RIDICULOUS. | JUDE BELLINGHAM

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—chapter 6—

Love is only a feeling - Joey Bada$$

—Jude—

Seeing Anailah in tears on the closet floor was something i never wanted her to go through again for some reason;

She was absolutely distraught, tears streaming down her face as she frantically searched for what i assumed to be one of her prized possessions. The word "no" leaving her mouth in frantic whispers as she desperately searches for her missing object.

Then she suddenly stops. Slowly turns her head and peers up at me in shame. I don't think she's let anyone see her like this before.

She chokes back a sob as she turns back and searches. 

"Let's go." I nod at her, grabbing my keys. i can't leave her in here in this state. As much as i dislike her.

"What?" Her question almost comes out as a whisper as she looks back up at me, the same embarrassment written all over her face.

"You're staying at mines. I can't leave you here." I quip, holding my hand out to her so she can get up.

She stares for a couple seconds before she takes it and stands up, dusting herself off.

Without any words, we lock her house and make our way back to my car.

The whole car ride, she doesn't say a single word, opting to stare out the window instead. When we make it to my house she doesn't even talk.

"I'll go get you some extra clothes, are you hungry?" I ask while i walk her to the guest room. She shakes her head, a weird embarrassed look still adorning her face.

"Okay just let me know if you need anything." I nod, leaving the room to go find her some clothes.

The minute i get to my room and get to my closet, my phone rings.

"Hey mom."

"When did you plan on telling me you have a girlfriend?" She ambushes, sternness in her tone.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh—"

"You should have told me! Your dad, brother, and i can catch a flight to madrid next week to come and see her!"she rambles, extremely optimistic about meeting Anailah.

"I don't think—" i start, but quickly get interrupted by my mom again.

"Don't even say a word. I'm so excited to meet her!" She practically cheers. "Ive got to finish cooking, i'll call you tomorrow. Love you, bye." She quips, hanging up on me before i can refuse.

I sigh, grabbing a random shirt from my closet and tossing it over my shoulder as i grab a towel for her as well. I head back over to the guest room and knock before opening.

Anailah's still stood, nervously biting the inside of her cheeks as she feverishly talks on the phone. Her back is turned to me, but i can see her hands shaking while she's explaining something in french.

Seeing as she's busy, probably fearing for her life, i quickly tap her on the shoulder and hand her the towel and shirt, leaving her room.