Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

28.

Bianca Dawson
He's mine
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Lights flashed everywhere, "Bellingham here! Look this way, Jude!" The photographers voices blended as cameras clicked furiously, capturing every moment on the red carpet.

Jude looked every bit the star he was, standing tall and confident in his tailored suit. His presence commanded attention, and the crowd's energy gushing whenever he moved. I stood beside him, in a bit of awe I could never get used to how handsome he was. Being on the red carpet with him was surreal, like stepping into a dream where every moment felt larger than life.

Just a year ago I was plotting, moving whenever he moved. The photographers see my smile and think I may be trying to get a good shot but really, I was just proud of persistence actually paying off.

We started making our way down the carpet, Jude's hand gently guiding me. Photographers continued to call out his name, trying to get him to look their way. "Over here, Jude!" "Jude, smile for the camera!" He flashed his charismatic smile.

As we paused for a moment, a photographer yelled, "Bianca, what are you wearing tonight?" I looked around, momentarily taken aback by the question. The red carpet was filled with of glitz and glamour, and it was hard to believe that I was a part of it. I smiled, taking a deep breath.

"This is a custom gown by Maria Delgado," I replied, hoping my voice carried over the noise. The dress was stunning, a sleek, elegant piece that made me feel like a princess.

The photographers continued to call out, snapping photos of us from every angle. Jude, paused to give them a few more shots. He looked down at me with a smile that nearly made my knees buckle. I know whenever I see that picture it might just be my favorite.

The carpet was long, and each step felt like we were moving through a dream. I glanced around, trying to take it all in—the glamorous dresses, the handsome suits, the vibrant energy of the crowd. It was a night to remember, one that felt almost too good to be true.

As we neared the end of the carpet, I looked up at Jude, unable to hide my admiration. He must have felt my stare because he glanced down at me, his smile as warm as ever. That smile made my heart flutter, filling me with a sense of belonging and happiness that was hard to describe.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle amid the chaos.

"More than okay," I replied, squeezing his hand.

He chuckled softly. "you're doing great."

We finally stepped off the carpet, making our way inside the venue. The transition from the flashing lights and loud voices to the more subdued, elegant atmosphere of the interior was almost jarring.

Inside, the venue was beautiful, and the award ceremony was even better. I was beyond happy when Jude won. The room erupted in applause as he took the stage, his presence commanding respect and admiration. I felt a swell of pride in my chest, knowing how hard he worked to achieve this moment. The look on his face, made it all the more special.

After Jude gave his heartfelt acceptance speech, we decided not to stay until the end. We had made dinner reservations at a place Jude had picked out, and I was eager to spend some quiet time together, away from the flashing lights and the crowd.

We made our way to the location, a cozy and private restaurant tucked away in a quiet part of the city. The exterior was charming, with ivy climbing the walls and soft, warm lights at the entrance.

As we entered, a host greeted us with a warm smile and led us to our table. The interior of the restaurant was just as beautiful as the outside. It was intimate, with candlelit tables and soft music playing in the background. The atmosphere was perfect for a night of celebration and reflection.