ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ jude bellingham x oc

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Ame I'm so sorry, I was too pussy to come talk to you. After I asked to meet you I panicked and truth be told, you make me nervous Amethyst.

I really fucking like you Amethyst. Maybe I LOVE you.

I know it's strange to you- we have been friends for years and I don't intend to date you and I need to move on but I just wanted you to know.

I know that I'm 21 and you're 17 but it's not that bad really.

You deserve better then Jude and maybe better is me. What can he give you what I can't- it roams my mind all the time.

Let me love you.

Bitch that's a whole fucking case. I thought to myself as I read the messages pulling myself off the sofa. This bitch crazy to think that's alright.

'Let me love you' ALRIGHT JUSTIN BIEBER. THE FUCK?

Finally, I took myself up the stairs considering it was 7:21AM and if Jude wasn't awake then he could wake up. I knocked on Jude's door- hearing no reply I walked in seeing a confused Jude laid where I left him ,his grip still on the pillow he assumed was me.

We made eye contact and Jude instantly frowned and looked down at the pillow in his arms. "Eh?" he groaned half asleep. 

I indicated my head to the note on his bedside table still in my favorite red lipstick. Bloody hell. I watched as Jude's eyes flickered over the words his body tensing up as his eyes pulled away. 

"What did he want to talk about then?"

I sat on the bed next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. "He never showed."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" He mumbled

I shook my head frantically although I could see why one in his position may have assumed that too. I gave him my phone and clicked on the messages. As he reached the end of the final message he placed my phone on his lap. Looking me in my eyes he whispered, "You know you're mine, everyone should know that."