Jude's rudely awoken by his phone buzzing.

He groans, blindly reaching for it on his bedside table. He doesn't even get to check the time, screen covered by the caller ID of.. you. Huh. What's that all about then? He's not really spoken to you much. At most, he texts you about something your brother said to tell you, and you rarely text him first, if at all. In fact, he doesn't think he's gotten a text that's longer than five words from you in about.. the seven years he's known you.

"Sam?" he groggily mutters into the phone. Jude's too tired to think straight. He's also pretty sure it's your birthday? He vaguely remembers replying to your story on Instagram and you replying with more emoji's than words. "Why are you callin' me at.." he squints at his phone. "..1 in the morning?"

As he presses the phone to his ear, he can hear you rambling. You're clearly drunk, rambling about something. He picks up something about you trying to go home, and a guy not letting you because he's trying to get you to go home with him, and how you called him because you were stuck in the bathroom now. Jude had already sat up the moment you mentioned a guy bothering you.

In fact, he was already grabbing a shirt and stumbling over himself to put on his shoes while you talked. Jude doesn't know why, but he's always felt something towards you. He's never acted on it, but there's always a bit of want stirring in his gut when he goes to your family's place and sees you around the house, lounging around. Jude swallows, biting back something he might regret saying later on.

Then, you start rambling about.. oh. His cheeks redden. You've suddenly brought up his name, and Jude distinctly realises you think this is your brother, not him. You start rambling about how cute he is, how pretty his eyes are and how sweet his smile is. He can't say anything, and even mutes so he doesn't interrupt you when he calls for a cab.

He keeps you on the line as he walks into the club, pushing past everyone. He only had one person on his mind tonight. There's a guy standing outside the girl's bathroom, he figures this is the guy bothering you, but he tries not to pick a fight. All he says into the phone is, "Come outside, yeah? I'm here," And then he's met with what feels like an angel.

The door opens almost too quick, as you step out, eyes roaming around before landing on him, and the guy next to him. Jude's already fighting a smile at the sight of you. He hopes his fondness isn't too obvious. "Hey, sweetheart." The guy tries to step up to you, but he's quicker than this asshole. "Piss off," he glares at the guy, an arm wrapped around your waist.

"You alright?" he asks, grinning down at you. "Miss my cute smile that much, did you?"