was definitely considered nicer than most houses round here in Birmingham. My parents work hard for the money they earn and i'm extremely grateful.

I walked into my en-suite and turned on my spotify playlist. White Mustang - Lana Del Ray.

I got out of my work clothes and got into the shower, washing my hair and freshening up.When i came out i got into a basic set of some creamy coloured joggers and a hoodie, comfort is key.

'You spoken to Jude recently?' My dad asked me as the three of us sat eating our dinner.

'Yeah, a little. I don't want to bother him too much, he'll need time to settle in.' I answered, i do miss how often we used to talk but i know he's probably got more important things to be doing at the minute.

'He's doing incredibly at Real Madrid already, i spoke to Mark earlier on today.' He replied, shoving a mouthful down his throat.

'We must all get together soon, i think it'd be lovely to congratulate him on moving.' Mom added.

'Well it'll be a little difficult considering he's in a whole new country.' I sighed.

'I'll speak with Denise, she'll come up with something. She always does.' Mom said, getting up and beginning to clear the table.

Later on that evening i was scrolling through my instagram feed when Jobe's post came up. He was also a baller, although not as known as his older brother, we all still loved him just as much.

I had never been that close to Jobe, not how i've been close with Jude. I guess he was just the shy little brother who never really said much. I had still spoken to him before though, obviously, we'd pretty much grown up together.

Both of the boys were extremely popular with the girls in school when we were younger, i'd always find girls trying to become friends with me just to get to them. I guess that was why i never really ended up with many actual friends.

It's getting pretty late and i know i have work in the morning, i hate going down there after they've been open all night. Morning shifts cleaning are the WORST.

A few days later i was home alone, waiting for my parents to come back. They'd been out together all day, apparently shopping with Mark and Denise and going out for a meal afterwards.

Mom being out meant i had to sort my own food, which i'm perfectly capable of doing but she always wants to cook for me. She says i'm still her 'baby' living under her roof, so she must cook.

I hear the lock turning on the door from the kitchen and then shortly after the voices of my parents, and also Mark and Denise. I didn't know they were coming back here too?