I NEED YOU||Jude Bellingham

006.

                                      28/04
                                   JUDE

My heart is pounding. Just two days left until the Champions League semifinal, and the pressure feels like a weight I can't shake off. Every fiber of my being is screaming for Real to make it to the final. After all those years with Borussia, Bayern has never been my favorite.I can already feel the weight of the jersey on my shoulders, and I'm ready to give it my all for my team. This it's a battle that we can't afford to lose.

To escape the suffocating tension, I decide to wander through the vibrant streets of Madrid, the sun kissing my skin and making the world seem a bit lighter. My loyal personal assistant keeps pace, always a step behind me, as we slip in and out of chic boutiques. My mind starts to drift, dreaming of the summer ahead. After the Euros, I've got plans,big plans. And let's not forget the ridiculous bet I made with Trent, my best friend and fellow national teammate. The challenge? To hook up with more than ten girls this summer. Should be a breeze, right? With my charm, every girl is swooning at my feet.

As I stroll into Hermes, on the hunt for the perfect necktie (because let's be real, they are the best), my eyes scan the opulent displays of luxury. The shop attendants are a flurry of activity, all tied up with customers, but just as I spot the only free worker, someone approaches him before than me. A tall figure with flowing blonde hair, and when she turns around, I can't help but chuckle.

Martyna Ronaldo? Martyna Santos? What is her fucking last name? Whatever it is, this shopping trip just became a hundred times more exciting. A playful grin spreads across my face as I think of all the ways to tease this rich, but hot ,very hot girl.

                                 MARTYNA

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, I spotted the only free assistant. I think they should hire 3 or more. I approached him, my voice trembling slightly with hope.

"Sorry, do you have the Oran Sandals with fur?"

I asked, barely able to contain my excitement. I just love fashion and shopping.But before he could respond, a calm, ironic voice sliced through the air behind me.

"They have them, but they're very expensive"

Spinning around, my breath hitched in my throat. No way. What in the world was Jude Bellingham doing in a Hermes store on an ordinary Tuesday at 3 PM? My heart raced, and I felt like I might tear the whole place apart.

Rolling my eyes with all the grace I could muster, I focused back on the shop assistant, who was too polite and gentle to be bothered by Bellingham's presence

"Yes, please follow me, and I'll show you all the colors"

he said, his voice almost soothing against the tension crackling in the air.

But as I walked, I noticed Jude trailing behind like a shadow. Did he want a pair of fur sandals too?

"You're going to spend that much money?"

he shot at me, trying to provoke a reaction

"Why do you even care?"

I snapped, raising an eyebrow

"This is the last piece I need, and this it's a limited edition"

"All the colors? That's a lot. Don't you think?"

I turned to him, irritation bubbling over

"Why do you care? And why are you still following me?"