Wait This Is So Funny

wait this is so funny

Day Three - Beach day

You woke up to the sound of your alarm this morning, having gone off at 8:30am. You got dressed, a swim suit with a coverup over the top, tied your hair up and out of your face, and slathered yourself in suncream.

You had the same breakfast as the day before, yoghurt and granola (you did get the fruit pot but Jude stole it…again), before you were rushed out the resort to where you are now, standing in the early morning sun waiting for the mini bus you had hired for the day.

Well, your families had hired for the day.

The parents were stood in a group together, Jobe and your brother were looking at something on the former’s phone, and you and Jude where left together once more. Much to your annoyance.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks with his hands shoved in his pockets and his attention directed towards you.

You look over to him, black swim shorts on and a black button up shirt draped loosely over his shoulders, the buttons were undone though giving you a good view of his sculpted torso.

“I did, thank you. Did you?” You ask him, seen as though it’s the only thing that can entertain you at present.

“Yeah, woke up a bit cold but oh well” he says, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose.

“Yeah the aircon is quite powerful I guess” you nod, slightly agreeing with his statement.

“I didn’t even have it on that powerful though” he says, taking a hand out of his pocket and biting the skin around his nails. You’d noticed that his hands weren’t the neatest, perhaps it was a habit of his.

“Really? I always sleep with the aircon on quite powerful. I like the noise as well as the cool air” you reply, holding a hand up to your forehead to shield your eyes from the sun, Jude watches as you do so.

“That’s another thing I don’t like, the sound of it. I have to sleep in dead silence or I just can’t do it” he says and you laugh at that.

“Contrary much?” You retort, he gives a little smile before looking at the ground and kicking at a little stone that was by his feet.

Before you can even realise what’s going on, the stone has rolled perfectly between the tiny gap between your shoes.

Your mouth parts in shock and feigned annoyance as he pumps his fist in the air in celebration, quietly so as to not draw attention to you both.

“You’re such a little rascal” you reply, stepping back wards and getting the stone. You try and kick it, but it just rolls under your shoe somehow. Your lips pull into a straight line as Jude tries his best not to laugh at you. How chivalrous.

“Come on! You can do better than that” He suggests, gesturing for you to try again. This time, he even parts his feet to give you a wider gap.

You try again, pulling your foot back before making contact with the stone. It begins to roll, roll, roll before eventually making its way through the gap.

“Yes!” You say, perhaps a little louder than you’d anticipated given everyone has turned to look at you.

Jude ignores their glances though as he simply holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Good game, good game” he says and you reach out to accept his hand.

The touch makes you smile as you look into his eyes, his sunglasses now resting on the top of his head.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was, but that didn’t mean you had to like him.

As your hands remain clasped together in a shake, the mini van pulls up in front of you.

“Right kids, everyone in the van” Mark says as he grabs Denise’s bag and stacks it in the boot. Your dad does the same.

At some point in this time, your hands have separated and at the absence of the warmth, you reach down to grab your bag.

Upon feeling nothing, you look up to see that Jude has already grabbed it and is walking towards the boot.

Quickly, you seize the opportunity and kick the stone through his parted legs as he walks. You see the despair on his face as he watches the stone roll in front of him after going through.

He turns to you, to see you with a big, proud smile on your face.

“2-1” you say to him, sticking your tongue out and getting in the back seat of the van, him joining you on a little row a few seconds later.

Everyone piles inside the large vehicle, Mark in the front next to the driver, your mum, Denise and your dad in the row behind, Jobe and your brother behind them, and finally, you and Jude right at the back.

You definitely wouldn’t have picked this seat if you’d known he was going to sit next to you, although you shouldn’t be surprised since he’s been following you like a lost puppy for a while. The 6’3 man next to you is taking up so much room, it’s hard not to get claustrophobic, especially with his man-spreading (you can’t help but to shake your head at that).

“Ten minutes until we are at the supermarket” your dad announces to everyone else.

At this, you pull out your book and begin to read.

You get two minutes of peace and quiet, as much as you can in a highly populated vehicle, before you feel a presence a little too close for comfort.

You side eye him as you look up briefly from your page.

“Can I help you?” You ask, Jude’s face uncomfortably close to your own as you turn to the side, not quite anticipating just how close he’d be.

“Yeah, if you could just angle the book slightly towards me, that would be great” he says after he pauses to look over your face, likely also not realising how close he’d gotten.

You scoff as his finger tentatively reaches to the left page of your book and presses down, you unwillingly having to angle it better at him.

You thank the lord that nothing particularly embarrassing is on the page at this moment, as he begins to read with you.

You don’t manage to read that much, given his proximity and feeling the warmth of him on your neck, to the point that he requests for you to speed up so you can turn the page. The audacity.

It’s not long until you arrive at the supermarket, the taxi man pulling into a bay and letting you all pile out of it. You place your book on your seat before jumping out to join everyone else in the shade caused by the supermarket’s foyer.

You watch as Denise appears to be doing a headcount making you smile, you look to Jude to see him looking at you with a smile while shaking his head at his mum.

“Is it best to split up? Get different things in groups so we spend less time moping around and more time on the beach?” Your mum says, to which everyone else agrees.

“Parents can get main dishes, the disposable barbecue and plastic utensils. The youngsters can get the snacks, as long as you boys are sensible” Denise says as she points at your brother and Jobe, before turning to you and Jude. “The two of you are in charge of drinks, if that’s okay?” she says smiling at you both.

You see Jude turn to you, his hands in his pockets as he waits for your approval, as much as he wants to spend time with you, he doesn’t want to crowd you too much.

You look at everyone else seeming happy with that suggestion, so you swallow your pride and nod at her.

“Perfect” she says before going off to get a trolley for the adults.

Jobe and your brother follow suit with a trolley of their own, and Jude follows a few paces behind.

You stay stood in place, watching as he goes to get it. Seeing Jude in such a domestic situation seems vastly different to how you usually see him in the media. It was strange, but you liked it.

“You coming?” He asks, while holding the trolley in one hand and gesturing for you to walk next to him with the other.

“I guess so” you reply, walking next to him. Your legs have to move a little quicker to stay by his side.

As the doors slide open to the entrance of the supermarket, the air conditioning hits you making you breathe a sigh of relief, Jude smiles at this as he sees it from the corner of his eye.

“They left quickly” he references your families that have dispersed amongst the many aisles of produce.

“Yeah, guess my mum meant it when she said no dawdling” you laugh and he does too, still pushing the currently empty trolley.

“So…do we tackle alcohol first or” he starts as he directs the two of you to the drink section.

You mockingly scoff.

“What?” He laughs too, though he’s not sure what he’s laughing at yet.

“I thought athletes weren’t allowed alcohol?” You say with a teasing smile on your face. Jude hasn’t seen it often, but it’s a sight he knows he wants to see more.

“I’m that selfless, you’ll come to know, that I just think of everyone else first” he taunts you as he pushes the trolley down the alcohol aisle.

“I’m going to ignore that comment. So what do your parent like to drink? Maybe just get a bottle for each parent, obviously to share but just to make sure that we get something everyone likes” you suggest, still biting away the smile that’s fighting to form. Jude really was charming, that’s one thing the media hasn’t gotten wrong.

“Sounds cool.” He says before putting a crate of beer and a bottle of white wine in the trolley.

You grab a bottle of red wine, for your dad, and a bottle of rosé, for your mum, before placing that in the trolley as well.

“What about the boys? What does Jobe like?” You ask, looking up at him (literally, up, given his height).

“I’ll probably just share that crate of beer with my dad. If your brother likes beer then maybe we should get a crate for them too?” He reaches for an identical crate to the one in the trolley and waits for your approval to place it alongside the other one.

“Perfect” you say.

“Just you now, my dear” he replies, gesturing to the entirety of the aisle.

You hate making decisions. You’ve always been massively indecisive, so having to choose only one thing out of hundreds in a time limit is quite possibly your worst nightmare.

“Hmm” you say, filling the silence as your eyes rake over the rows and rows of cans and bottles.

“Will this do?” Jude says after a few minutes of patiently waiting for you, staring at your form.

You look over your shoulder to find him standing there, one large hand holding a four pack of ready made mojitos in cans.

You’re really trying your best not to like him, but he makes it almost impossible.

You smile at him before nodding and watching as he places them in the trolley.

“Thank you” you almost whisper as a little smile forms on his face, proud of himself.

“You must think I’m an alcoholic with the amount of mojitos I’ve been having-” you start, and he begins to laugh and shake his head in denial before someone interrupts you.

“Jude, can I have a picture?” A quiet voice says, the both of you turn to see a little boy, his mum a few paces behind, standing shyly while playing with his fingers.

He looks adorable, wide eyes staring tentatively at the young man towering over him.

“Sure! What’s your name?” Jude asks as he bends to his knees to be at a similar height to the boy.

“Marcos” he says quietly, his chin touching his chest and he looks to his mum for reassurance.

“That’s a great name! Let’s take a few pictures shall we?” Jude smiles brightly at the boy before gently turning the latter around to face his mum.

The pair smile at the phone camera pointing at them as you jump out the way and behind the mum, not wishing to be plastered all over social media tomorrow.

“Thank you” the little boy says before running to his mum and the pair walk away.

Jude gets up from the ground and reclaims the trolley.

You don’t know what you expected, but you are suddenly very aware that you are stood in the middle of the supermarket with Jude Bellingham, England and Real Madrid football player. What the fu-

“You okay?” He asks, standing by your side.

“Yeah. That was really sweet” you say, and he waves the comment off with his hand. Right, he goes through this everyday.

“Kalimera! You two are very sweet” you turn to see a little old lady on the other side of the aisle.

You and Jude side eye each other before deciding it’s best to just go along with it.

“Thank you” you say and Jude nods in agreement at your statement.

“How long have you been together” she says, and your heart drops. Oh.

It’s silent for a moment, the two of you stopped in your tracks.

“Oh no-” Jude starts.

“We aren’t-” you say at the same time as him.

The both of you sighing at the awkwardness before Jude says something you don’t expect after your prior fumble.

“Seven months” he replies, sticking an arm over your shoulders and smiling brightly.

You go slightly frigid at his touch but then the old lady nods and walks away after complimenting you once more.

“Well…” you say at the awkwardness that’s consumed the both of you.

He removes his arm, a feeling you stupidly begin to miss, before laughing at you.

“I doubt she knows who I am, and it was the quickest way to get her to go” he says and you nod, slightly impressed at his quick thinking.

“Is seven months the longest relationship you’ve ever been in?” You tease in reference to the media’s impression that he has a new girl every month (which you may or may not believe), to which you receive a light jab in the waist.

“Rude” he scoffs, feigning offence. “That’s a long time” he jests.

“You two ready?” You hear your dad shout from the end of the aisle and you look to see everyone else standing there, their trolleys stacked.

“Blimey” you say, looking at the amount of stuff they have.

“Yep” Jude replies, before pushing the trolley to reunite with everyone else.

“We got a ball” Jobe says to Jude, holding up a little rainbow football.

“Well, it is June!” You joke, but you just get three blank faces staring at you. Okay…

You all empty the contents of your trolleys onto the conveyor, your mum and Denise apologising to the cashier at the volume of stuff.

It takes an age, but eventually, everything is scanned and packed.

You feel a hand on your back, moving you gently. You watch as Jude reaches over you and taps his credit card on the card machine before anyone else can reach it.

“Thank you, Darling” Denise says to Jude as everyone else says the same.

By the time you’ve got to the bags, all of them have been picked up by everyone else, leaving you and Jude bagless and walking behind again out to the taxi.

“Jude, that’s crazy that must’ve been so expensive. Do you not want to split it?” Your eyes are still wide and your mouth is slightly agape in shock, you can’t even fathom spending that much in one go.

“Y/n..” he trails your name off, giving you a pointed look.

Right. Footballer money.

“Well thank you, you really didn’t have to do that” you say, on behalf of your entire family.

“I wanted too” he shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Still” you say, looking at him sternly so he knows you’re serious.

“You’re welcome” he acknowledges you, and to that you smile before getting back in the mini van, with him by your side.

Unfortunately, you’re starting to think his mission is succeeding.

“To the beach!” Mark says as he turns the radio on.

It’s only a short drive to the beach, most of the journey having been completed before the supermarket.

Jude continues to annoy you by reading your book, but to be quite truthful, you found peace in it and you relaxed into the feeling of his proximity.

You knew you shouldn’t though, passing it off as a simple moment of weakness.

Once again, you all pile out of the mini van as you grab deck chairs, the shopping, and towels before heading onto the sand.

You were already behind the rest of the group as you struggle to carry the two large chairs you’d been given, but the gap is even further increased when you stop to take off your shoes just before the sand.

There’s something so unnatural about being anything other than barefoot on the beach, and you didn’t particularly like that either.

You think you’ll have to jog a little to catch up to anyone, but you look up after taking off your shoes to see Jude.

He was stood a few metres ahead of you, looking at the beach casually as he waits for you.

You thought it was sweet, but then you bury that feeling when you remember why he’s acting like this. He’s only trying to make you like him to prove himself right, to feed his large ego. Right?

You walk a little quicker until you catch up to him, muttering a quiet thank you.

You join the rest of the group, enjoying a comfortable silence.

Fortunately, there are two large umbrellas sheltering four sun beds from the sun for you to set up camp around.

Of course, the parents get the sun beds as you, Jude, Jobe and your brother are left with towels in the sand.

You immediately get your suncream out, putting a thin layer on and taking off your cover up. You lie back on your now spread out towel and close your eyes, letting the sound of waves lapping at the beach sooth you.

It takes all of two seconds for someone to lay their towel next to yours, and you don’t have to look to know who it is.

“What a lovely spot you’ve selected” that now familiar deep voice suggests.

“Yeah, chose it because it was peaceful. Guess it’s lost that part of its appeal now” you reply, eyes closed.

“Ouch” he says, but you can almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Do you need some suncream?” You ask, upon hearing no response, you open your eyes to see him looking at you as though you’ve killed his family.

“What?” You say defensively, holding the bottle out towards him.

“I don’t need suncream, I want a tan” he says, pointing at the places on his upper arms that are slightly lighter than the rest of his skin, ah the good old T-shirt tan.

You have to withhold a laugh, “Jude, suncream doesn’t stop you tanning. It slows the process, sure. But it also slows aging and you know, getting skin cancer?” You reply, watching as he roles his eyes.

He’s about to open his mouth and reply before you hear another voice interrupting you both.

“She’s right. Suncream on please, Jude.” Denise says as she looks at him, her sunglasses lowered on her nose to her eyes are scowling at him.

You silently thank her.

“Ugh” Jude huffs before taking the bottle and applying the tiniest amount onto his hands before haphazardly tapping it into his skin.

“Seriously?” You say, him turning to look at you.

“I hate this stupid stuff, it’s sticky and white and gross” he says, but pauses when he realised how that sounds.

He side eyes you and scoffs when he sees the smirk forming on your face.

“Don’t.” He says, his face more serious than you’ve ever seen.

You simply hold your hands up before taking out your book and starting to read again.

You don’t typically like the beach, sand getting everywhere, the sun being too hot, a slight fear of the ocean…but today, you were actually really enjoying it.

It’s warm, the sun is at full beam, yet there’s a cool breeze blowing gently over your skin making the temperature just right.

Fortunately, Jude has picked up a book of his own so while you’re reading laying on your front, he’s doing the same only a metre away from you on his back.

Drinks are passed round in little plastic cups as snacks make their way round as well, keeping you both hydrated, fed, and a little bit tipsy. Perfect.

Your book is starting to get good when you suddenly feel a sharp impact on your back. The pain present momentarily, but the shock alerts your whole body.

You turn your head to see Jobe and your brother staring guiltily.

“Can you give the ball back please?” Your brother asks.

“Are you for real?” You reply, looking back at him with an open mouth. “You just hit me and you want me to get the ball back for you?” You scoff.

You hear movement next to you as Jude pushes himself up from his towel and jogs a little to get the ball.

“Oh no” you hear Jobe say, his tone sounding largely concerned.

“What?” Your brother replies.

“He used to do this all the time, whenever I’d hit the ball at him when he wasn’t expecting, he’d run at me and pelt the ball at like a million miles an hour. It really hurt” he says and before you can even register what he’s saying, he’s sprinting off towards the ocean, running the short distance of sand and heading towards the waves.

Your brother takes after him, the two of them running and giggling like little kids making you smile.

“Watch this” Jude says from beside you with an excited grin on his face, he makes sure you are watching him before he takes off sprinting after them.

You’ve watched him play before on TV, mainly as he’s so hard to avoid, so you knew how quick he could be. But, seeing it in person was a different story.

He’s caught up to them quicker that you expected him too and you watch as he throws the ball on the ground a few metres ahead of him, takes a few skip-like steps, and kicks the ball with so much force that you can hear the impact from all the way back where you’re lying down, given the distance he’s just put between the two of you.

The ball smacks Jobe square in the back, his squeal making you laugh, before it bounces off his back and onto your brothers front. Half the physical impact but twice the impact on your growing laughter.

Jude turns back to you to see you hysterically laughing, him unable to stop his own laughs at seeing you so happy as a result of your brothers pain.

Jude then apologises to your brother, laughing as he does so.

“I’ll forgive you, if you play football with us” your brother attempts to bargain and Jude seems to purse his lips, before nodding.

Your book is long forgotten as you watch the three of them kick the ball they’d bought around for a bit. Eventually, Mark and your dad join in, leaving your mum asleep on her sunbed, and yourself and Denise watching along.

Your gaze gets trapped on Jude, unable to look away as his contracting muscles practically hypnotise you as he effortlessly runs circles around everyone. You think his serious concentration face is incredibly attractive, but you could never admit that out loud. You really hated that you were starting to fall for him, like everyone else in the world.

Before your admiration can continue, Denise moves onto Jude’s spread out towel next to you, sitting down and propping herself up on her elbows mirroring you.

“Hello” you smiles at her, receiving a bright smile in return as you both watch her eldest son.

“He’s very good” you say, “actually both Jude and Jobe are” you attempt to fill the silence, unsure as to why she’s sat next to you.

“They really are. Unfortunately for me, all the three of them talk about is football” she laughs, looking at her three boys.

You laugh as well, “I’m sure”.

“So, I haven’t really had the chance to speak to you, I’ve spoken to everyone else in your family. Lovely people by the way” she returns the compliments.

“Yeah they are. I’m sorry about that, I’ve been really tired over the past few weeks. I’ve not long finished University for the summer, the exams have almost killed me off” you joke, but it was been really hard for you.

“Bless you. Don’t worry about it at all, I just want to get to know you so when our families meet up outside of this holiday, I can see how you change every time, like an old grandma” she jokes and at that statement your eyes widen and dart to Jude, who’s just high-fived your dad for an assist he’d provided for a goal just scored. You smile and Denise watches you.

“Yeah, that will be nice” you laugh at her joke.

“I often wonder what it would be like if Jude and Jobe had gone to University, and not pursued football. Or what would’ve happened if football hadn’t worked out for both of them” she says, taking in the sun rays, although you’re sure she’s had a lot given she lives in Spain.

“They both seem quite outgoing, at peace with themselves, confident. So, I’d imagine they both would’ve flourished there. But what you’ve done for both of those boys is incredible, from what I’ve heard in the media” you say, lifting your sunglasses off from your face.

“Jude hasn’t been like this for a while. Nor has Jobe. Jobe found it really difficult when Jude left for Germany, not having an older brother in the house all of a sudden was a strange adjustment” she explains, you look at Jobe who is now celebrating with your brother.

“My parents said the same about my brother. They said he was quiet for a few months after I left for University. It broke my heart hearing about it, knowing there was nothing I could do. But now he’s going himself in September” you smile, a sadness in your tone as you recount the first time you left for Uni.

“He seems like the type to love it. Maybe you can both visit each others University cities and go out on nights out together” she suggests, a smile on her face. At this suggestion, you start to laugh which makes her laugh.

“No, okay” she surrenders, as does your laughter, leaving bright smiles on both of your faces.

“But Jude hasn’t been the same either. Especially since he moved to Real Madrid. He’s become for shy, you know? A little bit for reserved. I don’t know whether it’s because he couldn’t really speak the language, but I think it’s mostly the media’s fault. They just focus on every little thing that he does, it’s quite exhausting for him. These last few days have been the only time I’ve seen him act like himself for over a year, and I think I know why” she says, her eyes looking directly into yours.

Your cheeks grow slightly hot, and not from the sun. You have to break the gaze as your heart skips slightly at her implication.

“I think you’ve made him happy again” she reiterates, and you bite your lip, pondering the matter, and what to say next.

Luckily, you don’t have to say anything as the topic of discussion arrives in front of you, blocking the sun.

“Are you two ladies okay?” He asks, sitting himself down on the end of his towel where his mum isn’t sitting.

She nods, but all you can do is look at him. His face that you once thought was that of an arrogant, overly confident man, was now seeming kind, warm, and familiar.

Just his gaze made you feel a little bit warmer, you’d even go so far as to say happier.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to fall for Jude Bellingham…

A/n: Here’s part 3! Let me know if you liked it, feel free to discuss the series in my asks section on my profile <3

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savecharlosfromferrari

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all i want for christmas is october barça to return

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