LOSE ME OR LOSE HER

5. BACK HOME

Chapter 5

📍PARIS, FRANCE 🇫🇷

~Tory's POV~

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring through my hotel room. Groaning, I sat up, leaning my head against the headboard and stretching my arms. The sun shined in through the curtains—well, through the curtains I forgot to close last night. I sighed, switched off the alarm, and scrolled through my socials. Time seemed to slip away, and when I finally glanced at the clock, panic hit me. I had a flight to catch and only 30 minutes left to get ready!

I jumped out of bed and hurried into the shower. While the water ran over me, my phone rang—it was my manager.

"Tory, be quick, we gotta go!" she screamed through the phone before abruptly hanging up.

I rolled my eyes. There was no way I was rushing. I was going to take my sweet time. After finishing my shower, I pulled on a comfy airport outfit, packed the last of my things, and took the elevator down to the lobby, where I met up with Camila. We both looked exhausted from the night before, but it had definitely been worth it.

"Yesterday was so fun," Camila grinned. "I saw a little something between you and Jude. I still can't believe we actually hung out with Jude Bellingham!"

I blushed but quickly dismissed it. "Girl, no, there's nothing there."

Camila burst into laughter. "The way you were looking at him didn't seem like nothing."

Before I could respond, our taxi arrived, and we headed off to the airport. We were running through the terminal like maniacs because our gate was closing in seven minutes. Luckily, we made it just in time, and as soon as I found my seat, I sank into it, relieved. I grabbed the window seat, as always, because I loved watching the plane take off and the floating clouds.

During the flight, Camila fell asleep on my shoulder, and I dozed off too, waking up just before we landed in Madrid. It felt good to be back. I missed the loud football fans and the light breeze in the evening.

📍MADRID, SPAIN🇪🇸

After we got off the plane, Camila and I parted ways with our managers and headed to my apartment to unwind. We spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and relaxing while I made a quick pasta dish with the last of my groceries. Later that evening, Camila decided to head home. We hugged goodbye, and I was left to enjoy some peace and quiet. Blasting 'SHAMELESS - Camilla Cabello' whiles singing my heart out. I could hear my neighbor screaming. "cállate, suenas terrible coño"

Translate: Shut up you sound terrible ****

I just ignored it. After a while. I sat on my couch and went on my phone.

As I scrolled through Instagram, a notification caught my eye.

JUDE BELLINGHAM STARTED FOLLOWING YOU

I stared at my phone, frozen in shock. I wasn't expecting that at all! Immediately, I texted Camila, asking if I should follow him back. Of course, she said yes. But I hesitated. I didn't want to seem too eager, especially with all the fangirls who would have something to say. After waiting for about 20 minutes, I finally followed him back.

Almost immediately, I saw a DM from him.

Jude Bellingham

Hey Tory

Hey Jude

I really enjoyed last night. We should definitely do it again.

Are you asking me out on a date?

If you want it to be...

I'm joking 😂
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My heart raced a little as I stared at the message, not quite believing this was happening. Jude Bellingham—the Jude Bellingham—was casually sliding into my DMs. I laughed softly to myself, my doubts from earlier about following him back fading away. After sending my last message, I closed Instagram, letting my phone rest on the couch.

The quiet evening felt different now, like something had shifted. I started thinking back to our time together in Paris—the jokes, the laughter, and the way we'd clicked so easily. Maybe Camila wasn't totally wrong. There was something about him, but I wasn't ready to admit that to her, or even to myself, just yet. I decided to check my emails. A few business ones were waiting for me, so I spent a little time replying to them, trying to keep my mind busy.

Afterward, I went through my nightly routine, starting with my skincare. As I massaged my moisturizer into my face, I couldn't help but wonder where this thing with Jude might go. I wasn't looking for anything serious, but there was definitely a spark, something that had been left unfinished back in Paris.

By the time I finished my routine and grabbed a light snack, it was already late. I crawled into bed, but sleep didn't come as easily as I expected. My mind kept drifting back to Paris—the fun, the late-night adventures, and of course, Jude. It was strange how one unexpected night could lead to something more. Would we hang out again? Would it actually become something? I didn't know, but part of me was excited to find out.

Finally, I let my thoughts drift as sleep slowly took over. Tomorrow, I had an early meeting with my manager, and as much as I wanted to think on what happened tonight, I knew I needed rest. As my eyes closed, the last thing I saw was that DM from Jude flashing in my mind.

MAYBE THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING NEW.

A/N: These chapters might seem a little slow, but trust me, the drama is on its way! Thank you so much for being patient and sticking with me. I appreciate all of your support more than you know. ❤️