“my Child Is Completely Fine” Your Child Has Fallen In Love With Men (and Women) That Don’t Fucking

me reading at 3am knowing damn well I've got school tomorrow:

He looks just like Harry Styles (lhh) in this picture 🤭

Pic- @rhaewnyra. +👇🏻

The Sweetest Taboo part 13 - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister

Summary:

The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, and angst

Word Count: 12.6 K

Note: This took me very long to write and edit, honestly I could have spent more time on it but it's already been like 2 weeks since I've updated and I don't want to keep you waiting any longer. I hope you'll enjoy!

Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen

Today was your last full day in Madrid so you were spending it with your mum. You promised her the entire day and the first thing on her list was to take Jude to training. 

“How is it you still can’t drive?” you teased Jude, looking back at him in the backseat. 

“I haven’t had time,” he shrugged. 

“So you’re just going to be a scrub forever?” you raised an eyebrow at him with a taunting smirk on your lips. 

“I am not!” He tried to defend himself but he already knew he couldn’t win this argument. 

“You’re actually worse, hanging out the passenger side of your mum’s ride? Are you not embarrassed!?” you teased your scowling younger brother. 

“Mum!” Jude groaned, running to his mother for help as usual. 

“Maybe you should work on learning to drive Jude,” she glanced back at him through the rear facing mirror and sank any chance he had of getting back at you.

“Even mum knows you’re a scrub,” you laughed and sat upright in your seat, satisfied you won this round. 

“You are actually so mean,” Jude complained, trying to get sympathy from your mother but she didn’t join in. 

“I’m not mean, I’m building your character,” you turned to wink at him before facing front once more. He gave a deep roll of his eyes and kissed his teeth at you. The two of you bickered some more until your mum finally stepped in and cut you both off from going for each other's throats as you were now driving into the training ground. 

“Have a good day, don’t get into any trouble!” you babied Jude as he got out of the car for training. Jude rolled his eyes at your fake kindness after all the shade you’d thrown him in the car earlier but he still waved at you both before heading into training. 

“You know he’ll miss you when you go back home,” your mum mentioned as she drove off. 

“Jude? Please all he does is complain that I’m using all the hot water in the house and eating his snacks,” you smiled. 

“Yeah but he loves you, he always complains about missing you and Jobe,” she patted your knee. 

“We miss him too,” you honestly answered, “it is hard being apart,” your smile dropped as that feeling of incompleteness when your family was split hit you. 

“I know,” she sighed, “I wish it could be different sometimes,” she also became saddened. 

“Me too but it’s for the best, Jude and Jobe are doing so great,” you said to take the weight off her shoulders. You knew it must be hard for her too. She glanced at you, grateful for your support.

“Yeah…and so are you,” she added you into the equation, replacing her eyes on the road, “I’m proud of you,” she gave you assurance you didn’t know you needed. 

“Thanks mum,” you gave her a smile of appreciation. It was easy for you to have felt forgotten over the years that everything seemed to be dedicated to Jube and Jobe so it was nice to know she noticed you too. 

After dropping Jude off the two of you went to the market to do some shopping. You perused the display of fruit before you, admiring the range while your mum did the actual picking besides you. The topics had been casual between the two of you; things like how your friends were doing and what you thought about Madrid until she unexpectedly switched gears. 

“So…Jude told me a bit about Trent,”  

“What did he say?” you immediately asked, instantly anxious about what Jude could have said.  

“Just that you two were not in the best place,” she expounded and made you wince. Of course Jude couldn’t keep his mouth shut and of all the things he could say he had to tell your mother your relationship was on the rocks. Perfect. 

“We’re fine,” you deflected and picked up an orange. 

“You sure?” she prodded because she knew it wasn’t true. Obviously, Jude told her otherwise but even if he hadn’t, the visible way in which you caged up about the topic spoke to her assumption more than anything. You looked at her, planning to repeat that things were fine but the look on her face showed you weren’t going to get out of this conversation by saying it was fine.

“We just...we’re going through something but it's fine,” you only gave a little. You really didn’t want to get into it with your mother so you silently hoped she would let go of the topic. 

“What sort of thing?” she crushed your hopes, proving she wouldn’t let it go. She was adamant to get you to open up on the issue. 

“Mum can we not,” you childishly groaned, resorting to a bit of petulance to try to get yourself out of this conversation. 

“Y/n, I’m your mum, maybe I can help you if you tell me what’s happening,” she pushed for you to open up, “has he hurt you? Is it something dangerous?” She took a dramatic turn. 

“No…it’s not like that!” you immediately shut down that idea. You didn’t need your mum thinking Trent was a bad guy. You still weren’t convinced she was even on board with you dating him so the last thing you needed was for her to actively turn against him before your relationship even got off the ground! 

“Okay well let me help, I won’t judge,” she promised and you looked at her like she must not be serious. Judging was the default for her. “I promise, I won’t,” she insisted, trying to get your trust. She didn’t gain it but you felt there was no other option but to confess. 

“Alright so basically…yeah he and I have been…at odds, on my end I’m a bit frustrated he hasn’t made our relationship official and on his…he seems to be a bit jealous,” you opened up to her but kept things vague. You hoped that would satisfy her and she’d just jump straight to her advice from there and leave you be. 

“Jealous about what?” she prodded and you internally sighed about your plan not going as hoped. 

“He…well I was kind of talking to another guy when I was seeing Trent and he really didn’t like that,” you looked down as the veil of guilt fell over your head. The more you said the more you felt uncomfortable about speaking about all of this. 

“You were cheating on him?” your mother questioned, surprised that you would. 

“No!” you immediately shot that down, “I wasn’t really seeing the other guy, he was just…he was texting me…and calling me,” you jumped to dispute that assumption but the more you spoke the worse it sounded to your ears, “it wasn’t cheating,” you grumbled, “I didn’t do anything but Trent reacted badly and now he won’t get over it,” you tried to take it off your shoulders to ease your mother’s judgement of you but that tactic only forced you to reveal more of your feelings. 

“Hmm…so did he say that’s why your relationship isn’t moving forward?” she asked a question that made you stop to think. Was that why? 

“Umm…no, he hasn’t said anything about it honestly,” you bit your lip. “I don't even know what he’s really thinking,” you spoke under your breath, thinking out loud. You didn’t have the headspace to worry about what you were telling and not telling your mother anymore. Your spirit had become deflated as the worry about feeling so disconnected from Trent  sunk in. You two were arguing so much but you really didn’t even know what he was thinking about your future - if he was even thinking about it at all. 

“So where do you two plan to go from here?” she asked, rather than just giving her opinions. You focused on the fruit in front of you and shrugged. 

“I don’t know…it seems every time we speak these days we fight,” you picked up an apple to distract yourself from the squeezing feeling in your chest at the reality of yours and Trent’s situation. “What should I do?” you swallowed your pride and asked her for help. 

“Well for one, you two can’t just fight, you have to have a real conversation with him,” she recommended but that didn’t feel plausible with the current tension between you and Trent. 

“I’m not sure we can do anything but fight,” you spoke more to yourself. 

“Then maybe it’s time to let go,” you turned your attention to her when she suggested that. “Relationships have hard times y/n but if he’s the one then even in the hard times you’ll still be able to love each other,” she continued, reaching out to hold your arm as she saw you become subtly unsettled. “If you can’t see this through, then he wasn’t the one for you and that’s okay,” she rubbed your arm. 

“I want him to be mum,” your voice squeaked as you held back a sudden swell in your throat. “I want him to be the one,” your voice decreased in volume and your heart squeezed at the thought of Trent not being that. Your mother spoke so casually about letting him go but the thought of that was anything but casual to you.

“I know…and I hope he is but don’t let yourself get too caught up in what you want him to be, see him for what he is and decide if that’s who you need,” she remained straight with you. “You only have one life y/n, don’t waste your love,” she let go of your arm and left your heart heavy. You didn’t think you were wasting your love on Trent but now you weren’t sure. What if he wasn’t who you needed?  You shook your head physically to shake the thought, you couldn’t handle letting that idea take over your brain right now. 

Fortunately, your mum didn’t press you any more about Trent. When she changed the topic to dinner, you forced a smile back on your face until it felt real. You did your best to ignore the negativity for the remainder of the day while out with your mother but when you got home, the weight of your ignored thoughts and feelings presented their toll. You stepped through the threshold of the house and into the feelings of physical and mentally exhaustion. 

You parted with your mum and went for a shower then a nap. You hoped to sleep to ease your exhaustion but sleep wouldn't take you. You tossed and turned but despite a tired soul, you couldn’t sleep. You remained in the dark room, your face into the pillow hoping sleep dust would pour over you but instead your phone started to ring. Trent’s name was on top of your screen and you unconsciously sighed. Every thought about him today had been draining and now here he was. 

“Hello,” you answered and rubbed one eye with your free hand. “Hey…did I wake you up?” he asked with genuine concern because you sounded tired. 

“No, I’m not asleep,” you answered but didn’t go into how tired you felt. 

“Okay well uh…I wanted to talk,” he prefaced with a soft tone at first. 

“What about?” you put him on speaker and looked up to the ceiling of your temporary room. 

“About us…about Damion, about Aurelien…about all of that,” He had been thinking a lot of what he and Jude spoke about and he agreed that you and he needed to really speak. He overthought the potential conversation so much at training earlier in the day that he overshot the start of this conversation with an agenda-esque list. He intended for this to be amiable but all that you heard was all the topics he and you usually fought about and it made you cage up. 

“Uh huh,” you gave an uninterested response. Why couldn’t he just suggest you two resolve things, or that you speak about just the two of you - why did it have to be about his inflated idea about what you did?  Of late, it was impossible for this topic to go smoothly and you weren’t in the mood for it today. 

“Well firstly, I am sorry I shouted at you but I was just so angry that you went bowling despite our conversations,” he dug up and you frowned. “I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you there and you went and you were talking to Aurelien too,” he threw in your face and turned up your annoyance with him. “You should have told me first, actually you shouldn’t have gone but you did and you didn’t tell me which makes it worse,” he continued to lecture you over the phone. 

“For fucks sake,” you cursed under your breath in frustration at what in your estimation was him berating you. 

“What was that?” he asked, surprised at your snap.  

“Trent I don’t want to have this conversation,” you spoke up with a scowl on your face. 

“Don’t you think we need to talk about this?” he asked, thinking you two needed to go through this to solve your issues. 

“We aren’t talking about it, you are talking at me and I’m over it,” you got snappier with each word. 

“Y/n, wait that’s not-,” he tried to calm you down, hearing how irritated you sounded. That was not his intention with this conversation. 

“No you wait, I have been apologising to you and trying my best not to hurt you but you just don’t trust me and I can’t fix that,” you spued, “and right now I’m tired of this back and forth - I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t want this right now, I just want to sleep,” you cracked. The weight of your mother’s suggestion that the man that you were ready to plan your whole life with may in reality not be the one for you had your brain feeling squeezed in your skill and you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take him proving your mother’s point. 

“Y/n I -,” Trent was stunned by your speech, he in no way saw this conversation going this way and he was struggling for a way to put out the fire he accidentally started.  

“I just need some space Trent, don’t call me right now,” you reactively hung up. He immediately called you back but you cancelled the call and put your phone on do not disturb. You could barely ease the strain of uncertainty as is - you didn’t need a scolding from him too. It was better for you both if neither of you spoke for a while. 

Trent tried to call you five times but it was futile, he didn’t expect you to be so upset when he started that conversation. He figured it would be a tough topic but he could not have predicted you essentially telling him to leave you alone. He thought this would end with you two happy, not with him blocked from being able to speak to you. 

You finally fell asleep and slept for a few hours however despite your nap you still woke up tired and heavy. You took your phone off do not disturb and saw all the calls and text from Trent but you ignored them. Instead you went to your travel plans and decided to cancel your trip to Barcelona. You would have loved to go but right now you were in no mood to go explore a new city tomorrow. If you were to go anywhere, you wanted to go home to Birmingham. 

At dinner you told mum and Jude that you cancelled your trip to Barcelona. They were obviously surprised but they didn’t try to talk you out of it. Although you hoped you were hiding it, it was obvious you were in a low mood so they believed you when you said you weren’t in the mood for a holiday at the moment. Jude silently questioned your mood but after growing up with you, he knew sometimes to just accept you had moody times and it was best not to say anything. Your mum suspected it was about Trent so she chose not to bring it up in front of Jude. 

After dinner, you went back to your room to pack your bags.  You noticed that Trent tried to call you a few times more but you ignored it. You were steadfast on your decision that space was needed - even if it wasn’t a mutual decision. 

For Jude, after dinner, he went into his room intent on playing video games. Before he started, he called Trent to see if he wanted to play with him. 

“Hey, you free?” Jude said as soon as Trent answered the phone. 

“Is your sister okay?” Trent asked instead of answering. 

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Jude tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear and leaned over to turn on his playstation. 

“Because she’s been ignoring me all day,” Trent sounded utterly distressed. 

“Ignoring you?” Jude dropped into his game chair. 

“Yeah I called her to talk earlier and she got really mad really quick and since then she just hasn’t been answering my calls,” Trent frantically explained. Jude started to put the puzzle pieces together about why you looked so upset at dinner with this new information. 

“What did you say to her?” Jude asked, presuming you two were fighting and Trent was at fault. 

“Nothing, I barely said anything - I suggested we talk about our issues and she just snapped and said she doesn’t want to talk and she’s been ignoring my calls since,” Trent gave his side of how he saw things. He barely understood your reaction to explain clearly. 

“She did seem upset,” Jude muttered his observation. 

“Did she say why?” Trent asked, hoping for insight into what went wrong. He was so stressed, his heart had been beating like he had been on a run since you stopped returning his calls. 

“No but she did cancel her trip to Barcelona,” Jude revealed, “she didn’t say anything but she was obviously in a bad mood,” he continued to relay. 

“Why did she cancel?” Trent found it hard to believe you would cancel a trip you were so excited about. 

“She just said she would rather go home and she wasn’t in the mood for an adventure,” Jude shrugged, “I guess now it’s because she’s pissed at you,” he surmised. Trent groaned at the comment and plopped down on his couch. Not only were you made at him, you were mad enough to give up a holiday in Barcelona because of him. 

“You think she hates me like that? She sounded so mad on the phone honestly,” Trent lamented and laid back on his couch with his hand rubbing his forehead. 

“She didn’t tell me but if I was you I’d work on an apology,” Jude suggested. Jude knew you and he knew you didn’t let go of a grudge easily. If Trent was the reason you were upset enough to cancel an entire holiday, Trent was going to need to grovel. 

“What can I do? She’s not talking to me - I’ve called, I’ve texted she’s ignored everything!” Trent frantically raced through his predicament.  

“I’m not sure but you need to grovel mate, y/n is not the type to just forgive and forget if she’s really mad,” Jude tried to help but that knowledge only made Trent feel worse. He wasn’t even sure where he went wrong earlier but he had to think of something to fix his wrongs and gain your forgiveness. 

 “When is she going home?” Trent asked Jude as his mind raced.  

“Tomorrow, in the morning,” Jude provided, “Why? What are you going to do?” Jude asked. 

“I’m not sure but, I think I’m going to have to go to Birmingham,” Trent concluded. “Are you serious?” Jude thought that was a dramatic plan.  

“Yeah, I can’t just do nothing,” Trent got off the couch and started to pace, “I have a couple days off, I need to see her and you need to help me,” Trent aimed at Jude. 

“Me!” Jude put his hand on his chest, “if this backfires on you, I can’t have my sister turning on me,” Jude held his hand up. 

“It won’t and I won’t bring you into it but bro please I need you to be my friend right now and help me get my girl back,” Trent pleaded with him. Jude thought about it and sighed. Trent was his best friend and although he didn’t like him and you dating - he knew you liked Trent alot and it would be cruel of him to leave Trent hanging in a time of obvious crisis. 

“Fine, what do you need?” Jude offered his assistance and was pulled into the scheming with Trent. 

You went to bed sulking, you didn’t talk to anyone - not even Halle. You just were not in the mood to face your feelings. All you did was mindlessly scroll socials and watch random youtube videos. You did read all of Trent’s messages and you were tempted to reply but you kept strong. You needed space. 

It took you a while to go to sleep with all the noise of your emotions knocking in your head but you finally did - at least this time without a tear stained face. 

The following morning your mum woke you up for your last breakfast in Madrid. You were still feeling awful but you got out of bed and tried to put on a positive mood for your family. You didn’t think it translated but at least they didn’t ask you much about why you were so quiet at breakfast. You went back to your room to get ready for your flight but your mother called for you before you worked up the strength to get into the bathroom. 

“Yes mum?” you walked out of your room into the kitchen. 

“These were delivered for you,” she said whilst putting a bouquet of pink roses surrounded by white baby’s breath on the table. 

“Me?” you walked over, “who’s sending me flowers in Spain?” you asked and picked up the card off the flowers. 

“What does the card say?” your mum asked. The envelope only had your name on it so you had no clue until you opened it. 

I’m sorry, I know this doesn’t scratch the surface of what you deserve but I wanted you to know that I am sorry and I miss you 

Trent 

“It’s from Trent,” you sighed and read the card again, “how’d he know where to send this,” you mused.

“That’s sweet of him,” your mum came over and rubbed your shoulders. You appreciated the flowers and the effort but despite it, the thought of him still made you sad. He was right, the flowers did not scratch the surface on your unsolved problems. They were much bigger than flowers could fix and at this point you weren’t sure what could fix it. 

You read the card one more time before leaving with it to your room. You thought about texting Trent to thank him but you were scared of what would unfold if you spoke to him. Instead you packed the card in your purse and went to shower. It wasn’t the right time to speak to him yet. 

Your mum took you to the airport after you took Jude to training and gave you a squeeze that could rival your dad’s hugs when you were finished checking in for your flight home. 

“You sure you don’t want to go on your trip to Barcelona?” she asked you despite it being too late. 

“Yeah…if I’m going anywhere I just want to be home right now,” you told her and looked down at your passport, “I had a great time this week though mum,” you looked up to her. You didn’t want her to think your sullen mood was because of your time in Madrid. 

“Me too y/n, I love to have you here,” she pulled you back into a quick hug. 

“You sure that’s not just to keep an eye on me in real time,” you raised an eyebrow at her with a smile lifting at the corners of your lips. 

“I’m only a mother y/n, what do you expect of me,” she held your shoulders but didn’t deny your playful dig. 

“I know,” you sighed, “it’s really good to spend time with you mum,” you confessed and she hugged you once more. “Okay okay,” you laughed, “you’re embarrassing me now,” you jokingly complained. 

“Your brother’s never complain when I hug them,” she let go and fixed her sweater. 

“That’s because they are still babies,” you gripped your carry on. 

“That is true,” she smiled, “but even though you act grown, you’re still my baby,” you groaned in a joking complaint at her comment but she didn’t need confirmation from you to feel that way. 

“I should go,” you pointed to the direction of security. She nodded in agreement but you didn’t yet move, “hey mum?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. 

“What do you really think I should do about Trent?” you asked her because you didn’t have the answer from your own thoughts. 

“I can’t answer that for you y/n,” she surprised you with her answer. 

“You always have an answer for me though,” you contended. 

“I know but in this…you have to make the right decision for you,” she continued with advice you didn’t want. You wanted her to give you the key to fix the way you felt. 

“And what if I don’t make the right decision?” you asked, having doubts in your ability to truly make the right choice when it came to relationships. 

“Make the decision your heart tells you too…whether it goes in your favour or not once you follow your heart, you made the right decision for you,” she became philosophical. You took what she said to heart but you still sighed at the reality you were on your own. 

“I preferred when you would just tell me what to do,” you grumbled. 

“You complained every day of your life that I told you what to do y/n,” she laughed at your grumble. 

“Well in this case I wouldn’t,” you swore. 

“I have told you what to do, but you need to make the actual decisions,” she did nothing to ease your anxiety. 

“Fine,” you whined, “I’ll try,” you hoped you could but you had little faith in yourself at the moment. 

“Good, now you should go, it’s getting close to boarding,” she warned and you nodded.  You said your final goodbyes and gave your mum one more hug before leaving her to go through the process of security and then boarding. 

When the flight attendant announced the flight was going to Birmingham you sighed in relief. Barcelona was long forgotten for you, you knew it was better for you if you were in the comfort of your home with the way you presently felt and all the emotions you were trying to prevent from surfacing. 

Trent got off the phone with Jude and immediately started to take action to put his plans into place. He spoke with the florist, making sure they’d send you flowers in your favourite colour and then he called your father. He was definitely nervous to ask your dad if it was okay for him to show up at your Birmingham home but he needed to fix things and he knew in his heart that meant he had to make the effort to see you in person. Fortunately, your dad was pleasant and agreed to Trent’s request. However, Trent also booked a hotel because he knew you said your parents were not the types to let men stay over. He didn’t want to press his luck. 

Trent was so focused on his plan this morning, he didn’t have time for nerves. He stopped in a couple stores and then started his journey to Birmingham. He was feeling confident this would fix things. However, when he pulled up to your house - the nerves kicked in. He parked his car and debated if he should just walk up to your door or if he should call your dad, or maybe he could just call Jobe and make it easier for himself. He ended up going with the final option and fortunately Jobe was home. Jobe opened the door with a raised eyebrow at Trent holding two large bouquets and a bag of things. 

“Hey,” Trent tentatively greeted Jobe who he knew wasn’t the fondest of him when it came to you. 

“So you dad was serious when he said you were coming here,” Jobe stepped aside for Trent to enter the house. 

“Yeah…is he here?” Trent asked, unsure what he was going to say to your father in person after he haphazardly explained that he needed to make things right with you over the phone. 

“No, he went to pick up y/n,” Jobe took some intangible weight off of Trent’s shoulders. 

“It’s nice to see you and all but why are you here?” Jobe asked. 

“I…I just need to talk to y/n,” Trent kept the explanation to a minimum. 

“Talk to her? What happened to phones?” Jobe folded his arms. 

“This is something I need to talk to her in person about,” Trent remained a bit illusive, “you mind if I put these down?” he asked Jobe. 

“Follow me,” he guided Trent into the house for him to put the flowers and bags he was juggling down in the living room area. Jobe watched as Trent laid the two large boxed bouquets of flowers on the table along with high end gifts with scrutiny. 

“Is this a proposal or an apology?” Jobe folded his arms and asked as Trent pulled a purse sized Bottega box out of the bag he had and put on the table. 

“I just need to talk to her,” Trent shrugged and stayed focused on making sure everything was perfect. 

“And talking to her requires half of Selfridges to be on my coffee table?” Jobe titled his head, “What did you do? Did you cheat on her or something?” Jobe presumed this must be an apology. 

“No, nothing like that,” Trent tried to remain tight-lipped but he couldn’t let your little brother think he was a cheater.  

“So what’s all this for?” Jobe kept pressing. 

“We just need to talk….we’ve not been in the best place recently and I just want to make things right,” Trent offered and hoped it would make Jobe retreat. 

“Hmm…well,” Jobe paused to look at the display, “if she doesn’t forgive you after this whatever you did doesn’t deserve forgiveness,” Jobe patted Trent’s shoulder and started to walk away. 

“I didn’t do -,” Trent tried to defend himself because it didn’t seem Jobe believed him that he didn’t cheat but Jobe waved him off and left the room. Trent sighed and sat on the couch and took a second before taking out his phone to go over the words of his written apology so he wouldn’t mess up his chance to get you back. 

When you got out of the airport your dad was waiting for you ready to embrace you. 

“Hi dad,” you slotted into his protective arms and hugged him tight. 

“How was the flight?” he asked while you still held on. 

“Okay,” he rubbed your back until you let go. 

“Mum said you weren’t feeling well,” he looked at you empathically when you stood straight and adjusted the bag on your shoulder. 

“Yeah…I just needed to be home,” you frowned. Your dad nodded and accepted your answer. He thankfully did not press you for more on your feelings. He just reached for your bag and guided you to where the car was. On the drive home, he avoided topics that could cause discomfort, he only asked about how your mum was (despite him speaking to her more than you did), how Jude was and if you enjoyed the Madrid weather more than Birmingham. 

“I just want to shower and sleep - the airport experience is always so tiring,” you told your dad as you jumped out of the car. “Do you think we can order in for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking, unless you want to cook?” you asked him, following him to where he was pulling your suitcase out of the car. 

“If you’re home we can order in,” he put your suitcase on the floor. 

“Why wouldn’t I be home?” you asked and put your hand on your case. Your dad paused with his hands on the door of the trunk, somehow stumped by your simple question, “dad?” you asked. 

“Uh…I just thought you’d want to see Halle,” he closed the door and put his hands on his hips. 

“Oh…maybe not today,” you shrugged off that assumption. You loved Halle but right now you were feeling too glum to socialise. 

You moved to the door of the house and waited for your dad to open the door. “Speaking about dinner, do you think we can get pizza?” you asked while walking into the house, “I’m feeling to carb load,” you continued as you took off your shoes, “Jobe likes pizza, I think he’d be down,” you went on about it, “is Jobe home?” you asked. 

“Yeah he is,” your dad answered and you took off to look for Jobe. You set path toward the stairs but what you thought were flowers in the living room caught your eye. You changed course and started toward the living room to inspect the unusual sighting. 

“Did you get flowers?” you asked into the air, hoping to fall on your dad’s ears but you didn’t get an answer before you were stopped silent by the site in front of you. Trent was pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself behind your home’s coffee table that was overflowing with flowers and branded bags and boxes. He didn’t notice you but you still couldn’t get your body to react. It was like you were watching him through a one way glass wall. After half a minute more he looked up and stopped everything. He stood straight, startled despite your silence and stuck on his feet. 

“Uh-,” he tried to start but the entire speech he had been practising went out of his head. 

“You’re in my house,” you said, trying to process the obvious. 

“Yeah…,” he answered, “I…I wanted to talk to you,” he sheepishly said in explanation but you didn’t say anything back. You looked around and at him still trying to process what was happening so he continued, “I didn’t want us to continue to fight y/n, I feel like I didn’t come across the way I wanted to when we last spoke and I want to make things right,” he started to get out more of his pre planned thoughts. 

“So you came here…,” you looked at him as if this was a dream. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“And all of this is…,” you gestured to the table. 

“For you…I umm…I just want to make things better y/n,” his prepared speech folding into a stuttering display of his feelings. 

“Wow,” you said under your breath, “well umm…okay - we should probably talk in my room though,” you pointed over your shoulder. 

“Uh yeah sure,” Trent agreed and stepped around the table. As he came closer, and he seemed more real, the corners of your mouth curved upward. You weren’t over your negative mood caused by him but you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy in his presence. You almost forgot how beautiful he was. 

You turned and walked ahead of Trent toward your room. Fortunately, you did not cross paths with your dad or Jobe on the way there but it was obvious now your dad had been keeping Trent’s presence in your home a secret from you on the drive over. You’d definitely have to speak to him about father-daughter loyalty at a later time. 

You opened your room door and Trent followed you in. He looked around the room and smiled a bit at the display of your inner self around. The walls were an eggshell white but your bedding was obviously a soft pink with an excessive number of pillows. Above your headboard was a large painting of brown skinned ballerinas on a stage all dressed in white tutus and on one side table you had a few books stacked and the other had a speaker, lotion and an oil diffuser. Adjacent to your bed, you had an organised vanity with a pink chair. The counter had a variety of products that were all perfectly placed.  The whole room both looked like you and smelt like you. 

“So…,” you weren’t sure where to start but you got Trent’s attention. He turned to you and caught you nervously shoving your hands into the pockets of your matching light pink jogger set. You looked so beautiful he forgot what he was here for. He could only think about how beautiful you were as you bit the corner of your lip and took one hand out of your pocket to brush the braided strands of your hair off your shoulder. 

“You look really pretty in pink,” he complimented you and instantly and involuntarily made you smile. He took one hesitant step toward you but gained confidence to really get close to you when the smile in your eyes didn’t falter. He reached within a foot of you and slowly reached out for your arm. Your eyes fell to the path of his hand and watched as he slowly and softly pulled your hand out of your pocket and into his hand. You didn’t resist him, you only watched as he held your hand in his. 

“Trent…,” you finally said in an attempt to get him back on track as you could sense the both of you were drifting away from it. 

“Yeah…,” he took a step closer and held your gaze. 

“I’m not sure about us,” you told him from the heart, forcing the issue back to the forefront. You stunned him back into reality with that, forcing him to blink and let go of your hand.

“What?” he stepped back. He knew you two were not good, that was why he was even here but he didn’t expect you to say that. 

“I…I just I’ve been really down lately and it’s because of us…it’s because of you Trent and I don’t like feeling like that,” you continued and ripped his heart and plans to have a straightforward conversation that would lead to resolution into pieces.

“Y/n I…I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he scrambled to reverse your feelings. 

“I know but you did...when you try to control me, when you keep harping on my mistakes,  when you keep blaming me, you make me feel awful,” you walked away from him and moved around the area in front your bed while you spoke. Trent had no response for you as you continued to open up about your feelings, “I’m starting to wonder if you even really like me because it feels like all I do is make you angry,” you sat on the edge of your bed and looked at him with obvious pain in your eyes. 

“Of course I like you y/n,” he quickly interjected. 

“Do you? I mean, I know you like me, I know you’re attracted to me but do you actually like me Trent? Because it feels like when things aren’t fun you hate me,” your lip pouted and his heart broke.

“Y/n wait,” he tried to stop the roll you were on because he felt you were misunderstanding him and his feelings completely. How could you think that he hated you? 

“Actually, can I just talk for a minute?” you asked him and he backed down from trying to interrupt. “I don’t feel like you want to like me for me Trent, I feel like you want me to be someone else and it hurts. I want to be with you, but I want to be with you as me,” you continued while you still had the heart to speak your mind. You didn’t expect to have this conversation today but these feelings had been heavy on your mind since your last conversation with him and now they were pouring out.   “You’re making things hard on me Trent and this isn’t supposed to be hard,” you continued with a sigh. 

Trent waited for you, not wanting to interrupt you again but when you paused without seeming to continue he spoke up. 

“I do like you for you y/n, why would you think I don’t?” his voice nearly cracked as he fought a swell of unexpected emotion at your explanations. 

“Because Trent,” you took your hands out your lap and slapped them on the bed beside you, “the second things aren’t perfect or I do something you don’t like you turn against me,” you kept your eyes on him. 

“Y/n,” he said your name to immediately refute what you were saying but then took a second, closing his eyes and biting his lip while he thought about how to say what he needed to say, “I don’t mean to turn against you but how can I just ignore things that hurt me,” he decided to just be honest rather than directly apologetic. At first he thought about denying everything you said and grovelling for forgiveness but he knew you two wouldn’t get far if you didn’t actually talk about how you felt about the same issues. 

“You don’t have to but you don’t have to keep coming at me about them,” you pouted. 

“I wouldn’t if you could show some effort for me,” he quickly returned. 

“I do show effort for you but do you show effort for me?” you got sharp with him, not liking the accusation you weren’t trying to make him happy. 

“What do you mean? Of course I show effort for you y/n; I call you every night, I don’t do anything behind your back and I am here right now,” he listed off on his fingers with a slight edge of annoyance in his tone at the fact you even thought he wasn’t putting in effort when he felt like he was putting in a lot. 

“Everything but make me your girlfriend,” you let fall from your mouth and it unfortunately landed on Trent’s ears. He blinked at that because you never brought it up before. Jude had, but he didn’t realise just how bothered you were about it but now it was obvious between your vexed tone and the flash of a scowl you were now trying to hide behind a neutral expression. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, throwing away the sharpness he recently had in his speech. You looked at him and took a deep breath before answering. 

“It isn’t just about that Trent but yes…it’s frustrating for me that you treat me so harshly as if I am the one failing in this thing and you haven’t even stepped up to make what we have real,” you just let yourself speak about it, “how can I feel like you want me when you don’t care to claim me,” you never wanted to feel like you were begging to be wanted but you just had to be honest. 

“I do want you y/n, more than I can say,” Trent came to sit next to you on the bed. 

“So what is it?” you put your hands back in your lap and kept your eyes on them, “why am I not enough,” you frowned. Trent’s eyes widen on hearing you say you thought you weren’t enough for him. He knew at that point, he had gone too far in the past with his criticisms of you. He moved from his seat next to you to his knees in front of you. He took your hands off your lap and held them in your hands. 

“You are more than enough y/n, there is nothing I would change about you because you are already more than I deserve,” Trent titled your chin to look from your lap to his face. “I never want you to feel like you aren’t enough for me - the reason I didn’t ask was never about you not being enough…it was because I was honestly insecure,” he squeezed your hands a bit and looked down at your hands in his before looked back up to your gut wrenching melancholic eyes. “When the thing with Damion happened I started to overthink about you not feeling as strongly about me as I did you and I just talked myself into a state of being insecure over you - I felt like I wasn’t going to be enough,” he shared, hoping to make you understand, “You’re the girl of my dreams y/n, I was scared to lose you to someone else,” he hoped he was taking any blame you felt off your shoulders. 

“I told you that I only wanted to be with you Trent,” you reminded him, “I wasn’t coming to see you, talking to you every night, fighting with my family about you just to walk away,” you relayed the evidence of your commitment to him. He sighed, realising he did sound stupid for doubting you as you recounted your dedication to him. Trent got up and sat next to you once more, still holding on to your hands. 

“I know and I should have just listened but I just couldn’t shake it,” he remained truthful. 

“Are you going to be able to or are we going to be stuck like this?” you asked the hard question. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the answer but you two needed to pick a direction to go to. 

“I don’t want to be stuck y/n,” he quickly answered. 

“But are you going to be able to move on Trent because I can’t keep doing this if I don’t feel like you want me - I have dealt with that too many times,” you remained honest. 

“I will for you y/n,” he said with confidence, “but I do think there is some you can do that would make it easier,” he also kept honest.  

“Like what?” you quickly said, not thinking you were truly causing a problem. 

“Things like what happened with Aurelien are not okay y/n, coming home to me to talk about a man who’s flirting with you and that you want to see him more? That is really disrespectful toward me,” he saw your eyebrows scrunch but he pushed himself to continue, “Or sometimes when you don’t really include me in things…I know you’re independent and I love that about you but I would feel better if you prioritised at least telling me,” he tacked on, “I want to support you y/n, I want to take care of you but you need to let me in,” he made you feel some shame because he was right, how you handled the issue with Aurelien as well as the unmentioned situation with Damion was disrespectful. 

“I’m sorry about that, I should have handled it differently,” you admitted to him with your head hung, “and I want to include you but it’s not natural for me to check over everything in my life with someone, I don’t know if I can change,” you looked up to him. 

“We both need to give a little for this to really work,” he put his arm around your waist and pulled your body to him. 

“Yeah…you’re right,” you agreed and leaned your head on him. As much as you needed more from him, you knew you too, had some things to change. 

“Y/n…,” Trent rubbed your side, you hummed and nodded against his shoulder. “I want to be with you forever, I want this to work,” he squeezed your hip with hand and your heart with his words. 

“I want that too Trent…but for that we have to be able to be kind to each other when it hurts,” you thought back to what your mother told you. If he was the one then you could work through the hurt. 

“I will do that for you y/n, you’re worth it,” he confidently reassured you, “I will keep loving you even when it’s hard, I can promise you that now,” he continued and made you raise your head off his shoulder to look at him. 

“You think you will love me someday?” you asked him. 

“I think I love you right now,” he was quick to answer but it felt right to say. You looked into his honest eyes and felt the air leave your body. 

“You mean that?” your voice now softer than a whisper but he was close enough to hear.  

“Yeah,” he put his hand on your face, holding your cheek and stroking across it with his thumb, “I find myself always thinking about you when we’re apart and when we’re together I feel a sort of peace that is beyond description - I meant it when I said  you're the girl of my dreams y/n, you’re the girl of my dreams, hopes and prayers - I love you,” he felt more comfortable with it the more he spoke. It felt right because it was true for him. Your eyes welled up with tears as he spoke and those tears rolled down your cheek by the time he told you that he loved you. “Oh don’t cry,” he wiped your cheek, worried he said the wrong thing given your reaction. 

“No it’s okay, I’m not sad,” you put your hand on his face as he held yours, “they are good tears,” you stroked his cheek and moved your body closer to his, so you were near sitting in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head in the crook of his neck. He held you there with one arm and rubbed your back with the other hand. It took you a minute to get control of your tears but Trent didn’t rush you, he held you to his body, keeping you warm with his warmth and comforting you with the slow movement of his hand up and down your back. He made you feel safe in his arms which solidified in you the meaning of his words. 

“You okay?” he asked you when you pulled your head out of the crook of his neck. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I just needed a moment,” you told him and he nodded in understanding, “I’ll be honest this week has been hard for us, it’s been hard for me when it comes to you - I really started to question if I was only in love with what I wanted for us and not what we actually had…,” you continued and he started to worry, “My mum told me I shouldn’t waste my love on the hopes and I really started to think about it Trent,” his features furrowed in concern, “I still have a lot of hopes for us and I do think we have a lot to work on,” he nodded, making you know he was serious about working on things, “I don’t think the now is perfect but Trent…when I look at you, when you hold me…the only words I can put to that is love,” you began to settle his nerves, “and that feeling is not something I think is worth leaving behind...I love you Trent,” you placed your arms around his neck again. 

He felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders and he was now light enough to fly. Trent pulled your thighs across his lap, kept you to him by your hip and kissed you in one smooth swoop. The press of his lips on yours felt natural. It felt right. The sparks still flashed and you felt they would never leave. He led the kiss in a slow and intimate fashion. You followed him to slot your lips between his and let him in when his tongue dragged across your lips. You wished you could bottle the way kissing him made you feel for a rainy day. In times like this, he could slow your heart rate and ease your body. In other times he could spark your body into a fervent state of a rapid heart rate and stinging skin. He had some much control over you but shockingly, you didn’t mind. It didn’t feel like you were giving up anything, it felt like he was guiding you to more, more than you could experience without him.

He eventually pulled away from your lips but he kissed your nose, your cheeks and finally your forehead before pulling away and tugging you to him to make sure you were secure on his lap. 

“T,” you put your hand on his shoulder and kept your eyes there. 

“Yes,” he stroked his hand over your head. 

“About the girlfriend thing…,” you hesitantly brought up and he laughed, “why are you laughing!” you slapped his chest and looked at him. 

“Because I think it’s funny that you think I wouldn’t want you to be my girlfriend,” he chuckled. 

“Well you haven’t asked,” you folded your arms.  

“Y/n, I just told you I love you,” he smiled at your bratty show. 

“I know but you didn’t ask and if you don’t ask then I’m not,” you remained steadfast on your relationship rules. You did not want any grey areas and misunderstandings. 

“Okay,” he said and moved you off of him to stand up. 

“Where are you going?” you immediately stood up before he took a step. 

“You just wait here,” he instructed you and you slowly sat back down as he left the room. You chewed your lip, and considered getting up and following him anyway. He didn’t know the house, what if he got lost? 

Just before you were going to get up and look for him he came back to your room with his phone blasting J. Cole’s Foldin’ Clothes, his hand behind his back and a cheeky smirk on his lips. 

“What are you doing?” you asked standing to your feet with a giggle as he sauntered over to you. 

“Y/n,” he got down on one knee in front of you, “Y/n Bellingham, my angel, my baby, my everything…will you be my girlfriend?” he dramatically asked and held out a van cleef & arpels box in his palm. 

“Yes Trent I will,” you laughed at his presentation. 

“Thank goodness,” he dramatically wiped the fake sweat off his brow and stood up. 

“You’re so silly,” you laughed and stepped closer to his standing body, he reached around you to rest the box and his phone on the bed and then wrapped both his arms around you. “Also J.Cole?” you laughed. 

“Yes because for you baby I want to wash, iron, fold and put away clothes - no complaints,” he swayed with you in his arms, “I’d do anything for you,” he smiled at you as you giggled. 

“What about driving me about?” you asked. 

“Done,” 

“What about cleaning up the kitchen for me?” 

“Done,” 

“What about giving me kisses?” you smiled. 

“Definitely done,” he kissed you and pulled you tight to him. You smiled against his lips and rested your arms around his neck. 

“If those are the terms, then definitely yes,” you reagreed to him asking you to be his girlfriend. 

“Anything to make your life easy baby,” he pecked your lips and loosened his grip on you. 

“What did you get me?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and looked back to the box on the bed. 

“Well I got you a few things,” he recalled his splurge, “but this,” he let go of you and picked the box up, “something pink for my favourite girl,” he opened the box for you to see the rose gold alhambra pendant necklace. Your eyes lit up and you looked up to him with a look of joy that made every pound worth spending. 

“Aww, it’s so pretty thank you baby,” you gave him a quick kiss and took the box from him to look at it more closely. 

“You’re welcome,” he watched with pride that he had made you happy. 

“You’re the best,” you put the box down and put your arms around his neck, “I can’t believe you even came here,” you came back down to the earth and remembered your current setting. 

“Yeah, well I had to do something after we last spoke so I spoke to Jude and then your dad -” he started but you swiftly interrupted him at the mention of your dad. 

“You spoke to my dad!?” your jaw opened, you figured your dad had to know but you didn’t really take a beat to think that Trent must have spoken to your father to be in your house. 

“Yeah, I called him and he definitely was sceptical but after a bit of pleading my case he agreed,” Trent revealed. 

“He’s very protective,” you chuckled. 

“I can see that, but yeah I had some time off so I booked a hotel and drove down here to speak to you in person,” 

“You booked a hotel?” you asked, intrigued. 

“Yeah well I know you said your dad didn’t let guys stay over and I didn’t want to push my luck and ask him to stay with you,” Trent explained. 

“That’s true,” your parents were a bit strict with that and you appreciated that he remembered, “so does your hotel room have room for me?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. He smiled at the flicker of fire in your eyes and nodded. 

“Yes,” he took a step toward you, “are you planning to stay with me?” he asked. 

“Well I can’t really show you that this pussy is yours in this busy house,” you pressed your hips against his and put your hands on his waist, “you know I like to be loud,” you smirked and looked up at him. Trent hummed as you slipped your hands up under the hem of his shirt and grazed your nails against his skin. He got so lost in you, he had to clear his throat before speaking again. 

“As much as I want that,” he begrudgingly took your hands off his waist, “I don’t want your dad to hate me,” he worried. How would it look if the first time Trent met him as your partner, he swept you away to a hotel. 

“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it,” you tried to reassure him. He nodded, but he didn’t trust your reassurance. It was one thing when you were at his house but sneaking around your dad!? That was striking fear in him. “I’m going to shower - you want to come?” you raised an eyebrow at him in question, hoping he’d say yes.

“You and me naked together in your childhood room is going to get me killed y/n,” he warned you and you sighed. 

“Okay fine,” you conceded, “wait here then - I’m going to shower,” you kissed his cheek and left him for your en suite. 

You went to shower and he looked around your room some more. He went over to the dresser opposite your bed and looked at the photos of you with your family and with your friends you had on display. He picked up some of the little trinkets you had around - inspecting them and considering what they meant to you before gently putting them back exactly where he found it. He continued to slowly tour what was on display in your room until he ran out of things so he resorted to scrolling his phone while sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“You okay?” you asked, walking back into the room naked. 

“Y/n,” his voice dry. 

“Not too bored are you?” you asked, coming to stand directly in front of him. He couldn’t help but take you in with his eyes. He had seen you naked before but it was like he never had; his pupils widened, his heart quickened and his cock twitched. 

“Uh..no no,” he struggled to answer you. 

“Cool,” you turned and walked over to your dresser, purposefully bending over and putting your ass on display for him. He uninhibitedly groaned, he couldn’t stop himself from seeing the flashbacks of having you bent over with his cock sliding inside of you in his head. He pressed the palm of his hand against his cock, trying to calm his other head down but neither his brain nor cock wanted to stop thinking about you under him. 

You continued to taunt him, taking a protracted time to find your panties and bra and even longer to pick out an outfit to wear. 

“Shall we go downstairs then?” you asked him, now finally dressed. 

“Uh,” Trent stood up and so did his cock under his jogger bottoms, “I’m going to need a minute,” he put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths. 

“Do you want me to help?” you pretended to innocently ask.  

“No,” he quickly answered and put his hand up to stop you from approaching, “it’s best you don’t touch me right now,” he closed his eyes and refocused on his breathing. You giggled and sat on your bed, watching him from behind standing with his hands on his hips, breathing like he was working up the strength to climb a mountain. You considered being sneaky and touching him anyway but you decided to give him a break. 

After a few minutes he finally gained some control over his body and turned to you, offering his hand for you to take. You put your hand in his with a big smile on your face and stood up. You pulled him by the hand out of your room and back down the living room of your house. Jobe and your dad were sitting on the couch, discussing something but they stopped when you stepped in with Trent. 

“Hey guys,” you waved with your free hand, “I know you guys have met but dad, Jobe this is my boyfriend Trent,” you formally introduced them. 

“Boyfriend!?” Jobe paled. You and your dad ignored him and your dad stood up to give Trent a hug. Trent was tense at first but he tried to breathe when your dad hugged him. 

“We’ve only spoken about football before but now that you’re dating my only daughter I think we’re going to have to speak about some other things,” your dad gripped Trent’s shoulder. He was smiling but Trent could feel an underlying threat in your dad’s words. 

“Uh yeah of course, anything,” Trent agreed. 

“You two are that serious now?” Jobe came over to you to ask. 

“Yes and I need you to behave,” you told him through your teeth. Fortunately, Jobe took you seriously and kept his mouth shut. “Dad?” you got his attention, “is it okay if I go with Trent to his hotel, he doesn’t know where it is, he doesn’t know Birmingham well,” you buried the lead with unnecessary details in hopes of getting a yes. Your dad narrowed his eyes for a moment, but nodded. 

“Yeah sure,” he agreed. 

“Great, thanks,” you put your hand on Trent’s hand about to pull him back to your room.

“But first Trent why don’t you come outside with me,” he stopped your plan. 

“What?” you automatically asked. 

“Y/n, you and Jobe can order the pizza you suggested while Trent and I talk,” your dad started to walk toward the back garden. You looked to you for help but there was nothing you could say. 

“Uh, okay,” you looked at Trent and had a silent panicked conversion solely through expression until he just followed your dad out of sight and earshot. 

“So does this mean you’re moving to Liverpool?” Jobe asked you now that you two were alone. 

“No silly, I’m not moving,” you put your hands on your hips. 

“Okay then we’re good,” you shook your head at your littlest brother, “can you order margarita pizza for me please,” he sat back on the couch. 

“You know you’re spoiled right?” you told him and took your phone out of your pocket to order the pizza for him. He only shrugged, not knowing any life different from having everyone take care of him. “You think dad is going to be nice to Trent?” you asked Jobe and sat next to him. 

“Nope, he told me he thinks Trent is a terrible choice for you and he’s going to run him away,” Jobe spoke matter of factly.  

“Jobe!” you gasped and he laughed. 

“I’m joking, I don’t know, he didn’t say anything to me,” he took it back but he didn’t save himself from a slap on the shoulder from you, “ow!” he winced. 

“You deserve it,” you shoved him, “you know Trent is important to me,” you grumbled as you ordered the food on your phone. 

“I don’t know why but yeah I know,” Jobe put his phone down, “I think it’ll be fine though - dad wouldn’t have let him come here today if he didn’t like him,” Jobe surprisingly reassured you. You thought about it and actually felt comforted by the notion. 

“Yeah you’re right,” you relaxed a bit but still took up the distraction of picking up all the gifts Trent got you and transporting them to your room while you waited for Trent to come back inside with your dad. 

Trent followed your dad into the garden and stood beside him where he stood looking out at the landscaping ahead. 

“I just wanted to thank you again for letting me come to your house,” Trent spoke first. 

“It was for y/n,” your dad, Mark turned to Trent, “her mum told me she was really upset about the two of you and you seemed rather adamant on fixing it so I thought I’d give you the chance,” he explained his view. 

“I was and I am, I just want her to be happy,” Trent vowed. 

“I can see that…,” Mark thought to the obvious effort Trent was putting in for you, “but I won’t be giving you a chance to fix things twice,” Mark made Trent face fall, “you two are young, kids make mistakes but if I see my little girl looking as heartbroken as she did earlier today at your hands once more you won’t be speaking to her again,” Mark strictly laid out without any hint of a smile on his face, “do we have an understanding?” Mark pressured Trent with his militant stare. 

“Uh yes, of course,” Trent stuttered to answer, “I won’t hurt her,” he promised. 

“Good,” Mark tapped Trent’s shoulder, “because I will hurt you if you do,” he casually mentioned, gazing out at his garden once more. Trent stood frozen beside him, unsure if to speak, move or even breathe. “It’s getting cold, let’s head in,” Mark announced and turned to go back into the house. Trent exhaled the breath he was holding and cautiously followed behind back into the house.

“Hey,” you said on seeing Trent walking back into the house as you reentered the living room, “you okay,” you said for only him to hear once you got to his side. 

“Yeah yeah, it was fine,” he brushed off the fact his heart was still beating out of his chest. He gave you a reassuring smile that worked on you. 

“Okay well I ordered the pizza for you guys…Trent ready to go?” you looked at him, unconsciously leaning on him a bit. 

“Uh yeah, sure,” he meekly said because he felt conscious about taking you out of the house after his conversation with you dad. 

“Message me if you need me,” you told your family and dragged Trent back to your room to pack a bag. 

“Are you sure your dad is okay with this?” Trent asked as you threw some things in an overnight bag. 

“Why did he say something to you?” you asked, standing straight after throwing your toiletries bag from madrid into a tote. 

“No,” Trent scratched his neck, unsure how much to say about his conversation with your dad, “he didn’t say anything about the hotel,” he was truthful. 

“I know he’s fine with it, he knew I went to see you in Liverpool - he just doesn’t like boys in this house you know?” you tried to comfort Trent but he was in his head worried that your dad was going to think Trent was not respecting your dad’s rules. 

“Okay…if you say so,” he sounded worried. 

“Stop stressing,” you kissed his cheek and pulled his hand to pull him out of the room. 

“I just don’t want to over play my hand with your dad,” he told you how he felt. 

“You won’t,” you closed your room door and turned to him now stood in the hallway. You were trying to calm him down but he visibly still looked stressed. You sighed and stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around his body, “just focus on me,” you kissed his lips quickly, “think about fun we’re going to have tonight,” you kissed his cheek, “and how good I’m going to make you feel,” you said into his ear and grazed his earlobe with you teeth. He hummed at the feeling and the thoughts you stirred in his head. 

“Okay,” he put his hands on your hips and pushed you back slightly, “but not until we leave your dad’s house,” he put space between the two of you. 

“Okay,” you giggled and pulled him to go down the stairs with you. 

“I’ll see you guys later,” you quickly waved at your family with Trent silently and stiffly waving behind you. 

“Okay be safe,” your dad wished you and Jobe just waved because he was too caught up in the pizza box he was opening. You skipped out of the house with Trent in tow after that and left with him. The tension left Trent’s body when he was in his car with you. The little bob of your head when your song of the week came over the speakers along with your non stop chatter about where to go despite the google maps being on made everything feel right in his world. As if that wasn’t enough, when you two got to the hotel and you held on to his waist and leaned on him while he checked in, he felt even better. 

“Oo this is nice,” you said of the room while taking off your jacket. 

“If I knew you’d want to come back here I would have asked them to decorate it for you,” Trent said behind you. 

“I think you’ve gotten me enough as is,” you turned to him and helped him push his jacket off his shoulders, “I haven’t seen that many gifts since Christmas before Jude was born,” you laughed. 

“I may have gone a bit overboard,” he shrugged, resting his jacket down and pulling you to him, “but I’d double it if you wanted,” he kissed your lips, holding you by the waist to him. 

“Thank you,” you pulled away, “but right now all I want from you involves that bed,” you pecked his lips and separated from his body. He chuckled as you stepped back and started pulling off your clothes. 

“Are you going to get naked or just watch me?” you raised an eyebrow at him as you pulled your pants off, leaving you only in your underwear. 

“I do like to watch you,” he smirked and you smiled, giving him just that. You stripped off the rest of your clothes and went over to the bed, laying naked for him to appreciate. 

“You sure you don’t want to touch?” you asked him, daring him to come touch you by opening your legs slightly for him. He wasted no time, he quickly stripped naked and got into the bed with you, slotting himself between your spread thighs and pulling you by them to put your pussy in front of his face.  

“I really missed you,” you thought he was speaking to your pussy because he stroked his thumb down your slit as the words wafted over your core. 

“Me or her?” you asked him, sat up on your elbows, watching him admire his next meal.

“Both,” he winked at you and spread you open, giving space for the press of his tongue on to your clit. Your head fell back on your shoulders at the touch and quickly you couldn’t support yourself on your elbows. The kiss, flick and lick of his tongue made you weak. You only had the strength to whimper his name as he pulled an orgasm you couldn’t achieve alone from you. 

The two of you didn’t stop until you both reached peak exhaustion. Trent ate you out like a starved man, making you cum again and again until you had to beg him to give you a break because you were so overstimulated your tummy ached. He solved the ache with the deep press of his cock into your body. He held your hands over your head and kissed you while he fucked you so hard the bed moved with each stroke. Your legs were shaking when he put you on your hands and knees but you found it in you to meet the press of his hips with yours while the noise of your bodies connecting competed with your shouts of his name. He didn’t need to ask you who this pussy belonged to, his name was all you could say. It was the only thought you could form while he made your body quiver. 

You two made up for all the lost time, so much so that you had to apologise to the concierge when they called to bashfully inform you two of a noise complaint. 

“Were we really that loud?” you asked Trent, after he put down the phone, now with your head laid on his naked chest and your leg across his body. 

“You definitely were,” he teased and slapped your ass. You rolled your eyes but you knew he was right. 

“Next time I’ll be quiet,” you stroked his abs. 

“I like when you’re loud,” he palmed your ass in his big hand, “I like to hear you say my name,” he gave your ass cheek a lighter slap. 

“I don’t think our neighbours like to hear it,” you laughed. 

“Who cares,” he shrugged, “I’ll just apologise in the morning,” he thought that would be sufficient. 

“And what if we keep them up all night?” you asked him, moving to straddle him. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, lost in the way you were looking on top of him, with your pretty manicured hands rested on his chest. 

“I think that would really upset them, what will you do then?” you asked him with a salacious smirk on your lips. 

“Whatever the consequences, it’s worth it,” he sat up and captured your lips with his. He could care less if this hotel banned him after tonight. All he cared about was showing you all night not only how much he missed you and wanted you but how much he loved you.

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