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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...
A/N: hihi, just wanted to thank you all for the love for the 2 most recent chapters <33 I'm loving all messages and comments!! 💖 please enjoy this chapter and stay tuned for the last chapter tomorrow (around 20:30 CEST)🥹🤍
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"You know that you're allowed to be upset, right, Jude?" She asks, looking down at the tired-looking boy.
"I know, but it's disappointing.." Jude murmurs back, moving his head to look up at her. His head on her lap, as her hands delicately play with the soft, just-washed curls on his head.
It's a soothing and intimate touch, something they'd both discovered to create a calm and relaxing atmosphere.
"You can be disappointed. It's difficult feeling like you're on top of the world one day, and the next you feel like shit."
y/n puffs out a breath, trying to reassure his thoughts and feelings with logical and rational reasoning.
Real Madrid had won the Super Cup final against their derby rivals Atletico Madrid only a week ago in Riyadh. Though, last night's loss against the exact same opponents for the Copa del Rey hadn't exactly gone the same way.
With the extra time and many yellow cards later, they eventually lost with two goals made by Atletico, throwing Real Madrid out of reach of the win in a very dramatic fashion.
It was a whirlwind of a week for Jude, and to him- all he needed was someone to help him sort his thoughts out.
"You can't change anything about the past, not even when you fret and ponder about it for years. You can only look forward and change what you think you can, think winning the league or even the Champions League, Jude..." She says, leaning back against the couch, warm fingertips hovering above his hairline.
"You sound like a motivational speaker.." He voices, chuckling while watching her recline on the couch.
"Well, what I'm saying is true. Like- when I thought you moving in would be the end of my life- it turned into- this.."
She points at him and back to herself, making a dramatic gesture.
"End of your life? That's harsh." He frowns, grasping her hand to prevent her from poking his eyes out.
"Well, then let's not remind you of the times I've wanted to punch you right across the face, wanting to wipe that smirk off your lips and-"
Her voice is cut off by his hand, it clamped over her mouth as only muffled noises escape from her lips.
"Should I feel threatened?" He questions, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, only to groan as she pokes her tongue through her lips. He removes his hand, wiping his wet hand on his trousers as he sits up from his position.
