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Jude watches him from the window of his rented apartment. The world Cup is over, leaving millions of fans sad and depressed. It’s been a wild ride, one of the best tournaments in the history of football, with its ups and downs, joys and heartbreak.
Bellingham knows where Erling is staying. He always retreats to this place when he needs to be alone, not bothered by anyone. It’s in a very small, rural town of Spain, which is peaceful, not as crazy as the capital or any other big cities.
Erling is holding a bag of groceries. Jude can’t tell what they are exactly, it’ s too far for him to see. The Norwegian is wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts. Gucci glasses are covering half of his face, as he walks towards the entrance of the building where he’s staying at.
Jude smiles to himself. He has the spare keys, how could he not when Erling gave it to him himself. Haaland doesn’t know that he’s here, he thinks he is alone, far from the crazy world and noise. Bellingham wonders what Erling’s reaction would be if he snuck up on him unexpectedly.
Swimming deep in thoughts Jude doesn’t notice when Erling gets inside.
“Shit,” he curses. “Stay focused, Jude” he giggles to himself, grabbing the edge of a velvet curtain and straining his neck to get a better view of the Norwegian giant.
The smiley expression on his face slowly turns into a frown as he watches Erling who is standing in the kitchen. Instead of black shorts he’s now wearing white silk pants, which perfectly match the white shirt Bellingham is wearing. The red t-shirt is nowhere to be seen, Haaland is half naked.
“What the hell…” Jude mumbles worried as he watches Erling who’s standing at the kitchen table and wiping his eyes. His hair is down, almost completely covering his face but Jude can still his red eyes. Haaland never cries, or at least in public. Jude has never seen him cry and seeing him like this shakes the English man to his core.
“Oh, kjaere,” Jude whispers softly. Something is wrong and he needs to find out. He clenches his fist, holding the keys to Haaland’s apartment and with quick steps walks out, slamming the door behind him.
God help them If someone hurt the man he loves, because Bellingham is coming for them and there will be no escape from his wrath.
The image is made by me. I can picture them exactly like this while watching/listening to that song 🔥🔥🔥
To be continued…