Teenage Fever | Jude Bellingham (Completed)

20.

𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒏
Bri The Virgin
𖣘ꨄ❤︎

Lying in his bed, nothing else seemed to matter. If I could I would freeze time just to be here with him forever. As he laid beside me, brushing my hair from my face gazing at me, I would have never imagined we'd end up here. Regardless of the start we had, I didn't see the twist coming.

Today's events, especially what happened in his dressing room, still lingered in my mind. There was no room for sulking over things not going as they should in my life right now.

"What's on your mind?" he asked softly.

"You," I answered honestly, eliciting a chuckle from him. He was so handsome, his smile was becoming my favorite sight.

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Me, huh? What about me?"

I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Just thinking about how things have changed," I admitted. "I never expected to be here with you like this."

His expression softened, and he reached out to gently trace the curve of my cheek with his fingertips. "Me either but I'm glad we're here," he murmured. "With you, everything feels different. Better."

I knew I was blushing but I couldn't help it, he must've caught on because his cheeky smile was back. He's so beautiful.

"I never told you," he began, his voice low and sincere, "but when I saw you for the first time, I was... captivated. You stood out in a way I couldn't explain."

I blinked in surprise, feeling a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. But I quickly pushed that away because he was literally lying right to my face "Really, you're such a liar" I laughed.

"How am I lying? It's true." He said in the most dramatic tone, his brum accent peaked.

"It's a lie, the first time you saw me you looked at me in the nastiest way, you literally stopped where I stood and looked down at me with your face made up before you unleashed the nastiest attitude" I corrected, he rolled over to his other side bursting out the biggest laugh.

"I noticed you from far away," he began, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Even then, I could see how gorgeous you are. But when I came closer and heard you speak, I swear I was trying to decipher your accent. In my defense, I was in the nastiest mood because I was going through some things. I apologize for that," he continued, still chuckling.

I couldn't help but laugh along with him, shaking my head in disbelief. "It's fine. But seriously, you need to pursue a career in theatre. You're way too dramatic," I teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You looked at me like that because of my accent? You've got to be kidding me. You, of all people, should not be doing too much with accents."

The laughter died down as soon as the words left my mouth, and I saw a hint of nervousness flash across his features. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What's wrong with me accent?"

"When you speak really fast, I swear it'll go over my head," I said, which made him laugh.

"You're trying to take a quick shot at me. I can't really hear me self or the accent, but it's still the elite one," he said, with a little sass that made me chuckle.