ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ jude bellingham x oc

LXXVIII

As much as I dont want to admit it. That fucking hurt- I'm not always great at eating, BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE THIS. I thought I was so much better but this. This shit hurts. And I know it shouldn't because I feel pretty and that should be all that matters, for fucksake Ella's.

I rolled over in my bed and felt wetness on my neck. Oh, I realised I was crying. "Cute." I mumbled to myself. I heard a knock on my door so I shoved my face under the duvet.

"Can I come in?" Jude.
I nodded but then remembered obviously he can't see me. "Yeah, sure."
I heard the door open and rays of light temporarily pass into my temporary bedroom.

"Hey." I began to hear Ju stripping himself of his clothes and walking around.
"Hi." I whispered my head still hurried in the duvet.

Eventually he got into bed, I felt him facing me.
"Amethyst?" I nodded hopping he could see me in the dark room,
"Look at me baby."
My body tensed up, as much as I love Jude I don't want him to know I'm insecure. I don't need him to know.

"Why?" I pushed still facing away.
"Baby please."
Silence.
"Amethyst I know you're upset."
I exhaled. How the fuck?
He continued on, "I know you too well A."
I decided to turn to him.
He saw my tear stained face; his already frowning face, if possible frowned even more.
"Is it Ella?" He whispered
"Mhm."

He breathed out heavily and made the decision to pull me into his chest,
"Amethyst May Bellingham. You're perfect from your hair to your toes, don't take that as me having a foot fetish. You're perfect the way you are, you're not fat and if you were it would make no difference to me and no difference to anyone of importance."
I nodded into his chest. "I love you Jude."
"Love you too."