kids • jude bellingham

one

16.6.23

chloe's pov

The streets of Madrid.

They're nothing like back home in Birmingham.

For a start, there isn't a crackhead on every block begging for a penny, or a roadman in all black trying to mug you.

Don't get me wrong, i love Birmingham, it's my home, it's where i'm from, and i'll always love it, but i'll never get over how grey and sad the streets of Stourbridge are.

I grab my coffee from the waiter and exit the small coffee shop, leaning against the wall and taking a sip.

I turn my phone off and stare off at the rest of the town square, people getting to wherever they needed to be on a late Friday afternoon.

I spot a face i lowkey recognise.

I'd seen the face on a newspaper the other day, but i just thought it would be someone who looked slightly similar to him. But now i was seeing him in real life-

it couldn't be? right?

'this can't be happening again'  i think to myself as i make short eye contact with the boy

jude's pov

I look her straight in the eyes

There's no way?

Too long it's been, i haven't seen her since we was 17.

I doubt she even wants to speak to me, i was such a bitch.

chloe's pov

He gravitates towards me

"Chloe? that you?"

"hola?" i say in Spanish raising an eyebrow "i think you have the wrong person, i am not chloe" i say in a fake spanish accent

"oh my days i'm so sorry" he says going red as he turns

I watch the boy walk away in embarrassment and instantly start laughing

"oi come back"

he turns and looks at me shocked

"fuck off" he says as his jaw drops wide open

"i'm sorryyyy"

"i was so fucking embarrassed, do you know how bad that was???"

"harden up a bit Bellingham"

"still remember me i see"

i shrug and smile "the fuck you doing here in Spain though?"

"hilarious, you never realised i'm a footballer innit?" he rolls his eyes

"oh it worked out? good for you" 

"don't lie to me Chloe, you were literally the biggest Liverpool fan i knew!"

"you knew i only watched footie for you" i calmly lie

"you did not!"

i stare at him "anyways what team do you play for?"

"Real Madrid"

"no way, you play with Keylor Navas?"

"what? no he left years ago you idiot"

"he did? that's sad, where's he at now?"

"PSG"

"oh damn, PSG, that's nostalgic"