Bellingham Imagines

Jobe Bellingham - Dramatic

Jobe and you were seatet next to each other on the large table, decorated with Christmas decor and filled with delicious food. You were celebrating Christmas together at the Bellingham house this year.

"Can you please give me the potatoes, (Y/N)?" you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend, Jobe ask you, pulling you out of your daydreams.

"yup" you answered shortly, reaching for the potatoes in front of you and handing them to Jobe without giving him a look in the eyes.

The two of you had a fight earlier but were too late to communicate and solve it so you got to the Bellingham's pretty angry with each other, the harsch words you exchanged still lingering in the back of your mind.

It was a stupid argument about Jobe running late which resulted in you doing all the chores at home alone. You usually didn't mind but you were sad and angry at that moment, turning the conversation into a heated argument.

The tension was unbearable and you really tried to hide that you were mad at each other but you saw how everyone noticed. It wasn't the usual warm, lovely mood in the room and every time you thought about Jobe's words, your eyes started watering just a little bit.

The attention was currently not on you and Jobe right now as you felt a familiar hand placing itself on your thigh, making you shiver.

"(Y/N) please just stop being so dramatic about this right now." was what you heard him whispering inside to you.

And that was it. The room fell silent as they heard your chair scraping across the floor. You stood up as quickly as you could, excusing yourself in a hurry and quickly running up the stairs into Jobe's childhood bedroom.

Maybe you were overreacting but you were hurt, for you, Jobe's words hurt, and he didn't seem to understand that.

As you were sat in Jobe's old room the dining room was silent until the older Bellingham spoke up.
"What happened man? I have never seen (Y/N) so sad and quiet." he asked his brother.

Jobe sighed, "I came home much later than I told her I would today. We agreed to do the chores together and then just spend the day together. We had like this huge argument and I said some pretty bad things." he said regretfully, burying his face in his hands.

"I don't know why it's such a big deal for her tho. I mean we are together now." he said, looking at his brother.

"Jobe, she wanted to spend some of Christmas with you, only you. I would've been hurt too." Denise popped in.

"What did you say tho? That she's so upset?" Jude asked carefully.

Jobe sighed again, looking absolutely regretful. "I said that maybe we shouldn't spend any time at all together anymore, since she's so upset about me being late this one time, I don't even know why I said that." he added.

"That's fucked man, even I wouldn't have said that." Jude said.

"Jobe, please talk to her. It's early. Don't ruin her whole Christmas." Denise said, slight disappointment evident in her voice.

Jobe immediately stood up, coming towards the bedroom, knocking on the door carefully.

You didn't say anything, you wanted to talk but at the same time you just wanted him to leave you alone, to not hurt you anymore.

As the door opened slowly, the oh so familiar face greeted you. He looked different tho, guilty almost.
"What do you want?" you snapped.
"(Y/N)-"

"No Jobe, if you just want to argue again, go away." you admitted, looking down hurt.

"Baby, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things." he answered, sitting down next to you.

"Obviously." you answered.

"I want to spend time with you. I always do."

"Didn't seem like that when you were late today." you told him, obviously angry now.

"I know. And I'm really sorry. I didn't know that today was so important to you." Jobe said, putting his arm around you, holding you as he saw the tears forming in your eyes.

"I just- you know that my family is not here. And I was alone the whole day, I love christmas and I just wanted to spend it with you, I really put a lot of thought into your present and I couldn't even give it to you in private. Jobe, you really, really hurt me today." You admitted truthfully, all that anger turning into sadness as the tears kept running down your cheeks.
Jobe's grip around you tightened with your words, he felt really bad.

"I really fucked up today. I know that. And I was so focused on the fact that I will see my family today that I totally forgot you can't spend Christmas with yours. I promise I will look after your feelings more. I'm sorry, baby." He told you, placing kisses on your head.

"I know. And thank you, for apologizing." You said.

"I love you, (Y/N). And I want to spend every Christmas with you, forever." He said, kissing your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the feeling, finally feeling comfortable again.

"Do you want to go down again? Get some food in you, you didn't eat a lot yet." Jobe asked you, his fingers stroking yours.

"Yeah." You said, wanting to get up again.

"Hey!" Jobe called out, pulling you down again.
He took his thumbs and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. Kissing both of your eyes carefully.

"I will never make you cry again, my love." He told you, finally connecting his lips with yours.