Y/n had always been a football fan, but attending a Real Madrid match at Santiago Bernabéu was a dream come true. The atmosphere, the loud crowd, and the sea of white it was exhilarating. She had traveled from her hometown to watch real madrid play live, and her favorite player, Jude Bellingham, was starting tonight.
As the match progressed, Jude's performance on the field was mesmerizing. His agility, control, and passion were evident in every move he made. Y/n coruldn't take her eyes off him. She cheered every time he touched the ball, feeling a strange connection she couldn't quite explain.
After the match, y/n decided to explore the stadium. Lost in her thoughts and the grandeur of the place, she wandered into an area restricted to players and staff. Before she could turn around, she bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry," she stammered, looking up to see none other than Jude Bellingham.
"It's okay," Jude said with a friendly smile. "Are you lost?"
Y/n nodded, too stunned to speak. Jude laughed and said, "Come on, I'll show you the way out."
As they walked, they chatted about the match, football, and life. Y/n found herself feeling more comfortable around him than she had with anyone else. Before they parted ways, Jude handed her a small piece of paper.
"Here, this is my number. If you ever want to watch another match, let me know."
Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "Thank you, Jude. I definitely will."
As she walked away, she couldn't help but smile. Little did she know, this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.
#𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗮 — 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀!
Hii, hopefully you enjoyed it!
