FROM HATE TO… WHAT? - jb
A/N: This was my first request and I deleted it by accident when I posted it for the first time :( I’m so sorry, anon. Hope you like it! Lots of love ♡
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You loved your job. You were extremely grateful for every aspect of your life at the moment; except for one tiny detail…
“Come on! Can you move faster?” That irritating voice shouted again, getting on your nerves. “This is all your fault.”
“How is it my fault that your lazy ass couldn’t get out of bed on time? I set three alarms!” You shouted back, trying your best to walk as fast as possible with an extra bag on the heavier side on your shoulder. “And, for the record, this isn’t my responsibility.”
Jude only gave you a nasty look in response, ignoring that him being late for the photoshoot was entirely his fault and not yours. Seems like no matter how many months passed, he still believed you were his personal assistant, instead of just one of the many managers for the national team.
“Stop!” You said when the door to the studio was visible. “Late and bad at dressing yourself. Don’t you know how to take proper care of yourself?” He’s a momma’s boy, you knew that. He was so spoiled that it made sense why he was so rotten.
“Can you stop criticizing? It’s enough torture to hear your voice this close.”
That was a good one, and the urge to reply with something even hurtful was there, but if you did, you’ll get fired. Of course, the golden boy of the team couldn’t live with being “bullied” by staff members.
So you stayed silent, fixing his tie and shirt the best you could. While trying to get some of the few wrinkles away from the fabric, you thought that it was a shame… Such a hot guy, but so insufferable. Instant turn-off.
“Well, this is the best I can do… Get out of my sight.” You said with a calmer tone, expecting him to behave now that other people could hear him bark at you like the dog he was.
“It would be a pleasure to stop seeing your face for a few hours.” He whispered after a few seconds, giving you a nasty look that did no help to your murdering instincts.
“Cunt…” You whispered once he was out of earshot.
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“Hey, darling!” For once, you faced a nice person. It’s been a few hours since the photoshoot, and since you were one of the main managers, your job was to attend the players with anything they could possibly want. You knew Jude would take advantage of this, so you sneaked out of the zone he was sitting at.
“Mason.” You greeted back, not wanting to hide the smile he puts on your lips every time he was around. Unlike someone else, Mason was sweet and educated when asking for something, so it was always a pleasure to work with him. “It’s been a while since we chatted.” “Yeah! I was wondering when I could catch you without Jude around…” He sat beside you, waving his eyebrows with a smirk on his face. “He’s… very protective of you.”
“What?” His words were more than confusing. “You meant tyrannic?”
“No, not at all. It’s just that he doesn’t like it when the rest of us get too close to his precious manager.” He gave you another smile, seeming happy with your terrorized expression. “But that’s not the thing I wanted to talk about with you.” Mason fixed his posture, looking unbothered by other players being close to the both of you. “Do you know about the charity event next week?”
“Yeah! Must be fun to be able to attend that type of thing.” You didn’t know where this whole conversation was going, but you liked it. “Why you ask?”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could go together. You know, a little casual thing.” That took you by surprise. Mason Mount asking you on a date… And not any date, but a charity event type of date?
“Well…” You stuttered, not knowing what to say.
“What are you doing? Let’s go, my family is waiting for me at the hotel.” Of course…
“Can’t you see I’m having a conversation with Mason? Don’t be a rude prick, Jude.” You said under your breath, embarrassed that Mason heard everything.
“It’s okay, darling. Mate, we’re kinda talking about something important. Two minutes?” Jude’s eyes wandered between the two of you, arching one eyebrow.
“Sure…” He said after a few seconds, looking at you with the type of eyes he used when he wanted to go somewhere else asap. “I’ll get my bag while you guys finish.”
“So? What do you say?” Mason’s smile never wandered while he saw Jude walking away.
You studied his face for a moment before smiling back. Fuck it.
“Give me your phone.” And then he knew he was getting not only a date but your number as well.
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The ride to the hotel was extremely tense and you couldn’t wrap your finger around what happened. It’s not like you two weren’t used to fighting half the time (if not more) you were together.
You could feel him sending glares at your profile, making you wonder if he was about to say something or not. With a sigh, you decided to give in.
“What is it?” The question seemed to take him aback, because you could feel him moving around the passenger’s seat.
“What is what?” He asked back, not letting his rude tone leave his voice.
“You know I’m not getting paid enough for all of this, right? You’re obviously uncomfortable about something, and for the sake of my mental health, you better take it off your chest.”
“Why do you care?” Was the only thing he said for a while before huffing. “What were you and Mason talking about?”
Oh?
“That’s what’s been bothering you this entire time?” You laughed. “I knew you were nosy, but damn.” He didn’t reply, so you kept talking. “And, for your information, that’s none of your business.” It felt good to use his own words as a weapon.
“Whatever…” Ah, how nice. It was always a win when you got the last word.
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The Bellingham’s were the nicest people ever… Except for Jude, but that didn’t matter.
His parents were always sweet and caring towards “the person who took the most care of their son while they were away” (their words, not yours); his brother was shy, but you had seen him around his family and some friends a few times, he seemed like the perfect version of Jude. Not rude, which was your dream come true.
“Are you staying for lunch, dear?” Jude’s mom, Denise, asked when you were about to say your goodbyes.
“Oh, I…”
“Yeah! You need to, I’m sure you haven’t eaten all day.” His father said, smiling while Jude, who was behind him, looked at you with dead eyes. “Our treat.”
“Well, if you insist.” The smile you gave them was sincere, but you knew it was mostly provoked by the expression of pure pain on Jude’s face.
In a few minutes, the whole group (including you) were entering the hotel’s restaurant, which was one of the fanciest in London, so it didn’t surprise you to feel underdressed the moment you entered the room. But you kept going, even daring to sit between Jude and Jobe, just to make the last of your petty moves.
“So! Jude told me there was this huge charity event next week. Are you going, dear?” Denise asked after the waiter was gone.
“Well-”
“Oh no, mom. I doubt it, it’s mostly for the players and their dates.” He smiled with pure bliss for the first time in two hours. Pointing you with his thumb, he almost let out a laugh. “And I doubt her, out of all managers, is getting a date.”
“Excuse me?” You said immediately, wanting to punch him.
“Jude Bellingham!” Denise scolded him at the same time, looking mortified. “Who taught you to be this rude? I’m sorry, darling. He doesn’t mean it like that…”
Before losing the battle against him, you decided to use a better option.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Bellingham. Actually, I do have a date for the charity event.” You smiled with ease, not looking at Jude.
“What?!” His voice came louder than expected, bringing the attention of some people a few tables away. “What do you mean you have a date? That’s not possible.”
“Not possible?” Oh, now you were offended. “For your information, Mason is my date. He asked me earlier.”
“He did what?” And now he dared to act offended? This man was unbelievable. “What did he say to you?”
“He just asked me!” Before letting him carry on with the fight, you realized his family was still there on the table. “And this is not the time to interrogate me, Jude.”
“Let’s go outside, then.” He simply said, standing.
“What? No!”
“Walk.” And he headed to the door.
“I’m… so sorry. I’ll talk to him.” The Bellingham’s were shocked, because they only gave you a nod. You stood, fuming.
Jude was outside the restaurant, looking like he was about to murder someone. Probably you.
“What’s wrong with you? You did a scene back there! How embarrassing.” Was the first thing you said.
“No, what’s wrong with you?” He asked instead, getting too close for your liking. “How come you accepted a date from Mason? Are you crazy?”
“I’m sorry, did you knock your fucking head on a wall this morning? I don’t owe you any explanations, Bellingham. And why are you acting like I need your permission?” This whole thing was just ridiculous.
“You’re not going. And not with him, that’s for sure.”
You paused, raising your eyebrows as high as physically possible.
“Are you trying to forbid me from going to the event with Mason?” You asked with a calmer tone, breathing as deep as possible so you didn’t kill him right on the spot.
“Yeah, so?”
“Oh, fuck you!” That was the last straw. “Get a life and stay away from mine, are we clear? Say sorry to your parents on my behalf, I’m leaving.” And those were the last words you said before turning, walking as fast as you could.
Needless to say that you ignored his calls.
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You didn’t know how, but after that absurd fight with Jude at the hotel (God, you cringed by the thought of his parents being present during it), you managed to avoid him and any activity that involved him. The only good thing that came out of the whole mess was your new found friendship with Mason.
You texted non-stop and were excited about the whole planning of the “date”; turns out he just wanted to go with you, but not in a romantic type of way, and you were grateful. You weren’t ready for the dating world just yet.
Now it was almost time to leave for the event. You were excited, yes… But a bit mortified by the fact that Jude was definitely there as well. The douchebag.
✉️ Mason: Get ready because there’s a limusine about to be at your door.
The text took you aback, smiling for how extra he was behaving.
✉️ Are you crazy?
✉️ Mason: Of course I am. Go hard or go home, baby!
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When you took the first step out of the car, you knew all the pep-talk Mase gave you on the way was useless. Nothing prepared you for the amount of flashes, people and celebrities you encountered in the short amount of time that took the two of you to get to the main entrance.
“Fucking hell…” You said when not many people were around. You knew most of the footballers there, if not personally, by reputation. The amount of famous faces was crazy, and you almost passed out when Erling Haaland walked near you.
“I always enjoy seeing people losing their event-virginity.”
“Iugh, Mase… That sounded kinda wrong.”
“Did it?” You gave him a look.
“Yeah?” You laughed. “Wait, I’ll go to the bathroom really quick.” You needed to make sure your nerves weren’t making you sweat on ridiculous amounts.
“I’ll be at our table.”
You nodded, walking past a few tables, being able to find the bathrooms quickly. Thank God, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to survive if they were in a side hallway or something like that. When you were two meters from the door, a hand grabbed your wrist without force, but it scared you anyway.
“What the-” You almost choked on your tongue. Jude.
“Was difficult enough to catch you alone.”
“Creepy way to say hello, but okay.” You couldn’t help the sass. seeing how unbothered he seemed by it.
“Can we talk?” The question alone was a surprise, but the tone of his voice was the oddest part: it was soft.
“Okay?” You accepted, feeling extremely curious about what he could want. He was acting like a normal human being for once.
You walked past the bathrooms in silence. Few people were around the zone you were entering, and after a few steps, both of you encountered tall glass doors that led to balconies.
“Okay, this is private enough.” Jude said, letting your wrist go. You didn’t even notice he was still holding it.
“Why do you need so much privacy? If this is about my date with Mason…”
“Yeah, it’s exactly about that.” He looked tired, not even confrontational. What was wrong with him? “Why did you come with him? I don’t get it.”
“What do you mean? He asked me and I didn’t see a problem. Besides, he’s my friend.” It didn’t make sense, why were you explaining yourself to him?
“If you only waited for me to…” He grew frustrated by the second. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s going on with you, Jude? Waiting for you?” He stayed quiet, looking at you in a way that you’d never seen before. It made you nervous. “Are you going to explain yourself?” You touched his arm, trying to get a reaction out of him.
It happened fast; one second, you were touching his arm and the next thing you know, he’s kissing you. It took you by surprise, so you stayed paralyzed for a few seconds, not knowing why you weren’t pushing him away from you. Then his lips started to move, and suddenly you didn’t know why you could ever push him away. The kiss was sweet but fast, making you feel dizzy and warm.
Oh my god…
When he broke the kiss, the two of you were gasping for air, looking at each other with similar expressions of surprise. Seems like he couldn’t believe what just happened.
“What the fuck was that?” You asked, still holding his shoulders with such force, your fingers started to hurt. “Jude?”
“Don’t pretend like this hasn’t been coming for a long time.” It was the first time he smiled at you with nothing more than… happiness? “Fucking hell…”
And then he kissed you again. And you let him, because as always, you couldn’t deny him anything.
