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jsprnt · 12 days

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a date at the local spring fair seems to bloom your situationship into a relationship

trent alexander-arnold x reader

A/N: based on this request! Also been dyinggg to go to my local fair, so I immediately came up with this idea!! 🫶🫶 (does this photo of trent not make you weak in the knees?? 😭)

W/C: 1.804

your eyes dart to your phone screen again, reading the last text message your date sent you. he said he’d be there in a minute, so you shove your phone back into your jacket.

the fair isn’t very busy today, most likely due to it being a weekday. the weather had started picking up these past few days. gloomy, rainy winter days replaced with sunny, warm spring days.

you’d missed seeing the blue sky and the pretty, colorful flowers in the park. you had noticed most people were much happier and of course, just like the little lambs being born, symbolizing a new life- your own life seemed to also flicker to another chapter.

you and trent have known each other for a couple of months now. first meeting through a mutual friend at a small, intimate party on a rainy november night. you hadn’t thought much of it at first. of course- he was handsome, and that wasn’t something you could look away from.

you knew who he was, as a football player for one of the world’s best clubs- you’d assumed he would be too busy interacting with other people to notice you.

obviously, you also were too busy speaking to the people you did know. until- one of your mutual friends had introduced him to you.

unbeknownst to you, he’d been eyeing you across the room since he’d caught sight of the pretty smile you’d flash your friend when they said something funny. at first glance, he had almost choked on his unnecessarily expensive tequila, it burning horribly in the back of his throat.

he barely recovered from the shock before one of his best mates had dragged him across the venue, insisting he’d talk to you. only, because he thought ‘you two would be a great couple’.

you were caught off guard at first, but the looks your friends were sending you- had given you enough courage to speak to him without being flustered.

you two only hung out more after that night, accepting frequent invites to his games, and random visits to each other’s place, which only increased when trent got injured.

you look up at the shout of your name, turning around to see trent walk up to you. he’s dressed nicely as usual, comfy enough for all the rides and games you’d planned to play.

“hi!” you beam, greeted by his pearly white smile. his lips turned up when he makes eye contact with you.

“hey, you alright?” he asks, his scouser accent familiar as he gives you a warm hug. you bury your face in the crook of his neck for a moment, smelling his signature cologne.

“I’m fine, how ‘bout you and your knee?” you question, knowing that he didn’t have to wear a brace anymore.

“better, I can walk properly- at least..” he replies, the both of you starting to walk past the various games and food trucks.

it doesn’t take long before you’re both immersed into the money-grabbing games available. from popping balloons with darts to a donut-eating contest. which you won, that left you with powdered sugar all over the corners of your mouth. prompting trent to gently wipe the sugary product off with his thumb and a raised heartbeat he had difficulty controlling.

“let’s try that roller coaster over there..” you suggest, pointing up to the least intimidating one.

“you don’t want to go in the one that goes upside down?” he asks, pressing the bunny plushie you had won into his chest. you hold back a chuckle at the sight, shaking your head.

“nope, don’t trust going upside down on a rollercoaster that’s practically been pulled out of a suitcase..” you state, lining up with him so you can get on the attraction.

he chuckles at your explanation, glancing at your impatient expression. thankfully, it’s your turn after a few minutes. you both strap in safely, making sure the bars are as tight as possible against your chest and stomach.

“aren’t you scared?” he asks, looking at your giddy expression. you shake your head almost immediately, making sure your pockets are zipped so your phone won’t fall out.

soon, the cart you’re in slowly starts rolling up. your breath hitches in excitement, wind starting to blow into your faces. you glance at trent, who’s sporting a less excited expression, so you shout in excitement when the cart drops and goes up multiple times. hoping your happiness will be infectious and cheer him up.

it works! the couple of looks you sneak, tell you he was pretty satisfied, cheering and shouting along with you.

you take a deep breath when the cart stops. the both of you slightly dizzy when you step out.

“you liked that one?” you ask, fixing your jacket as you both start walking away, walking past other attractions.

“i did! i was nervous for a moment, won’t lie..” he replies, scouser accent thick and laced with excitement.

“good, I’m glad you liked it- oh look!” you suddenly exclaim. pointing to the haunted house, fake skeletons, and more ‘scary’ props used to decorate the entrance.

“you want to go inside?” trent asks, raising a brow at you. he wasn’t aware that you were such an adrenaline junkie, or were you?

“yes, let’s go!” you urge, paying the entrance fee, and stepping inside. the bunny plushie now pressed into your side as you both start walking into the dark maze.

“i can’t see anything..” you murmur, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. your arm grazes trent’s, which in turn makes your breath hitch. your temperature rises, despite the coldness of the room you’re in.

“me neither..” you hear trent mutter, he glances at you in the dark. your arms touching each other every now and then. the numerous fake spiderwebs and bone-chilling moving skulls making you freeze up often.

entering another room, you’re immediately greeted by a zombie. the special effects props and makeup, too good not to jump and scream.

“shit!” you exclaim, back pressing against trent’s chest when you take a step back.

“what the fuck!” you hear the scouser shout against your ear. it hurts for a moment, but you’re too focused on the zombie trying to get close to you to care about it.

you feel strong hands grab at your jacket. instinctively you know it’s trent, so you keep scuffling forward. trying your best to ignore the groaning and gurgling sounds coming from the too-talented actor.

walking through the empty hall, you look at him, his grip on your jacket loosening.

“you’re such a coward..” you accuse, laughing when remembering how he shouted in fear.

“you’re the one who yelled first..” he retorts, and you can make out a smirk on his face.

“here, take my hand.” he offers, holding his hand out. which you can only see because of the green lights strung along the dusty hallway.

your heart skips a beat or two, stopping you in your tracks. you feel your face heat up, and you’re glad he can’t fully make out your dumbfounded expression in the dark. you quickly shove away that lovesick feeling, trying to compose yourself.

“that’s a really weird way to propose, but okay..” you tease, your fingers intertwining with trent’s. knowing you’d probably made him more dazzled than he made you flustered.

“wait, no- i meant-" he stutters, mind going totally foggy as he forgets how to form a proper sentence in his state. you hold back a smile, knowing his brain was probably running kilometers an hour.

“wait, did you say you’d marry me?” he suddenly questions, face contouring into confusion and a dumbstruck expression.

“uh, no?” you feign your upmost innocence, thumb grazing his knuckles. a sweet, comforting touch, but it only makes the short circuit in his brain worse.

you smirk to yourself, carefully dragging him along. mindful of his injury as your hearts beat in unison, like electric sparks flying off the pads of your fingers.

the hold on each other’s hands only gets tighter, until the last jumpscare. this time, your entire front is pressed against his back, it scaring you a bit too much. you thought the cackling clown was the end of the attraction.

you catch your breath when you finally step outside, trent’s hand on your back. soothing rubs helping you calm down faster.

“why- why would they think using a knife prop was a good idea?” you pant, questioning if the ten-pound entrance fee was worth it.

trent squeezes into your hand, reassuring you with his touch. “you’re good, it’s all fake- remember?” he rationalizes your thoughts, slowly pulling you away to the food trucks.

he sits you down on a small wooden bench and table, eyes roaming on your face to check up on you.

“are you alright?” he asks, face inching closer to yours. his breath hitting your lips.

“I’m fine, really..” you reassure, squeezing into the plushy for comfort.

“let’s have something to eat, then we’ll get on the ferris wheel. is that okay?” he asks, voice patient and sweet. the kindness in his expression and words cheers you up a bit. so, you smile, nodding in agreement.

“i’ve heard that they have really nice tacos. want to try?” he suggests, glancing up at the food truck in question.

“sure, let’s try them.” you answer, he nods walking away to order and collect your food. he comes back fairly quickly, placing the delicious and warm tacos on the table. not to forget, the extra cups of guacamole, lime and sour cream.

“eat up before they get cold..” he says, the both of you digging into your food and drink of choice. a comfortable silence ensues, with soft hums and small comments made in delight.

“i love fair food..” you hum, taking the last few sips of your drink. trent nods in agreement, leaning over to wipe some of the sour cream off your lip.

you pause your movements at the action, eyes darting to his brown ones. his touch is delicate and careful, and he folds the napkin after pulling away.

“there, all clean..” he mutters, cleaning the table off and coming back from the recycling bin.

“do you want to go on the ferris wheel now? it’s getting dark, and the view will be nice..” he asks, unconsciously holding his hand out for you to hold.

you nod excitedly, clutching onto his warm hand as you both make your way to the ferris wheel. your bodies touching as you lean them against each other, waiting in line for the last attraction of the night.

it’s imminent that a sweet first kiss will be shared, right? a flicker to the next chapter of your life. the city lights witnessing a love blooming like a patch of yellow daffodils in spring.

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digitaldiarystuff · 2 months

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The Fight

thank you so much for this request i loved it and hope you did as well!!! please keep on sending somethings

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pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Y/N

summary: you and Trent have an argument and he says some things that break your heart but he realizes what he did wrong and tries to apologize

genre: angst to fluff

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“Hey baby I got groceries” you yelled into the hall entering your house with Trent. Today was a match day and Trent being injured, he couldn’t play.

“Hey” he simply said from the living room.

You quickly pecked his lips and laid everything you bought on the kitchen island. You were planning to have a cosy date night in with him especially since his mood has been down for a while. He was a very passionate man about his job and little hiccups affected his life.

“Would you like some steak or-

You were interrupted by the doorbell ringing and Trent opened it to reveal Dominik. You were shocked to say the least, but thought maybe he was here to drop off or pick something up.

“Hey mate” Trent hugged Dominik and seeing his smile made you feel better for a while.

“Hey Dom” you exited the kitchen to greet him with a hug.

“Hi, Y/N. Thank you for inviting me.” he kindly said, you liked Dominik you really did but you gave Trent a look expecting an explanation but he didn’t look your way and continued his conversation with his friend.

This was supposed to be a date night with just the two of you, you didn’t have to worry about work for the first time in a while and you thought this would be good for the pair of you but clearly, Trent had other plans.

You didn’t say anything more and went back to the kitchen to start preparing a meal with a sigh. You loved Trent getting out of his shell in the last year, he was more social than he’s ever been but you were a little hurt that’s it.

You decided to put your needs second and let him enjoy being with his friend, which happened quite often recently but you didn’t care. You knew he needed this.

“Can I help with anything?” Dominik asked from behind and you turned to him with a hopefully convincing smile.

“No, I got it. You’re the guest, please make yourself at home.” you said and he thanked you just grabbed two waters and left.

Even Dom came and asked if you need any help, but Trent didn’t, you thought. He was becoming more and more distant recently and you worried about him shutting you off. If he wanted to watch the game with his friends you’d happily agree and maybe invite some more people but this morning you told him you were thinking about having a date for you two at home and he just said mhm. He could’ve just said no.

You cooked the two steaks you’ve purchased and boiled vegetables to accompany them, it’s a good thing you weren’t feeling hungry anymore. At that moment, you felt more like a house maid than a girlfriend but you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of someone, you decided to wait until Dominik left to have a conversation with your boyfriend.

“Dinner’s ready.” you shouted into the living room and the boys made their way to the bar sitting down on stools.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Trent asked and you just gave him a look that said, drop it.

“No, I had a big lunch.” this was a lie, a lie Trent should be able to see but he didn’t. They thanked you for the food and you went upstairs to your room to cool off.

You were thinking about the right way to approach the situation because you didn’t want to have a big blown argument with Trent. You were just feeling a little under appreciated lately. He could understand that, right?

You didn’t even realized you drifted off, you were only awakened by some shuffling in your room. You panicked a little but quickly realized it was Trent opening and closing some drawers on your dresser.

“What are you doing?” you asked and he turned around. He was wearing pants and a new t-shirt and his hair was styled.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked again.

“Yeah, we’re going to celebrate the win with the boys.” he nonchalantly said and you felt the weight of the unspoken words from before again.

“And you didn’t ask me to come because…” you trailed off hoping he’d finish your sentence.

“Because we’re not attached at the hip Y/N. It’s just a couple of drinks, why are you being like this?” he asked and you narrowed your eyes.

“I’m being like what, Trent? I just wanted a night with you where we could enjoy some food and drinks while watching TV. Like a couple. Is that so much to ask?”

“Oh my days! You’re blowing this out of proportion, Dominik called and asked to come, what was I supposed to say?”

“You could’ve said I’m having dinner with my girlfriend but clearly, you couldn’t. And you’re here telling me you’re going out to a club before even talking to me at all? Am I your girlfriend or your housemate Trent? I was hoping to sort this out with you without having an argument, I wanted peace.”

“Yeah, clearly” he snorted and you felt your ears heating up with how little he cared about you pouring your heart to him.

“You know what, fine, go. It’s not like you being here is going to solve anything. Maybe I’ll be gone when you come back so you can have your peace.” you said with tears in your eyes, Trent was hurting you so much with not caring about your issues and not wanting to talk and sort everything out. He was never like this, he changed.

“Look I don’t need you bringing me down now Y/N, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Before you could say anything, he walked out the door slamming it in the process and you felt your whole body freeze. You suddenly felt numb, Trent didn’t even care you threatened to leave, he didn’t even bat an eye. He didn’t say I love you like he used to and you started sobbing uncontrollably. You laid on the bed with tears on your face and thought about your good times, maybe it was true, everything comes to an end.

All you felt was a little disappointment but this last conversation left you broken. He wasn’t in love with you anymore.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that but it had to have been a couple hours because you heard the front door open and close which meant he came back. You couldn’t face him now, he’d only hurt you more so with your back to the door you pretended to be asleep. Trent slowly made his way to your bathroom and he came out after a while, he shuffled around the closet and changed making his way to the bed. You were trying so hard to not break down again but once he plopped down on the bed your body started shaking again. He noticed and sighed loudly putting one arm on your waist pulling you to his chest.

You wanted to fight him, get out of his touch but he was the only thing that could calm you down at the moment and you hated him and yourself for it. You leaned in his touch not trusting your logic. You needed his comfort.

“I know you’re awake.” he whispered in your ear but you couldn’t say anything, just laid there with a trembling body.

“I love you” he tried again and you broke down immediately.

He hurriedly turned you over and looked at your tear stained red puffy face with concern in his eyes. This was the most emotion you’ve seen him have in a while.

“Y/N, baby, shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” he said while wiping your tears and pulling you closer to his chest. You kept crying and then you shoved his chest.

“Not good enough. You don’t get to be a good boyfriend now, you left me like this and came back hours later. Do you know how shitty that felt?” you asked him and he looked away ashamed of his behavior.

“You’re right and I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you I swear. I love you Y/N and I’m sorry for shutting you out it’s just I’m feeling a little lost lately.” he confessed and you couldn’t help but put your hand on his cheek to make him face you.

“Trent I get that, I really do but you don’t have to shut me out. I’m here to help you, I love you and want you to be happy but all you’re doing is hurt me.” He leaned in your touch and kissed the palm of your hand slowly making eye contact with you.

“I know, I know” he said.

“I promise I’ll do better. I never want to see you like this ever again, especially because of me. I love you” he said pleading and your heart melted.

One thing about Trent, he never lied. Even in the most uncomfortable moments where lying could get him out, he didn’t and you knew he was really sorry.

“I don’t want to say it’s okay because it’s not. You can’t treat me like that ever again because I’m your girlfriend Trent. But I know you feel bad and you understand where I come from.”

“I do I really do.” he cut you off and pressed another kiss on your hand.

“I promise this will never happen again, of course we’re attached at the hip. I’m never leaving you, you’re it for me and I can’t lose you Y/N I love you.”

You didn’t say anything just snuggled closer to him and he accepted you with open arms. Even though he was a little thick headed sometimes, you knew he loved you and would do anything for you and that’s why you’re still with him. You loved him with all your heart and there’s nothing that can change that.

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foreverisntenough · 3 months

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff; maybe smut and angst- not sure yet!

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more than this part (don’t know many just yet though)

Chapter 1 - ‘You’re Mine’

It was a warm morning in July. You pulled at your Nike crew socks to fix them after you’d tied the laces of your white sneakers. Popping your AirPods in before heading out the door. You turned the key to lock your apartment and navigated on your phone to Spotify. The volume was too loud, it always was but you wanted to check out for a little. Focus.

You began your run; across a few avenues before hitting 5th Ave. It was your favorite part of the run. The sidewalks were wide, the juxtaposed calm of the busy upper east side raced with your heart. The sun splashing in between scaffolding. You made your way from the 60s into the 70s. At 78th Street you needed to cross to round out the loop.

You stood on the left side, waiting to cross right. You felt as if someone was watching you for some reason, as if you had eyes on you. Your long sleeve Lululemon shirt stuck to your body in sweat. You pulled it up and wiped your forehead with the hem. The pull showed your toned stomach reflecting in the sun. You sponged up a bead of sweat that raced down your long tan legs with your Nike running shorts that slit high on the sides. You tried to breathe as slow as you could and turned the music down as you stepped into the crosswalk. Your Isabel Marant hat covered your eyes slightly blocking your vision as you gazed at the ground but found yourself staring at an odd amount of designer sneakers standing at the opposite corner. In what felt like hours of inspection, actually fleeting seconds, you got closer to them. You deduced it was a group of men, given the size, styles… You’d be lying if you didn’t judge men by their choice of shoes often. Style mattered to you. Not necessarily brands or the price of something but the care someone put into how they presented themselves was important. You glanced up quickly clocking a group of 6 or so men around your age. Your heart faltered at the image so you kept your head down. Like a child, you told yourself if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. As you stepped up onto the sidewalk, the group now unbelievably close, you snaked through the other people waiting to cross the street to go further uptown. You lowered your headphones volume again…almost to a pause. You overheard the group talking; they were loud. Not obnoxious, they just were goofing around with friends. You clocked the distinct accent almost immediately. It was so specific, it was also so random. What are the odds you hear a Liverpool accent behind you. Sure not 0% considering you were on fifth avenue in New York City but your interest definitely peaked. You had a soft spot for the English city. You loved the people in Liverpool. You went to Liverpool every year, maybe even more often than that with your dad. It was special to you.

The first time you went to Liverpool was just to go to a football game with your Dad. Was it a little frivolous to travel to another country for a game, absolutely, but it was a lot of fun too. You always had an amazing time visiting your Dad’s native country and over time, like he was, became slightly attached emotionally to Liverpool Football Club. You followed from the US waking up early on weekend mornings to watch. It didn’t hurt that the team was cute. Not bad people to follow on Instagram. You found it easy to develop a crush on people you didn’t know. You could build them up, make them apologize for things they never did, deliver on every whim of yours all from the comfort of your head, sitting on your bed. You’d listen to the team’s interviews and memorize the annunciation or stress placed on certain syllables in their varied accents. You’d be quick to zoom in on Instagram holiday photos trying to deduce if they were with women or where they might be. It was addicting. It was also harmless, they didn’t know you, you didn’t know them but god, would you want to. Although you wanted to know one particular player. Get to know his face in real life. You wanted to get lost in those dark brown eyes, wanted them to flirt with you. He was beautiful. Like genuinely and objectively beautiful. There were a lot of physical traits about him that made your head spin, your heart race, you just wanted to lick and yet… you’d never exist in that world, holding his gaze, his world.

The accents rang in your ears as you pulled one headphone out to eavesdrop a little, smiling at the familiarity and intricacy of words. You turned your head slightly back to the left looking to find the crosswalk counting down to see when you could start your run again. Before your eyes could land on the descending numbers flashing, your view was obstructed and found yourself looking directly into someone’s eyes. There was a glimmer in the strangers eyes, a warm honey hue. You snapped your gaze, looking back down at your sneakers immediately in shock. ‘What the fucks’ flew around in your head. You could feel he was still staring at you and you weren’t exactly sure what to do. Caged on the sidewalk; unable to cross as the cars proceeded to pass and unable to back away with the people waiting behind you. You laughed in your head at how ridiculous you were being about simple eye contact. ‘This is a complete stranger… relax’ you told yourself. When you mustered up the courage to pick your eyes up and your heart off the floor you got lost. Those eyes. You squint your eyes under your hat questioning what the hell was happening. There he was… in the flesh.. looking at you. He looked angel like. His skin soft, placing his hand on his forehead over his eyes to block the sun to take a closer look back at you. His amber smell wafted towards you. He was all consuming. You felt crazy. What honestly was happening. His plump lips pulled at the corner revealing the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. It sank in your stomach that this stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. An internet obsession genuinely was stood in front of you. You couldn’t help but smile back. A panicked confidence came over you. It was innate, instinctual, you had to; you reached out your arm and lightly grabbed at his. He looked at you slightly surprised but also smug. He knew he had a gravitational pull on people and he was not particularly upset that it worked on people that looked like you too. You felt the words slipping out from your lips but a static fuzz filled your brain.

“Sorry, are you Trent Alexander Arnold?” You already knew the answer.

His smile got bigger, he seemed flattered. He looked at you with sincerity. And then he spoke…

“Yeah, and you are?” His voice laced with his accent was smooth, heavy, beautiful.

You started to question your decision. Why did you say anything to begin with, you had nothing to say to him. You realized quickly your hand was still on him as he stared down at it. You rolled your eyes a little embarrassed and slowly pulled it down his arm. He was intrigued. Despite the internal chaos ensuing inside of you, you presented incredibly calm, smooth, and as your hand brushed over his, pulling back to your side, sexy. He stared at your collar bones and the dip in your throat, a drop of sweat ran down your tan skin. He studied its path. Watching it trace over the bone and then over a little scar, he observed it absorb into your top. He was embarrassed in his own mind that he wanted to watch the sweat keep rolling down your body, sans shirt.

“Y/N” you spoke quietly.

“This is kind of mad to run into you here, you know?” You babbled and he looked amused at the speed of your words as you continued. “I have been in Liverpool a lot, I guess just England in general a lot and never could imagine running into someone like you and definitely didn’t think I’d ever be here.”

“Yeah? Someone like me?” He asked.

It was flirty. Suggestive. Was he flirting with you? Maybe he was just being nice but you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild staring at the veins on his hands.

“What you doing over in Liverpool” he questioned you with a raised brow.

“Oh, erm” you weren’t sure how to phrase this. You were a fan, nothing wrong with that but you also didn’t want to freak him out.

“My dad’s from England so we go a lot and I follow the prem, I guess…We usually go to a game or two up north every year..” you explained. He seemed calmed by your honesty.

“See anything of interest up north?” your breath hitched at his words and his eyes boring back at you. You laughed a little, he was more charismatic than you maybe ever gave him credit for. Definitely reserved and quiet but he was entertaining the conversation pushing it in a direction you thought that you must’ve been dreaming.

“Had my eyes on something at Anfield, sure” you smirked. He watched your pink lips curl. It was enticing, he licked over his top lip then his bottom in response and hummed.

“Where are you staying?” you stopped his thoughts. “Sorry, you don’t have to ans…” you awkwardly tried to not pry.

“The Plaza” he cut you off. You returned his smile at the fact that he had been staying in such close proximity; right under your nose, blissfully unaware.

“Best area.” You spoke again. “Upper East Side will always be it for me but I’m biased because I live here.” You held your hands up in innocence.

“You live near here?” he asked, taking a small step towards you. His body so close to yours.

“A few blocks down and over on Park Ave” you pointed ambiguously, telling him. His eyes traced your body intently. It very quickly washed over you how sweaty you were. This isn’t the way you’d ideally want to look meeting someone you fancied, let alone him.

“I swear I don’t always look like this” you paused, shaking your head “it’s hot” you laughed defending your appearance.

“It is hot” he echoed cheekily, not talking about the weather anymore taking in every inch of your body in front of him.

“I would’ve really preferred having you see me in something else.” Your words were unintentionally suggestive. You slowly shut your eyes hoping he didn’t take your comment the wrong way. His mouth gaped open a little as he laughed

“Oh yeah?” He mocked you. His tease was endearing though.

“How long are you here for?” You needed to change the topic before you passed out from his intense gaze on you.

“Few more days...” he spoke, turning his head up to look at the street. The crosswalk sign had changed to’ walk.’ You felt your heart sink as your little interaction with Trent was going to end. One of the boys from his group walked by you two pinching in between Trent’s shoulder and neck. He winced at the feeling and the boy gave him a knowing look meeting back with the rest of the group. The boys crossed the street, you were stuck watching them so you failed to realize that Trent hadn’t budged. He returned his eyes to you and smiled softly. It made your heart flutter that he maybe still wanted to talk to you. In a panic to keep the conversation alive you blurted out an unsolicited offer without thinking…

“While you’re here, if you need someone to go out with, or just even need recommendations you should hit me up” Your face pulled into a childish grin. His eyes widened at your forwardness. You honestly were surprised at yourself too.

“I don’t really know you though, do I?” He questioned back at you.

You felt a little sick, a little stupid for maybe misreading the situation and conversation. You shyly laughed and rolled your eyes again embarrassed. This whole thing was ridiculous.

“Yeah, well… I don’t really know you either do I?” You mocked his question.

“You do though.” He leaned in a little closer to you.

“No” you paused at his face's closeness. “I don’t know you, I know your name and your face. That’s not really knowing someone is it?” He smirked at your rational. “And honestly, with that, it's only to your benefit. You’re going into this with the upper hand. You already know I think you’re attractive.” You should’ve thought your sentence through a little more but you were caught in the moment.

“Really? I didn’t know I knew that” he quipped.

He was funny, you’ll give him that. Your faux confidence was already dwindling preparing for him to turn you down. Letting a stranger down, rejecting a pass must be awkward and hard for him to do. Although he probably had a lot of practice doing it, his response wasn’t what you’d expected. It just about stopped your heart.

“And what if you knew I thought you were attractive” he almost whispered. It was sexy. Your brow furrowed genuinely because you had believed he was about to reject you.

“Are you sure?” you asked so quickly looking up at him in confusion. He thought your ignorance was cute.

“Yeah, I’ve got eyes haven’t I? I can see what’s in front of me. You caught my eye across the street before you even snuck your way next to me” You blushed at the idea he was already looking at you before you even had clocked him. You felt like someone might’ve been watching earlier but you couldn’t have dreamed it would be him.

It felt like it happened in slow motion as you watched his hand come closer to you. The back of his knuckle traced your highlighted cheekbone. Goosebumps arose all over your skin. Before he could remove his hand he heard a loud familiar whistle and was thrust back into reality that he was standing on the corner of the street. He gestured to the group he was with to hold on a second.

“Let me take you out tonight” he ask calmly

“You don’t really know me though, do you?” You quickly hit back making a smug face he wasn’t impressed with.

“Let me get to know you then” he cooed. You looked around you as if people might overhear you, like your response was just meant for him.

“Yeah. I’d like that” you said hush.

“Gimme your number” he said as he forced his phone at you. Your eyes stuck watching the group across the street monitoring the situation. Were they staring because of you, because he does this a lot? Or rather never does this? The questions poured into your head but the harsh sun reflecting off his phone into your face brought you back down to earth. You typed your number into his phone, saving your name with a little ‘🗽’ emoji as a contextual reminder and gave him his phone back.

The gears in your mind were still turning. What honestly just happened that you were holding a Liverpool football player's phone. Trent smiled seeing your name and the little emoji.

“Y/N L/N” he repeated.

“That’s me” grinning back.

He placed his phone in his pocket and lifted his arm again and reached to stoke your arm. You shivered at the touch.

You blew some air out your mouth in disbelief at the events unfolding. You weren’t sure what to do with the lull in the conversation now but Trent seemed comfortable in the silence.

“If you’re still heading up fifth, my favorite view of the city skyline is up at the reservoir. You ever been?” You softly suggested. He dragged his hand back up your arm.

“Nah, should I?” he asked. Focused more on the feeling of your skin than your words.

“It’s nice if you have the time. Good for the gram.” You laughed.

“Important” he replied as you stared at his hand continue to stroke your arm

“Very” you confirmed. He rocked backwards a little

“So I’m gonna see you tonight, yeah?” He said looking at your face once more as he dropped his hand from you.

“Yeah, yeah” you responded not totally sure that would actually happen but you were happy with this little conversation to hold in your mind forever. His smell, his gaze on you, saying you were attractive. Even if he was lying, you’d still take it from him. You bite your cheek before speaking again.

“If I don’t see you ” you paused and he looked at you confused. “It was nice to meet you” you said sweetly. He started laughing and shaking his head.

“I’m going to see you, trust me” he winked at you. It felt like you could fall over. Your legs felt like jello.

“Go on then, finish your run” he said tilting his head, gesturing down the avenue you were at.

“Absolutely not. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you watch me run down the block now” you were embarrassed by the idea of trying to exercise in front of someone who did it for a living.

“I like what I’ve seen so far, don’t deprive me of a nice view” his tone dripping with ideas.

You were shocked at the tone. You liked it. It was sweet and full of suggestion. You wanted to just listen to him talk for hours.

“I’m going to walk this way” you spoke up pointing down the street emphasizing the word ‘walk’ a little teasingly.

“See you, yeah?” He winked.

“Yeah, I trust you” you said, walking a bit away from him.

It felt like leaving a friend but also nothing like that. You craved so much more knowing he wasn’t one. You needed more of him. He was intoxicating, he felt like you took a shot of liquor. You felt light headed, the world blurred around you, giggling to yourself at the feeling in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you. You put your headphones back in and made your way down the street. You started to text your sister about the flirty encounter with the footballer but you didn’t want to jinx anything. Maybe you actually would see him later. That going to happen fell on Trent though; he was the one with your number, he was on his holiday. It didn’t seem likely to happen but he seemed so nice at the very least you’d hope he’d have the courtesy to tell you he couldn’t meet. You looked back towards where he was wanting to relive those minutes over and over again. Your eyes met again. He had his on you still. He squinted trying to follow your path and he smiled.

Trent crossed the street towards the group of boys nonchalantly, he was playing off how smitten he had just become with a complete stranger.

“What the fuck was that?” one of the boys looked at him as Trent embarrassingly bit onto his lip still watching you.

“Yeah, she was fit but like did you need to get the whole life story or…” another boy said.

“Did you know her?” The comments and questions came flooding in from the group confused at the interaction. To answer what you had wondered earlier. No, Trent didn’t do this a lot, igniting more of an inquiry. He kept to himself a lot of the time. Of course he’d get with girls back at home and on holidays and such but right now he was sober, it was in the middle of the day, on the street, and he seemingly was drooling over someone he’d never spoken to before. This was out of character.

“I honestly feel like I know her,” Trent spoke, trying to clear his throat. “Gonna see her tonight,” he informed them. The boys bustled with noise and confusion

“What about our dinner tonight?” Someone questioned

“You’ll figure it out. I’ll meet you after to go to that event.” Trent calmed the group still watching you as you looked back once more at him before turning the corner out of his view. He didn't like that he couldn’t see you anymore. He felt like he needed to study you more. The image of sweat dripping down your body had him down bad. It shouldn’t have affected him like that. He questioned why he was aching for you. He didn’t even know you. He exhaled confused. He could hear your voice replaying in his head. Soft and sweet, was it suggestive? Was he making it up?

“She didn’t even ask for a picture with me, ya know” he spoke quietly towards his brother in the group. Trent didn’t want to look like a melt to his friends so opted to confide in him. With his brothers he couldn’t really embarrass himself; they were so close.

“Maybe she doesn’t care about that,” Trent’s brother Tyler responded. Trent grunted slightly annoyed that you weren’t fawning and falling over him like he’d want. What he didn’t know was that you had actually been nauseous at the sheer idea of speaking with him. Tyler watched his face change.

“That bother you?” He asked. Trent looked back at him unsure.

“Don’t know… just not sure why I feel like this. Like I thought she was into me but the more I think about it” he paused reflecting “maybe I was just pushing a narrative in my head. She didn’t exactly seek me out, it was by chance, she was minding her business” his heart hurt a little at the thought.

“You just don’t stand that close to someone you don’t know and aren’t interested in” Tyler quipped back.

“Yeah?” Trent questioned his sincerity.

“She was grossly close to you. Made me a little sick not gonna lie '' a voice from behind them piped up. Their younger brother Marcel wanted in on the conversation, the gossip about the mystery girl was too good to miss.

“She from here?” His brother questioned

“Mmhmm, I felt like I was almost being played because she gave me everything up front. She told me her name, where she lived, about her dad, she follows footie, told me about visiting Anfield and that. Like I couldn’t build a more ideal woman, she’s a dream and she just stood there like she was somehow at a disadvantage.” Trent ranted.

“Oh” the brothers simultaneously echoed. Marcel looked at Tyler a little concerned about Trent’s vulnerability. Trent was independent and smart but it was often on everyone around him minds if people were trying to take advantage of or attempting to use Trent for something.

“She’s been to a game… of yours?” Tyler asked

“I assumed I was there playing. She didn’t really specify”

“The odds of meeting your dream girl like this on the street is mad but then again it’s you Trentski. If you really want to go find out more.. I guess shoot your shot.” Marcel tried to be honest but still support him…

“You think it’s bad to text now?” Trent cautiously asked. His brothers just laughed at him.

“Why are you being like this bro? You’re down so bad already and you don’t even know her. What did she do to you!” They exclaimed, clinging to each other continuing to give Trent shit for his lack of confidence.

“What am I doing?” Trent felt ridiculous; where did his conviction go? He needed to not let you get this in his head. Yet the only thing playing in his mind were images of you.

“What the fuuuucckk” he groaned.

“Relax bro, just go and maybe you’ll get to release a little” his brother joked about Trent’s obvious growing crush. The innuendo made Trent’s heads spin. His brothers kept talking but all he could think about was you peeling the sweaty clothes off your body at home. He wanted to be there for that. He needed the girl he didn’t know he would even meet an hour ago.

“This is embarrassing” he said despite hitting send on a text he was terrified of.

You sat on your bed after showering. If there was any luck in life for you he would text you. Your shower was long. The idea of you potentially seeing Trent tonight required you to look your best. The bathroom steamed, you washed your hair twice, exfoliating, shaving absolutely everything. You moisturized like you never had before. Your post shower routine was extensive and so was your skin and hair care. The idea of him even near your body had you giddy. You had to wonder if he was that clever and smooth with everyone. You felt the character you had built up in your mind from behind an on screen image had been torn to shreds by his unwavering confidence, his eyes glimmering, his composure. He wasn’t anything you imagined. He was much much better.

Your phone pinged, the screen illuminating with a new text. You tried to tell yourself to relax. It was probably going to be your mom to be realistic but there lied the unknown uk number on your phone. You squeezed your eyes shut, your leg now bouncing up and down a little. ‘What the fuck it’s just a text. You’re embarrassing’ you spoke to yourself. Your stomach dropped as you swiped to read the new message.

“The reservoir?”

It was so simple but you felt your heart racing. You wanted to be quick in response not knowing how he was with his phone and you didn’t want to miss your opportunity. You were trying not to think too much as you hit send.

“The reservoir.” You confirmed.

“Going to make me way there and let you know what I think” his response was quick in return.

“Please do 😉” you typed and deleted the wink emoji 1000 times but just said fuck it. Every moment exchanged with Trent felt like it could be your last so you decided you were going to try not to hold back.

A genuine full smile swept across Trent’s face.

“She responded I’m assuming” Tyler watched his brother’s expression change. Trent didn’t want to get into how excited he was feeling about something as small as an emoji.

“mmhmm” he hummed, not picking up his gaze from the wink you sent.

“Dinner with me tonight?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed”

“Got one condition though..”

You weren’t sure what the condition could be. As much as you two had joked, you really didn’t know him at all. You couldn’t predict anything he was going to do or say. It put you on edge but you loved the thrill of standing there.

“You have to pick the place because you’re the local” Trent’s message read. You smiled, it was sweet and more wholesome than you anticipated. You couldn’t stop trying to read into everything he has said though. Was this a date for him?

“Fine, I’ll be sure to pick something good then. 8:00 pm is okay, yeah?”

“All good. Also 8:00 pm… try 20:00?”

“No no no. None of that. You’re in my city now”

“Yeah? Going to show me a good time in your city”

He sent it and started to regret it. He still questioned if you were as into him as he was into you. He didn’t want to imply he was looking just a quick fuck. He definitely wanted to have sex with you, like embarrassingly so but might actually be a little disappointed in that alone because you peaked his interest. He wanted to listen to you. He wanted to watch your eyes flicker over him. He wanted to hear your accent accentuate words.

Contrary to his beliefs, you felt like you were going to scream. Like you were a 12 year old girl with a boy band obsession. Did he want you like that? What if you read his text with the wrong inflection? You threw caution to the wind at this point and you dove into sending him a response.

“Promise xx. Will see how you are on the date”

“Date, yeah?”

“Oh.. Is it not?” you immediately responded to him. You felt so nervous. Blood rushing to your face embarrassed you had misread everything.

“Nah, it definitely is. Can’t wait to see more of you later 🤤”

His response, especially the emoji, made your mind race with dirty thoughts. You understand he probably just meant ‘seeing’ you as meeting up again but you wanted him to literally see more. You wanted to have him drooling. You wanted his lips on yours. You wanted to have him thinking about you. You just had to get through this date successfully for that to even be an option.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think.

Moving slow but we’re just getting started xx

Next part is up - Chapter 2

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Deepest Secret 🔞 Final / Jude Bellingham x reader x Trent Alexander Arnold

Synopsis: As your secret relationship with Jude grows, your feelings are brought into the mix, and you realize that Jude might have other motives than just being your deepest secret.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader x Trent A. Arnold

Genre: Enemies to lover, and Forbidden romance

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing, Mention of sexual contents

“Your kidding, right?” You asked while staring at your boyfriend’s definition of breakfast. Trent grins and cuts the piece of the strawberry pancake before shoving it into your mouth. “It’s a Friday. I wanted to make something delicious for my baby,” he shrugs and returns to frying the bacon. You playfully roll your eyes and sit on the stool. Quickly glancing at Trent’s back, you swipe to your messages to see Jude has already sent you several text.

J: Good morning beautiful 😘 hope to see u tonight?😜

J: my day is done by 8 pm. Movies at my place?

J: heard Trent’s traveling soon. Wanna stay during that time?

J: I miss you🥲

You think of what to say as the smell of delicious bacon hits your nose, and the sound of Trent whistling in the background distracts you. You and Jude had met up a couple of times after returning from Bora Bora. And every time you went over to his place, you thought of ways to break things off, but Jude was too persuasive and too touchy even to let you finish your explanation. He has mentioned several times that he was ok with being a secret and that he’ll continue to be one as long as you stay by his side. It was an awful situation, and you do feel bad because Trent was in the dark, and when he finds out, it’ll shatter him. “You’re awfully quiet,” the sound of Trent’s voice caught you off guard. You shut your phone and smile at your boyfriend. He was in nothing but pajamas pant and looked hot as fuck while making breakfast. Guilt starts to fill you up again while staring at his cheerful face. This was the man you fell in love with two years ago, and you just let it go for a guy that has been treating you like shit. Gosh, you were such an awful person.

“Do you want to come with me, baby?” He asked as he watched you eat his food. You shrugged, “work.” Trent’s smile slowly fades away and it has come to you that, you guys haven't had a decent time together since vacation. You were always out, or he was always busy with work. You don't even remember the last time the two of you has gotten intimate. Everyone around you thinks you two will be pregnant any time soon, but ever since you started hooking up with Jude, you've ignored Trent's initiative and him. "You know I would if I can," you lied and placed your hand on his for confirmation. Trent softly smiles, looks down at your hand, and then rubs the finger where future promises are made. "When the season is over, I want us to take a vacation. Just you and me," he says and kisses the finger. Anyone who isn't blind can clearly see that he is giving hints, and although it would've made you happy months ago, right now you were stunned. Trent is slowly planning his future with you while you are secretly ruining it. Not looking into his eyes, you guiltily said, "That would be a perfect babe."

Jude plays with the lighter in his hand as he stares up at the ceiling. He had just returned from a photo shoot and was wearing a black tux, the tie lying loosely around his neck. You had told him that you were coming over tonight, and he was excited until he saw a paparazzi photo of you dropping Trent off at the airport and you were kissing, the both of you looked incredible in love. What a shame that it was his best friend that you were making out with because if it was anyone else, he would've made sure his mouth was ripped off of his face.

Jude was very persistent in keeping you by his side, even if it meant lying to his long-time friend. Sometimes he becomes selfish and has foolish thoughts like exposing your secret just so everyone can turn their back on you, and you would have to seek shelter in him. But that was an irrational thought because his future would also be a blur, and the whole team would hate him. To everyone, you were the perfect innocent girlfriend of Trent Alexander Arnold, but only Jude knew who you really were, he always knew. It was exciting to make everyone believe that you two hated one another but really you were into each other. It's a fun game until Jude realizes that you weren't entirely his and that the most you ever see of him is a fuck buddy and nothing else. Clenching his fist at the thought of that, Jude pulls up his phone and makes a call.

It was already 10:00 A.M when you received a text from Lucia, an article attached to her message filled with disgusted face emojis. You pulled up the article and to your surprise, it was a photo of Jude out at the club last night with the same model he took to Bora Bora. She was wearing a skin-tight dress that you wore on the beach, the night you hooked up with Jude, even her hair was styled the same way. You clench your phone when you see the way Jude looks at her in the photo, filled with lust and excitement. You knew what he was doing, he was upset that you didn't go to his place last night after your passionate kiss with Trent, and was trying to remind you that he could get any girl. It was toxic, a total red flag, but you were beyond upset and want nothing more than to piss him off. He knew how you felt about that girl, and still, he decided to throw your insecurities right at you. Not wanting to show Jude your weakness, you decided tonight would be a perfect girl's night.

"Ugh I swear, I need like fifty shots," Lucia says as soon as you guys step into the club. You grin and lead her and the other girls to the bar. Immediately a couple of the guys notice your group and were already trying to get your attention. "How are you ladies doing tonight?" a cute guy with a Spanish accent asked. Lucia and you both backed away and let the single ladies handle him. "So why did we have to come to this club?" Lucia asked in disgust, knowing that it is the same club Jude flaunted that girl. "Because you said you wanted to piss that girl off," you shrugged. Lucia gives you a glare, knowing damn well that wasn't the reason. You chuckle and start ordering drinks for everyone. "How's Trent doing? You guys loving the married life?" She sarcastically asked. You rolled your eyes, and just smile. "He's actually husband material." Lucia nods in agreement because she has been around you and Trent long enough to know that the two of you were perfect for one another and that Trent loves you so much. Feeling yourself getting sad at that thought, you ask the bartender to hurry up so you can drown your thoughts. "If he was to ask you to marry him would you say yes?" You stare at Lucia as she waits for your response. She raises an eyebrow, expecting you to respond immediately with no hesitation. "Is everything ok?" she asked, becoming suspicious of you. Just when you were about to let her know that you have doubts, the bartender slides your drinks in place. "Have fun ladies," he winks causing Lucia to laugh. You sigh in relief and pulled all your friends to the dance floor.

"OMG!" Lucia shouted, causing you to turn to where she was pointing. Walking through the door were Marcus Rashford, Jude Bellingham, Bukayo Saka, and a couple of their friends. Everyone in the club looked star-struck as they stared and cheered at the sight. Many girls were already running up to them, whereas your group was frightened and trying to sneak your way out of sight. The guys that had joined your group were also star-struck and talking about wanting to get photos. You awkwardly dragged Lucia along with you as the other girls also tried to sneak away. But before you guys could leave through the other door, Marcus and the boys surrounded you and glared at you. Lucia sloppily waved at her fiance, and he pulled her by his side, whereas Saka tried to help the other girls that were super drunk. Jude stares down at you with his arms crossed, looking bored and annoyed simultaneously. "When you guys said girls' night, I didn't expect to be surrounded by drunk horny men!" Marcus shouted through the music. You rolled your eyes at him, and security approached you guys because the crowd was getting rowdy. "Oh, come on, you know this is what boy's night looks like too." Marcus glares at you and motions for Jude to hold on to you because you are getting a little tipsy too. You cross your arms before Jude can touch you, and he grins down at you as you give him a dirty look. “I don’t need your help,” you said. Marcus looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “You have no choice; Saka and the others are driving your friends home.” You turn to your friends, who are all about to pass out, and then you turn to Lucia, who is now lying on Marcus's shoulder, nearly sleeping. Frowning, you nod for Jude to lead the way, and all of you start walking out as cameras flashes everywhere.

Trent calls you a few minutes later after you guys squeeze out of the club's parking lot. "Yeah, the paparazzi were everywhere after the boys decided to come," you said bitterly. Jude glances at you and smirks. Rolling your eyes, you go back to paying attention to your boyfriend. "Yeah, Jude is taking me home right now," you said, although you know the street that he just turned was the opposite of where you live. Trent then continues to talk about his trip, and you continue to look ahead, thinking of the awkward situation. As you listen to your boyfriend talk, you feel a warm hand linger on your thighs. You glare at Jude, only to see him smirk as he continues to trail up your dress while looking ahead. “I missed you, baby,” Trent says with a frustrated sigh like he was stressed from work. “Me too,” you breathed out. You tried to move Jude’s hand out of the way, but he was way too quick and pulled your panty aside and immediately spread your center with his fingers. “Just a couple more days,” Trent says as he continues to talk about his plans for the two of you after he gets back into town. You breathe heavily and hums a couple of time to remind Trent that you’re still on the line. Jude smirks as he inserts his middle finger into you, causing you to lift your hips a little. Your breathing increased as Jude continued to mess with you, and the sound of wetness was pretty intense, but you muted your phone, only unmuting it to respond. Jude wasn’t the slightest phased by the way his finger worked you.

When he felt you getting tight, he would pause, and you couldn’t do anything because you also had to focus on Trent. It was like he was trying to prove a point, trying to remind you how good he could give it to you. Jude glances at your frustrated form as you try to roll your hips on his finger; he wasn’t moving his fingers because he knew you were close, and he wanted you to beg for it. “Baby, are you still there?” Trent asked, and you quickly unmuted the phone. “Yes, babe, I’m listening.” You hear Trent chuckle as he continues to speak. Jude smirks and quickly starts fingering you, and you have to cover your mouth from moaning. You glance over at him, and he looks ahead, his other hand fisting the steering wheel and his dick bulging through his jeans. You quickly mute the phone after realizing that you are close to cumming. “Jude,” you whispered, noticing his mouth twitching. “Please,” you begged. He smirks and finally twirls his middle finger causing you to moan out his name. “I love you, baby,” you heard Trent say on the phone as you make a mess in Jude’s car.

Next Morning

Fans suspect something must be going on with Jude Bellingham and Trent Alexander Arnold’s girlfriend. Although there were several other people, she left alone with him while her friends left in a separate car.

You groaned as you tried to block out the background noise. This must be another dream where you get caught hooking up with your boyfriend’s best friend.

Arnold, who is doing a shoot in LA, has been getting Instagram comments saying his best friend and girlfriend are fooling him. Although this is an accusation, fans are determined to have Arnold’s back.

Realizing that this was probably too specific to be a dream, you immediately jerk up from the pillow causing your head to explode in pain. “Fuck!” You shouted as you clenched your forehead. You weren’t dreaming because now the tv has moved on to other soccer updates. “Good morning,” a well-recognized voice says. You tilt your head back to see Jude sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand. Immediately, you pulled the cover off and were startled after realizing you were in nothing but his t-shirt. “What happened?” You asked. Jude just lifts an eyebrow and watches you stumble out of bed and sit on the edge. “You think I would do anything while you’re unconscious?” He asked in a defensive tone. You don’t respond, causing him to look disappointed and continue to drink his coffee. “It’s all over the news, you know,” he mumbles. You look at the screen to see another news anchor reporting on the scene from the nightclub.

You fist the corner of the t-shirt after the news anchor says that everyone believes you and Jude are hiding something. Jude looked unfazed, like his friendship with Trent wasn’t in line. “I need to speak with my boyfriend,” you muttered and saw the slightest frustration on Jude’s face. Ignoring him, you reach for your phone only to see tons of missed calls from Trent and numerous messages from your friends. You sighed, excusing yourself to the bathroom, and dialed Trent’s number. This isn’t how his trip is supposed to go; he shouldn’t have to deal with this. He doesn’t deserve this.

The person you’re calling is not accepting calls right now.

It’s obvious the way they’re looking at one another shows there some tension 🤨

Oh fuck no! Trent deserves so much better

Ewww what do they see in her?

Y’all remember that TikTok theory that suggested something going on between Jude and Y/N?

Going home alone with your boyfriend’s bestfriend….Ahum yeah no.

Lol Trent is now Joáo Félix #2

You scroll through the comments under the article suggesting that you’re cheating on Trent with Jude. Everyone, literally everyone, was blaming everything on you, and some even went as far as threatening you. Jude has also been on the phone all morning, talking to his mother and his manager about what to do. He was also getting heat from BVB and England fans, but he wasn't displaying any anger; he was more worried about you than anything.

"My team plans on realizing a statement that says I was just taking care of you per Trent's request," Jude says after getting off the phone. You nod and stare at the photo of Trent getting crowded at the airport. You found out that Trent isn't able to pick up your call because he is on the plane right now and is coming home. Trent knew you went to the club and got picked up by Jude, but he didn’t realize you had spent the night at Jude’s place. Your house also has security cameras, so by now, you assumed he has checked whether you made it home and is disappointed to the point where he has to come back early. You have so much explaining to do, and there isn’t much you can do besides tell the truth. Trent didn’t deserve this, and you would never be able to forgive yourself if he was to get blamed for something you did. “Hey,” Jude says and sits down next to you. “I’ll handle this,” he says as he cups your cheeks and examines your tired eyes. You look at him, and he is as exhausted as you were, slightly shaken by the event that unfolded quickly. “You..you were with another girl, and I-” you cried in your hands. “I feel so stupid. If I hadn’t let my feelings get the best of me, this would’ve never happened.” Jude pulls you into a hug immediately and pats your head. “Baby, everything will be ok,” he whispers. “I’ll handle it.”

The house was cold and quiet when you arrived. Jude reassures you that he’ll release a statement and solve any misunderstanding. When he dropped you off, you were nervous, almost scared to go into your house, but he kissed you to calm your nerves. You’re sure he wants you to fix things with Trent before he speaks to him. You should’ve known that this wasn’t going to end well. “Trent!” You called out, but no response. You walk into the kitchen, and he isn’t there, but then you hear something from the basement. Calming yourself, you walk down the basement only to see the place looking like the FBI raided it. On the giant tv screen was the news of you and Jude and theories that tiktokers made up. “Omg,” you muttered when you saw Trent on the couch that was half torn, his hands bleeding from punching the wall. “Trent!” You screamed and ran over to him and grabbed his hand. He doesn’t respond; he lets you have your way.

You gently bandaged his hands as you felt his cold glares trailing up your face. He was quiet, unresponsive, unconscious, almost like a dead soul. “What happened to you?” You asked, panicking at his bruising fist. Trent doesn’t respond; he tilts his head back on the couch and raises the volume of the tv. It was another video of someone explaining your secret relationship with Jude and how it must’ve been going on for a while. Trent stares at you as you try to think of ways to explain the situation to him. He needed the truth, and you were not ready for the consequences.

“Care to enlighten me, baby?” Trent asked. You gulped and reached for his hands, but he stopped you before you could. “Don’t fucking touch me.” His cold tone causes you to shudder, and you almost break down in front of him. You’ve never seen this side of him, and you hate it. “How long?” He asked, already knowing the truth. Without looking into his eyes, you said, “Before Bora Bora.” He closes his eyes, heart-shattering at your answer. He was in so much pain, and he wanted nothing more than to hurt you, but he wasn’t going to. He loves you so much, but what you did was beyond forgivable. And nothing was ever going to solve this.

“Did you ever think of me?” He asked, voice cracking along the way. “You let the two years go like it was fucking nothing.” Your heart breaks at the mention of that, and you slowly start tearing up. “I’m so sorry, Trent. There is nothing I can say that would justify my action.” Sighing, he stands up and looks down at your trembling form. Both of you stare at one another, looking into each other’s eyes, the last two years flashing between one another. “I loved you so much,” he sighs; closing his eyes, he places his forehead on yours. You cried as he caressed your cheeks, wiping the tears along the way. “It could’ve been anyone, Y/N. It could’ve been someone else, but it just had to be Jude. You could’ve cheated on me with my coach, my rival, or anyone, and I wouldn’t be as fucked up as I am right now. Please tell me the reason; tell me why,” he cries. You pulled him into a hug, comforting him as he breaks down on your shoulder, whispering how much he hates you, and how much he wanted to hurt you. But he couldn’t because he loves you.

The rest of the night ended with you packing your things and Trent locking himself in the guest room. He didn’t want to see you leave, but he didn’t want to be near you. You fucked up his brain, his heart, and his pride. If he could have it his way, he would have taken his revenge by fucking every one of your friends. Just to hurt you, but he was Trent. He loved you and still does, and the last thing he wanted was to stomp down that low. The two years' worth of memories were still alive in his mind, and he wanted nothing but to tear them up. You still haven’t given him answers, but one day he knew he would hear it, but right now, you guys needed to distance yourself. He feels so betrayed. So used, so tired, so hurt by your action. And the devastating thing was, he couldn’t confine in his best friend that he trusted. It was not an end to one relationship, but two, and he paid the price for two people's mistakes.

3 months later

Trent Alexander Arnold is left out of England squad. Southgate has named a 25-man squad for the Three Lions' upcoming Euro 2024 qualifying matches with Italy and Ukraine, and Trent is not in the lineup. People believe it is due to the scandal three months ago, where Trent announced his breakup with his long-term girlfriend because she was accused of cheating with his best friend, Jude Bellingham. Bellingham, still in the England squad, released a statement three months ago clarifying the misunderstanding and stating that he has a good relationship with Y/N and they’re still friends despite her break up with Arnold. Arnold did not further comment on the topic and ignored the media's questions regarding his relationship with Bellingham.

You turn off the tv and stare up at the ceiling. It has been three months since you quit your job and hid from the world. After Trent announced the breakup, you deactivated your social media and turned in your two weeks' notice. You knew the consequences were severe, and it would take years before anyone moved on. But this was all your fault, so you can’t blame anyone but yourself.

Looking at the bookshelves to your right, you sat up from the couch and decided to read a new book. Jude brought books every time he visited because he felt terrible that he couldn’t always be with you. The private secluded house he rented for you was far from the outside world, and no one knew the location. It was the perfect getaway house, but you get bored quickly.

Looking through the bookshelves, you see a gray cover book that seems slightly out of place. You pull it out and examine the cover; it is blank, with the initial J on the bottom. It doesn’t look like an ordinary book but a notebook or diary. Sighing, you were about to open it when you heard the door open, suggesting that Jude was here. You smile as he walks in with a bag full of groceries, and he is still in his practice clothes. “Hey,” he says and places the bags down on the floor. “Hi,” you mumbled and looked down at the book. Jude walks towards you and quickly grabs the book in your hand and tosses it on the couch. “How’s my baby?” He asked. You smile and look down at your stomach, which has a little bump already. He grins and slowly gets on his knees, and places his head on your belly. You smile and caress his hair, smiling at the sight below you. You knew what you did was a mistake, and it should’ve never happened, but things turned out a lot different than you expected. You didn’t think Jude would be there to pick up the pieces, but he did; he took you in and protected you from the outside world. You know you have unfinished business with Trent, and once the world sees you again, they’ll be quick to judge, but that was the price you had to pay for, but at least you have Jude and the baby growing inside of you.

Jude smiles as he watches you look through baby clothes that he purchased. He was happy, so pleased that things turned out for the best. He thought he would lose you, but instead, you agreed to let him protect you and hide you from the outside world. He picks up the notebook you were holding and goes to his office. Locking the door, he opens the notebook, and drawings and pictures of you appear on every notebook page. He grins as he sees his plans written out perfectly. One by one, he tears them and tosses them into the fireplace. You didn’t need to see any of these. You would never understand and would freak out. From the beginning, ever since he tasted you, he has become obsessed and planned everything. He planned the incident where Saka was drunk and told Trent to take him home even though Harry suggested he did. He suggested Marcus' birthday be at a private club so he could spend time with you. He suggested the team bonding at Bora Bora to see you again. He even hired a model to be his date and act slutty so you could be jealous and triggered. And he called the boys to raid Girl’s Night and also made sure paparazzi were called so you could be photographed. And he didn’t mean to go this far, but he planned all along to get you pregnant so you wouldn’t be able to leave him. Smiling, he watches as the notebook burns, hiding his deepest secret.

The End

Note: Trent deserves better, and I’m thinking of writing from his pov. Jude and Y/N got a happy ending, and it’s not fair that Trent is left suffering. But Y/N doesn’t know who Jude is, and although she did Trent wrong, I think if Trent finds out about Jude’s obsession, he will help her. But he also deserves his own happy ending.

Trent's POV Final

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