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You heard the yelling before you even reached the stairs. Laughter, shouting, FIFA commentary echoing through the mansion. Typical.

It was evening in Madrid, and after a long shoot, all you wanted was silence. But no your brother Tommy and his chaotic crew had turned the living room into a frat house again.

You padded downstairs, wearing a cropped tee and biker shorts. You didn’t care this was your house too.

As soon as you stepped into view, it was like everything paused. Six boys turned. Pizza in hand, mouths open, controllers in mid-air. And then

“Woooooo!” “Tommy’s sister’s in the building!” “Bro, Jude’s locked in!”

You rolled your eyes. “Grow up.”

And there he was Jude Bellingham. Black Hoodie, grey sweats, smile like he knew too much. His eyes locked on you and didn’t move.

Tommy groaned. “Don’t even look at her, Jude.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Jude replied, clearly amused.

“You were staring.”

“She walked in like that. What do you want me to do? Go blind?”

You grabbed a slice of pizza, ignoring the comments. “Do you guys ever not act like 12-year-olds?”

“Never,” Tommy said proudly, tossing a pillow at one of his mates.

As Jude was grinning being goofy and silly with one of his mates he suddenly looked at you agin “Come on stop giving bitchy looks or is you just having resting bitch face?”