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And Congo and Soudan it's just too much to take all at once everyday i say this is the worst that can happen and they surprise the next day with how evil these people can be

It's frustrating to watch all of this and realise that i can't do anything all our lives we've been told we are a free country we have freedom of speech freedom of opinion

Turns out the only free people left on this planet are Palestinians especially in gaza the only people who are not colonised and they are trying to remove from this world for this reason

I lack words when it comes to express how I feel about everything that’s been going on lately. The climate change disaster in my country, innocent people being killed in Palestine… it hurts, it’s devastating and it’s wrong on so many levels.

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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The Sweetest Taboo part 12 - 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: 10.2 K

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

The following morning you woke up in Madrid and dragged yourself out of bed to start your day. Your groggy morning got better when you were saved from the task of making your own breakfast. You mum made breakfast for the house and you graciously thanked her before going to whip up your coffee while she finished up. 

The three of you ate breakfast then Jude and your mum left you to take Jude to training. You got ready for the day in the empty house and got to work. After some hours you decided to go on a run around the area to explore. You started out with a run but you felt you weren’t actually taking in the area and its qualities so you resorted to a walk. While on the walk you got a text from Halle, asking you how things were going so you sent her a photo of where you were and decided to give her a call. You caught up on your days thus far until the topic fell to Trent. 

“You miss him?” Halle asked you. 

“Of course, although right now he probably hates me,” you admitted. 

“How could he?” Halle questioned, knowing how close you and Trent were. 

“Well…I kind of pissed him off,” you started, “yesterday I met one of Jude’s footballer friends who suggested we go out as a group and I told Trent about it,” you continued but your explanation didn’t clarify Halle’s confusion. 

“Okay, what’s the problem?” she questioned what seemed innocent to her. 

“I may have mentioned to Trent that the guy who invited me was also checking me out,” you cringed at the recollection. 

“Y/n, no you did not!,” she gasped. 

“I didn’t,” you groaned, “I don’t know what I was thinking, well I wasn’t, I wasn’t thinking,” you shook your head at yourself. 

“What did he say?” Halle asked. 

“He said I can’t go,” you answered, “Which is a bit controlling if you ask me, honestly, I feel like he’s been trying to rope me in recently,” you skewed off from the mistake you made. 

“Well you can’t blame him for not wanting you to essentially go on a date,” Halle reasoned. 

“It wasn’t a date…it was a group thing,” you tried to defend yourself. 

“Y/n be serious,” she raised an eyebrow you couldn’t see but you could feel. 

“Okay so I fucked up,” you admitted what you knew was true. 

“Definitely,” she laughed at your mistake. 

“He still was really controlling though like he didn’t want me to go to Barcelona and then he doesn’t want me to go to this,” you frowned. 

“Yeah that part is a bit intense, he can’t be asking for boyfriend privileges when he didn’t take that step,” Halle sided with you. 

“That’s what I was thinking!”

“You tell him that?” she asked and you sighed. 

“No, I haven’t brought up the whole girlfriend thing,” you meekly admitted, “I don’t want him to feel like I’m begging for it,” you bite your lip. 

“Fair, but you also got to make your desires known,” she gently countered. 

“I know but I feel like I shared my feelings with him, he knows I want to be serious…I don’t want to force him into it,” you explained, coming to a stop on your walk and sitting on a bench. 

“Yeah, I get that but at some point if he doesn’t ask you, you might need to bring it up,” you sighed at her point, “either that or leave him,” she put forward an ultimatum. 

“I don’t want to leave him, I really like him,” you refuted that option. 

“I know you like him but you have a habit of keeping around the wrong one - if he’s not your husband y/n put him aside so he doesn’t get in the way of you meeting your husband,” she strictly stated, making you pout. 

“I want him to be my husband,” you whined. 

“Well he’s got to want to be your boyfriend first,” she bluntly reminded you and you heavily sighed. “It could turn around but don’t waste too much of your time,” she tried to soften the blow. 

“I won’t…I just have a good feeling about him, when I’m with him I just feel so different from the past,” you reminded yourself and tried to sell Halle on your dream. 

“I believe you but remember you’re the prize here y/n, don’t let this boy play you,” she stayed on your side rather than Trent’s. She didn’t have a problem with Trent but she wasn’t fully convinced he wouldn’t be yet another failed situationship. She wanted to make sure you didn’t get your head too lost in the clouds too early. 

“Yes I know…I will be careful but…I just…I really like him,” you fell prey to your heart. 

“I can tell…whatever that boy put in that dick must have altered your brain,” she laughed. You kissed your teeth at her comment but she was probably right. 

“Maybe,” you playfully rolled your eyes, “either way I could see myself with him and I think he feels the same, the time just needs to be…right I guess,” you shrugged, hoping you were right. “Hopefully it will be soon,” Halle genuinely hoped. 

“I hope so too,” you mused. 

After your hot girl walk you went home, finished up some work and lazed around until it was time to pick up Jude from training. You accompanied your mum once more and waited in the car for Jude. He came out soon after your arrival and hopped in the car with pleasant greetings. 

“Oh y/n, Tchoua and Cama planned for bowling tonight, you’re invited,” he dropped after updating you and your mother on his day. 

“Really?” you perked up and turned back to see him.

“You don’t have to come though,” he tried to deter you. 

“Jude don’t be like that,” your mum butted in to Jude trying to exclude you. 

“I don’t mind hanging out but I know the guys are going to be weird and that’s gross,” Jude complained ahead of time. 

“Or it could be totally chill,” you suggested and Jude gave you a disbelieving look. You almost gave the example of how you went to LA with them and it was fine but then you remembered what really happened in LA so you kept your mouth shut. 

“It would be nice for y/n to make some new friends,” your mum added.

“Yeah it would be nice,” you smiled and Jude rolled his eyes. 

“And it would be good for you and your sister to spend some time together,” your mother pushed for Jude to be accepting of you joining. He was not pleased and he grumbled to himself but he had to agree. He could fight with you all day but he couldn’t tell his mother no. 

“Awesome, so who else is going?” you asked Jude. He was still scowling in the back seat but he went over the list of his friends who were invited to bowling tonight. “Sounds fun,” you smiled to yourself and sat back in your seat. 

Once you did, the idea of bowling with Jude’s friends really sank in. Trent told you he didn’t want to go and you doubted he changed his mind. The minute you remembered that your mood fell flat. You wanted to go but you couldn’t exactly go without telling him but you also didn’t know if you could even talk him into being okay with you going. He was so stubborn these days that you expected he wouldn’t be okay with you going but you felt it better to ask him rather than go without telling him. 

When you got home you got a text from Trent asking if you could talk. You were nervous to talk to him given the issue of yesterday's call and what you wanted to speak to him about today but you missed him more than you were nervous to speak to him so you called. 

“Hey,” he answered the call, relaxed on his bed. 

“Hi,” you bit your lip. You both remained quiet for a bit before you spoke. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” you upfront apologised. 

“It’s okay,” he immediately replied. 

“I know you were upset though and I should have gone about it differently,” you brought the conversation back to your point. Trent thought to himself you definitely could have handled it differently but he sighed rather than verbalising that. 

“Yeah well…it wasn’t nice to hear,” he remained calm, despite being irritated once more by the thought of another guy flirting with you. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologised once more and he hummed in acceptance.

“What did you -,” he started but you also spoke , “I actually wanted to talk -,” 

“What is it?” he asked when you stopped.

“Uh…I umm, I actually wanted to talk about the bowling thing again,” you cautiously brought up. 

“What about it?” He crossed one leg over the other. 

“Well…they made plans to go out tonight and Jude invited  and I…well I want to go,” you pushed the words out and as they touched Trent’s ears his body tensed and his face fell. 

“I said no y/n,” he bluntly responded. 

“Yeah but…I feel like you’re not giving me a chance,” 

“Not giving you a chance? A chance for what, to go on a date with a guy who wants you?” he snarked in a display of his now sour mood. 

“It’s not a date, it’s a group event and Jude will be there,” you tried to change his mind. 

“But will Aurélien be there?” Trent asked the direct question. 

“Yes but so will other people,” you buried the truth in hopes to lessen the blow. 

“Y/n…,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “why are you doing this to me?” he complained. 

“I’m not doing anything to you Trent, in fact I don’t know why I’m even having this conversation, I shouldn’t have to ask your permission to go out with my brother,” you got upset with his attitude. Yes, you knew he was mad and yes you knew you were in the wrong for the night before but you didn’t like this feeling of having to seek his approval. You were your own person. 

“You know exactly why we are having this conversation because you know exactly why they invited you,” Trent snapped back. 

“Are you saying I’m like a whore? And they only want me around to ogle at me?” you got contentious with him, your bitterness getting the better of you. 

“That is not what I mean but you do know he likes you, you said so yourself,” Trent brought you back to reality. 

“So what, lots of boys like me!” you sassed and instantly annoyed Trent. His face turned to stone and deeply rolled his eyes. “You can’t cage me up Trent, you need to trust me!” you demanded with an increase in pitch. 

“And what reasons are you giving me to trust you?” he snarked in retaliation. 

“What do you mean?” you took offence. 

“If it’s not guys you’re texting, it’s guys you’re entertaining, it’s always something,” he scoffed and made you blink at his accusation. 

“First off I was not entertaining Damion,” you went on the defence but simmered your tone. 

“Don’t say his name to me,” Trent immediately cut you off and made you pause.

“Fine but I’m not entertaining anyone else, I just told you the truth - I don’t have control over how people feel about me Trent,” you remained on the defence. 

“You do have control over your response,” he pushed back. 

“And why do you think I didn’t have the right response?” 

“Because I’ve seen you do the wrong thing before,” he argued. You rolled your eyes and took a moment to take a deep breath. You didn’t want this to go this way, you didn’t want to kick up even more dust between the two of you. 

“Do you want to talk about Damion again because clearly you are still bothered,” you tried to calmly bring it up but the snarky attitude still laced your tone given your frustration. 

“I said I don’t want to hear about him,” he cut your idea off immediately.

“Okay but either we talk about it or we move on because I’m tired of this back and forth,” you gave him your present ultimatum. He sighed at your offer and leaned his head against his headboard. He took a minute to calm himself down before answering you. He didn’t want to talk about Damion, he never wanted to even think about Damion. Everything about that instantly enraged him and he wished it would just go away from his subconscious. He definitely didn’t want to talk about that with you but he also was in no way over the issue. He didn’t like the idea of you going out with someone who clearly liked you. He didn’t like the idea of it happening out of sight of him. He overall didn’t like that you didn’t seem to care to compromise on it.  

“Fine,” he flatly stated. 

“Fine what?” you asked. 

“Just fine, it’s whatever - I’m tired of this too, have fun bowling,” He coldly wished you. 

“Trent,” you said his name because it was obvious he didn’t actually wish you well nor did he want to forgive and forget. 

“I got to go, my brother just got here,” he lied. He knew Marcell was coming but he knew he wasn’t there yet. 

“Trent, wait, we should talk,” you reeled back your attitude and you sensed him moving into that detached space he went to when he was upset. Your issues were not solved, in fact they seemed worse at the moment. 

“You said you didn’t want to talk y/n,” he threw back in your face. 

“Yeah but I don’t want to be angry,” you folded, your disappointment with the result of the conversation obvious in your dispirited tone. 

“I’m not angry, I got to go though - talk to you later,” he hung up with that, leaving you in the lurch. 

You sighed heavily and crashed back on your bed. You knew he was angry, it was obvious. You were tired of the back and forth hence your ultimatum but you didn’t want it to end this way. The way you wanted it to be was for him to forgive you and for you two to move forward. You wanted to solve things. You wanted him to trust you and be wholehearted with you. Mostly, you wanted him to step up and make you his girlfriend.  You definitely did not want to be fighting every night about other people, but that is where you seemed to be stuck. 

Trent was steaming with frustration when he got off the phone with you. The mention of Damion made his blood boil and the idea that Aurelién was likely to be another Damion like figure in your life drove him crazy. He was never this jealous in previous relationships but with you, the fear of losing you to someone else was peak an it drove him to be this hyper jealous man. He couldn’t shake the worry that you were not satisfied with just him. What the two of you had was new but for him, before he even really got to know you, you were everything - the literal centre of all his desires and knowing you only made that feeling stronger.  He wanted you to feel the same about him, he wanted to know you were all in. Your words said so but your actions with Damion spoke the opposite. It felt like you were looking for another option and Trent didn’t like feeling like he was just a name on a list to you. He wanted what you two spoke about in bed. He wanted a future. He wanted to be with you and he wanted it to just be you and him - not you him and every guy who you fancied giving a chance too. 

He felt horrible and he wanted the couch to suck him in but he hardly had time to sulk alone. His brother came over less than an hour later claiming he needed some freedom from their family home. Trent usually never complained, he liked the company of family, but right now he wished he could be alone. Nevertheless, Marcell marched into Trent’s home and acted like he lived there. First, he went to the kitchen to get some snacks then took his path to Trent’s living room with the intention to watch a new series. However, on entry to the living room he noticed Trent blankly staring at the ceiling. Before he saw him, he thought Trent’s silence was due to him texting his fingers off with you so he was surprised to see him unmoved with no phone in sight. 

“How come you are not glued to your phone right now?” Marcell asked Trent, taking a seat with his bowl of crisp in his hand. “Your girl gone missing?” Marcell teased and took a seat on the couch adjacent to Trent. Trent was very private but he talked to you so often Marcell could tell you two were close. “Has she left you for a sugar daddy?” Marcell poked after getting zero response from Trent. 

“No and  can you not speak about her,” Trent rolled his eyes, still very testy about you. 

“Just like you never speak about her?,” Marcell complained. 

“I have told you about her,” Trent tried to defend himself but he really didn’t share much. 

“The bare minimum! I want details - you banned me from the house when she visited and you’re always talking to her - surely you’ve got more to say,” Marcell raised an eyebrow. He only knew Trent was seeing someone, she was Jude’s sister and that you were living in Birmingham.  He was desperate to know more. Trent looked at his eager little brother and sighed. 

“What do you want to know?” he gave in. The last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about his relationship with you but seeing the look on his brother’s face, he knew it was either talk about you or take being pestered about it for the rest of the day. 

“Anything! What is she like? I stalked her instagram and she seems really hot like I don’t know how you’re handling all of that,” Marcell partled. 

“What? What do you mean, how am I handling her?” Trent blinked at his brother’s assumption. 

“You usually go for the boring type,” Marcell cut into him. 

“I do not!” Trent refuted, sitting up from his previous laid back position. 

“You do, be honest.. but she's different,” Marcell continued on. 

“You haven’t met her,” Trent tried to defend against the theory Marcell had of you. 

“Yeah but it’s obvious she’s a hot girl; she’s pretty, she dresses nice, she looks sexy plus there are a bunch of men in her following, have you seen that? Ballers as well you know,”  Marcell carried on, triggering Trent’s mood to quickly fall back into its previous agitated state, “Not your usual type  - mum would be surprised,” Marcell sat back. Trent took a second to think before giving his rebuttal to all what Marcell had said. It took him a minute because he in fact hadn’t looked through your following to notice how many men were following you and now details of that were digging into him. He already had issues with the chance you would pick someone over him, now he had to deal with you having even more options than he originally thought? It was like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. 

“Y/n is a nice girl, she’s not some instagram model …she just happens to be really pretty and well with her being a Bellingham she gets some attention,” Trent tried to reel back Marcell’s perception of you. 

“Is it her being a Bellingham or how her ass looks in those LA pics?,” Marcell cheekily raised an eyebrow, overlooking Trent’s sour mood to tease him. 

“Can you shut up!” Trent scoffed, “Don’t look at her ass and don’t say that about her,” Trent folded his arms. 

“Sorry, I’m sure she’s nice,” Marcell smirked. 

“She is, she’s nice…,” Trent continued to defend you. Although he verbally was on your defence because he didn’t want his family to think of you negatively, his mind was now thinking of how other people were looking at your photos on instagram. If his own little brother was focused on your ass, were all the other alleged men in your following doing the same? 

Trent picked up his phone and gave into curiosity. He opened Instagram to look at the following himself. His eyebrows scrunched together as he truly noticed how many guys were following you. It wasn’t a majority and you weren’t following them back but it was surely way more than he would have expected

“If I wasn’t your brother I’d say she’s out of your league,” Marcell untimely piped in and Trent rolled his eyes. Trent put down his phone and sat back. He didn’t want to see anymore at the moment. He already was struggling to keep a brave face during his brother’s prodding. He didn’t need to add more salt in his fresh wounds. 

“This is why I don’t talk to you about her, all you think about girls is smash or pass,” Trent complained. 

“Well she’d be a smash,” Marcell smirked and Trent rolled his eyes more obviously. He loved his brother but he was definitely stuck in a horny and immature phase when it came to girls. He couldn’t be reasonable about his relationship with him. Trent shifted the conversation away from you and although reluctant, Marcell switched to discussing basketball rather than Trent’s love life. 

When Marcell left his home Trent regretfully did investigate your social media further. When he first met you at the World Cup and he started to develop a crush he didn’t focus on who followed you or who you talked to. He just would find himself looking at your photos and thinking about how beautiful you were. Now that he was invested and Marcell brought unpleasantries to his attention, he was stuck to his phone, going through your followers, following, instagram comments and even likes. There were a lot of guys who followed you, some he could recognise from football and some he didn’t know. He saw Jude’s teammate Aurélien recently following you and instantly rolled his eyes at the way you mentioned Aurélien checking you out and still wanted to go out with him. Fortunately, you didn’t follow Aurélien back but that wasn’t enough to really reassure Trent. In your comments it was mostly girls, people he presumed were your friends praising you but in your likes hoards of the very men following you and then some filled the list. Trent rolled his eyes and scoffed, having done nothing but upset himself further.  He threw his phone aside and told himself enough was enough. He was already grumpy about Aurélien's interest in you. He couldn’t handle any more stress at the moment. 

When Marcell got home, he intended to go to his room but his mother called for him to join her on the couch. Marcell shrugged and followed instruction, going to sit next to his mother after returning home. 

“How was Trent?” she asked as Marcell sat down.  

“Good, other than the fact he’s moaning about missing a girl,” Marcell kicked started a conversation his mum was intrigued about. 

“Oh, is he still seeing the girl from Birmingham?” she inquired, hoping to learn more through her youngest son. 

“Yeah he is - her name is y/n, she’s Jude’s sister,” Marcell sat back on the couch with his mum. 

“That doesn’t ring a bell,” she knew Jude but she couldn’t remember ever seeing his sister. Trent had been private about you to his mother as well, he only mentioned he was seeing someone and that you were from Birmingham. Dianne didn’t push Trent much for information but she was definitely desirous to know more. 

“I’ll show you photos,” Marcell pulled out his phone and opened up your instagram page. “She’s pretty, definitely popular,” Marcell narrated as his mum opened one of your photos in which you were posed against the glass balcony of your villa in LA in your pink bikini. 

“This is her?” she asked, scrolling across to a photo in which you were posed from behind, looking out to the hills with your ass on display in the cheeky bikini bottom. It wasn’t purposefully immodest but the curves of your body were definitely obvious in only your bikini. 

“Yeah, I haven’t met her but Trent is obsessed,” Marcell revealed and Dianne scrunched her eyebrows in concern. 

“Obsessed?” she asked, not liking the idea of obsession. She didn’t realise the relationship was that serious.  

“Yeah, he’s always talking to her, when she visited he banned me from coming over, I haven’t seen him like that like ever,” he continued to raise concern in his mother. “I was joking with him that she’s different from other girls he’s liked because she’s so popular and seems more outgoing but he said she’s not like that - me? I don’t know if I believe that,” Marcell wove a web of doubt in his mother. Dianne was already concerned about Trent being too invested in a girl she didn’t know too early but now she also didn’t like the image Marcell was painting of the girl in question either. 

“You think she’s trouble?” she asked, not very impressed with the shift from the type of girl Trent usually went for. She always wanted Trent to be careful and usually he went for the type of girl who was cookie cutter, the type a mother didn’t have to worry about. You didn’t quite seem to fit that bill at the moment and Dianne didn’t like that. 

“I don’t know if trouble but if she’s similar to Jude she’s probably way more outgoing than Trent,” Marcell answered as his mother scrolled to another photo of you, posing looking over your shoulder in a long but body hugging dress that swooped down your bare back. 

“She surely likes to show skin,” Dianne swiped again to see a photo of you with a group of your friends on obviously a night out, “and go out,” she concluded with a critical eye. She already had a bad take on you and what she was seeing was only adding to that. 

“Yeah well I don’t know her but I know Jude likes a good time so maybe they are similar,” Marcell naively added, missing the scrutiny in his mother’s tone.   

“Hmm,” Dianne frowned, “Jude Bellingham right?” she asked and Marcell nodded, “He’s the one who’s mum has all those piercings and tattoos?” Dianne judged. It didn’t bother her when she met Jude’s mother but now she was thinking about Jude’s family in a different light. 

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool,” Marcell answered, again missing the underlying scrutiny. 

“Hmm,” Dianne quietly judged. She could see you were poised and pretty but between Marcell’s analysis and your photos displaying what she interpreted as a gregarious and seductive personality she was not particularly happy with Trent’s choice. She was used to Trent bringing home girls who were less fussy and more homely - the type it was easy to feel like they were a safe choice. You were not presently feeling like a safe choice in his mother’s eyes. 

You remained in your room, grumpy for a couple hours after your call with Trent. You texted him after but he didn’t respond. The loneliness you presently felt amplified your sunken mood. Regardless, of what Trent wanted now you weren’t in the mood to go out, you were only in the mood to wallow and wallow you did. You were deep into your sulking, with your face down on the bed when Jude barged into your room after some loud knocks. You didn’t know how much time passed but you didn’t care. You couldn’t move if you tried.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked, seeing you in your pyjamas laid face down on the bed. 

“I’m not going,” you grumbled into your sheets. 

“Why not? I thought you wanted to go?” Jude sat on the edge of your bed and poked your side. 

“Trent hates me,” you groaned and rolled over on your back. 

“What?” Jude’s face displayed his confusion.

“He hates me,” you complained again. 

“What are you on about, he doesn’t hate you,” Jude dismissed your dramatics because he was unsure what they even had to do with your plans to go bowling.  

“I asked Trent to go bowling and he got mad at me and he doesn’t want me to go,” you pouted, remaining flat on the bed. 

“Why do you have to ask him?” Jude remained perplexed, but now for an additional reason. He didn’t know what Trent hating you had to do with bowling but he also didn’t know why you would need to ask Trent to go bowling. 

“Because…he doesn’t trust me,” your face twisted in dismay. You confused him further but from your tone, it sounded like whatever was going on was layered and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know that much about your relationship with one of his best friends right now. It seemed like you had a lot going on so he decided the best he could do was offer a distraction. 

“Well, you should come - I already told everyone you were coming and mum is insistent you should come,” he encouraged you, pushing for you to choose the path of distraction from whatever your problems were. 

“I don’t know,” you crossed your arms over your chest and pouted in despair. 

“Y/n, you’re coming to bowling - get up let’s go,” he insisted and lightly shoved you. 

“I don’t want to move,” you complained and resisted. 

“Get up, get dressed,” Jude demanded with another shove. 

“I just want to rot right here Jude,” you whined. 

“I don’t care, you’re coming with me,” he stood up and started to shove you, roughly enough that you almost rolled off the other side of the bed. 

“Okay okay,” you caught yourself and stumbled to your feet on the opposite side of the bed from him, “fine I’ll come,” you agreed. 

“Good, you got 15 minutes, hurry up,” he clapped his hands and left the room with that for you to get ready. You dragged your laden body to the bathroom to see your sunken appearance reflected back at you in the mirror. You agreed to go with him but Jude was going to have to wait more than 15 minutes if he wanted you to gather yourself enough to leave the house. 

It took you about 30 minutes to look decent after spending hours in a bad mood so when you left your room you were met with a very impatient Jude. 

“Finally!” he got up from the couch, “Can you drive?” he asked and you rolled your eyes. 

“It’s ridiculous neither you or Jobe can drive by the way,” you complained. 

“Why drive when we have you,” he walked past your scowling face to the door to put on his shoes, “come on we are late,” he hurried you. You shook your head at him and left him quickly to tell your mum you both were leaving before coming back to leave the house with him. 

He rode shotgun and helped you with the navigation as you were not familiar with Madrid even with the assistance of google maps. It took you longer than expected between you driving slower than you did in Birmingham and Jude complaining about how slow you were going but you both made it in one piece. When you got out of the parked car you did hesitate to move forward. The memory of Trent’s utter vexation toward you on the phone earlier came back to mind and it made you frown. Jude was already jogging up the steps of the bowling alley but you hadn’t moved from beside the car. Jude noticed you weren’t behind him and looked back to see you stuck in your spot. He sighed and jogged back down the steps to meet you. 

“Relax, let’s just have some fun - you can worry about whatever it is tomorrow,” Jude pulled you by the forearm to follow him. He wasn’t completely sure what was wrong with you and Trent but he didn’t like to see you so upset. You gave in to Jude’s tug and followed him into the venue. You weren’t smiling but you silently agreed to try to forget about your problems with Trent for now. 

When you got inside, it seemed like everyone who was supposed to be there was there. It was a medium sized group, some footballers, some women who you presumed were with them. It was obvious the place was rented out only for them. 

“Finally! I thought you weren’t going to come,” Aurélien, someone’s who’s both face and name you knew stepped over to you and Jude. He greeted Jude first, giving him a light hug and then looked to you, “I’m glad you’re here,” he smiled at you. 

“Thanks for inviting me,” you kept it polite and fortunately he didn’t reach to hug you. 

“Of course,” his smile stayed plastered, “which lane do you want, anyone you like you can have,” he gestured to the lanes ahead of you. 

“Uh…,” 

“Y/n and I will team up so whichever is free,” Jude jumped in and saved you. You nodded and agreed to that plan. You were usually much better in conversation but you weren’t feeling like yourself just yet and the day’s early conversation with Trent was plaguing your mind. Aurélien agreed to Jude’s plan and stepped away, allowing for you and Jude to follow. 

Jude introduced you to all of his teammates who were there and you all divided into little teams to play. You and Jude were in fact on the same team and you were grateful for the familiar support when you were feeling this low. As the night went on and you and Jude started to do well your mood lightened. You weren’t as competitive as Jude but you did like to win and it was fun to. The laughter of people around and the hype of your little brother with each good shot from either of you put a smile back on your face. 

After the first game you stepped away from the group to look at the menu and potentially order a drink. 

“Hey,” a deep voice you identified as Aurélien when you looked up spoke to you. 

“Hey,” you smiled at him and put the menu down on the table in front of you. 

“I didn’t know you were such a pro at bowling,” he gestured to the scoreboard, under which Jude and his friend Eduardo Camavinga were arguing about the game. 

“I’m okay, I got lucky for some of it,” you admitted, “you were really good too,” you shared the compliment. 

“Thanks…I was trying but mostly to impress you,” he confidently admitted and made you giggle. “Wanted to show you I’m a good athlete,” he acted out the stance of rolling the bowling ball down the lane, making you fully laugh. 

“You’re a professional footballer, why would you need bowling to prove to me you’re a good athlete,” you said with laughter. 

“I’m sure you’re used to footballers, I wanted to be different,” he quickly answered, hoping for a sign he had impressed you but your smile fell at that comment. You were used to footballers. You had one in Liverpool that you were currently pinning and crying over. “You okay?” Aurélien asked on noticing the fall in your previously cheerful expression. 

“Uh yeah, but yeah you were great out there, you could be pro,” you complimented him and slapped back on your smile to steer the conversation away from your inner thoughts. The last thing you wanted to do right now was tell strangers about your woes with Trent. Your compliment seemed to satisfy Aurélien because he smiled and started to tell you about the technique he used in bowling. You happily listened but you were cautious not to become too engaged. You kept your hands to yourself and you kept your giggles to a friendly amount. Trent’s early chastising about his lack of trust in you definitely struck a nerve and made you hyper conscious of yourself. 

“So how long are you going to be in Madrid?” he asked, looking you over. 

“Just the week,”  

“Okay…do you like Spanish food?” he tried to segway the conversation. 

“Uh…I’m not sure,” you weakly deflected and crossed one leg over the other. 

“I know a place that’s really good, maybe I can take you there,” he went for the kill and you internally sighed. 

“Aurélien,” you stood up straight, “you seem sweet but we can only be friends,” you tried to be nice. 

“We are friends,” he tried to reel back his obvious push to be more than friendly. 

“Yeah but…we can’t go out together,” you specified, hoping he’d take it on the chin and let you go. 

“Is it about Jude because I think he’d be okay with it,”  Aurélien, unfortunately, hoped to change your mind. 

“It’s not, I…I’m seeing someone,” you finally brought up now that you felt you didn’t have a choice. Aurélien’s face shifted from surprise to confusion to question at your answer. 

“You have a boyfriend?” he asked up front. 

“I…I’m seeing someone…back home,” you skipped over the boyfriend question, “you seem really sweet but we can only be friends,” you tried to let him down easily and move away from the boyfriend questioning. 

“Oh…uh,” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “Well he’s a lucky guy,” he mentioned and you tried to keep your face neutral. 

“Yeah…so am I,” your flat tone directly contrasting against your words. Aurélien tilted his head inquisitively at your sullen demeanour, reading into your tone more than your words. 

“Doesn’t seem like you feel very lucky,” he pointed out, ignoring your silent hopes to move away from this topic.

“Uh, no I-I do,” you stumbled over an answer to the unexpected prodding. 

“Hmm, well,” he stepped closer to you, making you lift your head to keep your eyes on his face. “When you actually want to feel good,” his eyes captured yours, “call me,” he smirked and quickened your heart rate with his close proximity. 

“Uh yeah,” you stepped back, “I…,” you didn’t know how to speak. 

“We should get back,” he gestured to the lanes where everyone was standing, setting up a new game. 

“Yeah, let’s…yeah,” you stuttered and stepped away from him, going toward where your brother was chatting to Brahim. 

“You okay?” Jude asked you, when you stepped next to him.

“Yeah I’m good, ready to play?” you hid your jitters and shifted his attention to the game. It worked because Jude started to talk about what strategy the two of you needed to win this round. The rest of the night you stuck with Jude.  Aurélien was a nice guy but you couldn’t risk talking to him with the way he looked at you. You didn't like how upset Trent was with you, you didn’t like the way he spoke to you today but in your heart you knew entertaining  Aurélien was disrespectful to Trent. 

At the end of the day, despite all the disagreement, Trent was who you wanted. 

When you got home from bowling you texted Trent that you were sorry but he didn’t respond. You hoped he was asleep and not just ignoring you but you couldn’t help but feel ignored. You dragged yourself through your night routine and climbed into bed with a heavy heart. You tried to settle in and shut your eyes but instead of escaping to sleep your mind kept landing on Trent. The venom in his tone early replayed over and over in your head. His cold dismal at the end retroactively wrung your heart. Your eyes filled with tears as you imagined what he must have looked like when he spoke to you with such irritation and disappointment. The picture you painted cracked open the dam of tears you’d been holding back since your call ended. You tried to quiet your sobs, gripping on to your pillow in hopes your mother and Jude wouldn’t hear but you couldn't help but cry. You didn’t know when the tears stopped, or if they even did. You just fell into sleep with weeping eyes and a squeezing heart. 

The following morning, you were awoken by gentle knocks on your door. 

“Y/n?” your mother poking her head into your dark room. You hummed in response, too tired to speak. She came into your room and came over to your tucked in body. 

“It’s after 10 y/n, are you okay,” she sat perpendicular to your body and put a hand on your face. You nodded that you were but you didn’t feel okay. You had no idea you slept that long but even with that knowledge you didn’t want to get up. Denise studied your puffy face and saw past your assurance. It was obvious you weren’t okay but she decided not to push. 

“Do you want breakfast,” she moved her hand from your face to rub your blanket covered shoulder. You took a slow breath in and nodded. 

“Yeah,” you turned on your back, “I’m up,” you rubbed your swollen eyes. 

“Take your time,” Denise stood up, “I’ll make you breakfast,” she left your room and closed the door with that. You took another breath, heavily exhaled then tossed the blanket off of your body. You swung your legs off the bed and grabbed your phone off the nightstand. You opened it and sighed in relief at the first notification on the screen. 

Trent: I’m sorry too 

He didn’t say much but it was better than him ignoring you. After your last conversation you felt it might go the way of him ignoring you. You texted him, wishing him a good day and then forced yourself fully out of bed to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror shocked by the girl looking back at you. The effects of a night of tears was sadly prominent on your features in the mirror's reflection. You sighed and washed your face, hoping to also wash away the misery, before going to join your mum for breakfast. 

“Morning,” you gave your mother a half smile, walking into the kitchen.

“Morning,” she watched, gauging you. You moved sluggishly, slowly taking your seat at the island opposite your mother who was cooking without further conversation. 

“How was last night?” Denise prodded, trying to get to the bottom of your mood without directly asking. She knew you well enough to know you didn’t like to open up so she didn’t press too hard incase you snapped shut. 

“It was fun, Jude and I won a round actually,” you reported, keeping your eyes on your nails that you were fiddling with. 

“And how’s work?” she chose a different route while flipping your pancake in the pan. 

“Good, going well,” you briefly answered, keeping your eyes on your nails. Denise's eyes narrowed at your opposing body language. She put your second pancake on your plate and turned off the stove while watching you remain glum. 

“Are you okay?” she asked generally, putting the plate in front of you. 

“Huh?” you flickered your eyes up to her. 

“Are you okay y/n, you look…sad,” she gave in and openly approached you. 

“Oh…no I’m okay, just tired,” you pulled the plate toward you, “thanks mum,” you picked up your fork. Denise sighed as you deflected. 

“Well, if you need anything you let me know okay,” she offered. 

“Thanks…I’m good though,” you put on a brave face. You appreciated her but you didn’t feel like you could share. What was really bothering you was Trent and the last thing you wanted right now was for your family to disapprove of him. You wouldn’t be able to walk it back if they started to see him in a bad light. Your mother was a steadfast woman and if she became of the mind that Trent was a problem, she wouldn’t change her mind on it. 

Later in the day, your mum got busy with a meeting she was handling for Jude so you offered to pick him up from training. You did it for Jobe all the time and it was a little bonding time you enjoyed with your brothers. It was a bit easier to navigate with the aid of google because you’d been daily with your mother but you still kept your music on low to truly pay attention to the Spanish signage. 

“Hey!” Jude greeted you, jumping into the passenger seat, “oh it’s good to be upfront again,” he threw his bag into the back. “Where’s mum though?” he asked. 

“She was busy so she sent me,” you told him as he connected his phone to the carplay. “Hey! I was listening to that,” you complained. 

“Co-pilot gets to DJ you know that,” he selected his playlist as you rolled your eyes. 

“Whatever,” you complained, “how was training?” you asked. 

“Good, the boys told me to tell you hi by the way,” he turned up the volume on his current favourite song. 

“That’s nice of them, it was a fun night,” 

“Yeah I’d go again, bowling is fun and it was hilarious to see how crap Cama was-,” Jude started to talk about the night but he was interrupted by your ringing your phone. “Your phone,” he picked it up from the cup holder, “It’s Trent,” he dramatically rolled his eyes, paused his music and answered it for you. He put it on speaker  before you could say anything about the incoming call. 

“Y/n,” Trent gruffly called your name as you answered. 

“Trent, hey,” you spoke into the phone that Jude was holding up for you while he scrolled his paused playlist. 

“Why did you go bowling!? In fact HOW could you do that after we spoke,” Trent came in hot and heavy, taking you back. 

“What? How do you-,”

“I saw a video of you on instagram, not only at that bowling alley but also talking to that man,” he laid out his evidence making both yours and Jude’s face fall. Jude knew what he was speaking about because he callously reposted Cama’s video of the night in which captured you speaking to  Aurélien. You didn’t know about the video but you did know you spoke to Aurélien at the bowling alley so it was very possible for Trent to have seen just that. 

“Trent…it’s not that serious, yes I went bowling but I didn’t do anything,” you tried to reign things in especially while your brother was listening. 

“How can it not be that serious when this is exactly what we spoke about? Did you listen to me at all?” he pressed you, totally exacerbated. He saw the video as soon as he got into his car after training and he immediately called. He didn’t give himself any time to be rational.  

“Trent I-,” you struggled. 

“I told her to come,” Jude took your phone and took over the conversation. 

“Jude,” Jude took Trent by surprise. 

“I brought her with me because I wanted her there, we’re driving right now - she’ll call you later,” Jude bluntly spoke to Trent 

“Let me just talk to her,” Trent tried but Jude refused to allow that. 

“Later bro,” Jude hung up the phone without further explanation. 

“Jude…you shouldn’t have,” 

“What is actually going on with you two?” Jude questioned. When you two were in LA, it made Jude sick how all over each other you two were and now all he saw was you upset and the two of you arguing. 

“It’s between him and me,” you kept your situation closeted. 

“Well it sounds like he’s dicking about and at this point I will just beat his ass so either that or you tell me,” Jude strictly put forward the options. 

“Jude please,” you frowned. You didn’t want things to go that way. 

“Nah y/n, tell me cause I don’t like what I’m currently seeing,” he pushed you to open up. You sighed and weighed your options. You knew Jude was hot headed and he was seemingly heading down a route to make things between you and Trent a bigger issue than just what mess was happening between the two of you. 

“Fine I’ll tell you,” you conceded in hopes it would keep the peace. 

“Go ahead,” Jude pushed you to continue, the car now radio silent waiting for your story. 

“Trent…well obviously he didn’t want me to go bowling,” you started.

“Why not?” Jude prodded. 

“Well…he knew that  Aurélien liked me and he didn’t want me to go because of that,” you added. 

“What? Did he think you were going to hook up with Tchoua at bowling?” Jude asked because it seemed prosperous. Yes, Jude did know  Aurélien liked you but he didn’t think you’d hook up at bowling of all places - if he thought that he would have truly vetoed the event himself. 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “He gets a bit…annoyed when I’m around guys,” you continued. 

“Why?” Jude asked. It confused him because to his knowledge you seemed so ridiculously loved up on Trent he couldn’t see why Trent would be jealous. 

“Well…honestly, I think it’s because of Damion,” you confessed. 

“Finance guy?” Jude asked. 

“Yeah…when I was with Trent that week Damion called and well Trent spoke to him and I don’t know what happened but Trent’s been pretty testy ever since,” you briefly explained.

“Damion called you when you were with Trent?” Jude sought clarification. 

“Yeah…he did,” you meekly answered. 

“Hmm…,” Jude mulled that over. 

“And now it seems like Trent just doesn’t trust me,” you sadly concluded. 

“Were you seeing Damion too?” Jude questioned. 

“No but…I didn’t exactly tell Damion I was seeing Trent,” you confessed. 

“Oh…,” Jude began to realise why Trent was probably so jealous. 

“Yeah, it’s just been strange, sometimes it’s really good but then sometimes we argue about stuff like this,” you frowned. “I never been with someone who carried so much about what I was doing when they weren’t there,” you shrugged, “I don’t know if it's controlling or if I’m wrong or what to think,” you continued, “I’m just confused and I just want it to work because despite all of that I really just want to be happy with him,” you let your confuffled feelings out. 

“Maybe I should talk to him,” Jude offered after listening to you. 

“I don’t think so,” you shut down that idea. 

“I think I should,” Jude insisted. At first he thought after he heard you out he’d just go to encourage you to leave Trent but it seemed your issues were not one sided from Trent’s end and more importantly - you didn’t seem to want to let go. He would have chosen you two apart if he had his wishes but he could see you’d be happier if it worked out. You tried to fight him about speaking to Trent but he didn’t give up on his plan. Fortunately, he didn’t call Trent right away but by the time you got home you didn’t know if it was a worse idea to leave Jude alone to speak to Trent rather than in front of you. 

Trent didn’t think before he called you. He got into his car after training and took a few minutes to scroll through his instagram before driving home. Jude’s profile popped up first on the row of unopened instagram stories so naturally Trent clicked to play. He was met with the usual training photos but this time they were interrupted with a reposted video of some of the real madrid boys at obviously a bowling alley. Trent watched, seeing Jude, Vini and the lot but just before the reposted video cut off it showed you standing speaking to Aurelién. Trent’s attention peaked on seeking you and he quickly clicked the original post to watch it more closely. There he saw you, off to one side, away from the group, listening to Aurelién speak to you with a smile on your face. Fury caught ablaze inside of him at the sight. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. After all what he said, after he explicitly told you he didn’t want you to go because he didn’t want you around Aurelién, there you were not only at bowling but speaking to the very man. 

He moved from instagram to his call log to calling you within seconds. He took no time to cool down hence he was snappy as soon as the call was picked up. His emotions were moving faster than his brain but when he heard Jude on the line rather than you and was promptly hung up on, he was hit with a reality check. He took a deep breath in and out to calm down and told himself he would approach you when he had truly settled down. 

When he got home, he texted you asking if you were okay but you didn’t reply. He checked the message every few minutes, waiting to see if you said anything but you didn’t. He now definitely regretted his earlier outburst. After a few more unsuccessful checks, he chose to distract himself with his video games. However, his heart clicked straight back to hope when he heard his phone ring on the way to his game room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t you calling, it was your brother. 

“Hey,” Trent answered the phone. 

“Hey, can you talk?” Jude asked because he had a lot to say. 

“Uh yeah,” Trent answered and diverted from his route to the game room to sit on the couch. 

“I’ll just get to the point, we need to talk about you and y/n,” Jude firmly set the course for the discussion. Trent sighed, knowing this would not be an easy conversation. “I don’t like what’s going on and I definitely don’t like seeing my sister so upset,” Jude continued. 

“We just are going through something right now,” Trent tried to soften the situation. 

“Okay, but you two clearly can not solve it so that’s why I’m here,” Jude persisted, “What is happening?” he asked Trent to hear his side. 

“Well…first off, I really like y/n, as in I can’t really put into words how much I like her,” Trent prefaced, not wanting that to get lost in the discourse. 

“Okay so why are you two at each other's throats?” Jude pressed on with the issue at hand. 

“We aren’t…,” Trent sighed at his deflection, “okay maybe we are,” he admitted, “we just aren’t on the same page right now,” he hoped he wouldn’t have to go into detail. 

“And what page is that?” Jude continued to push. Trent sighed at the question and took a deep breath before continuing. 

“I want to be exclusive, which for me, means we aren’t entertaining other people but she seems to think otherwise,” Trent tentatively explained. He didn’t want to come across as if he was berating you. 

“Hmm,” Jude humed, leaving a gap in the conversation that Trent filled. 

“Sometimes I just feel like she isn’t thinking about me, she plans trips and she doesn’t tell me anything, she lets guys flirt with her and doesn’t think I wouldn’t be okay with that…it’s like I don’t exist to her when I’m not physically with her,” he started to ramble and let out his feelings in the absence of a verbal response from Jude. 

“You know you can’t control her though, she’s a grown woman,” Jude stood in your defence. 

“I don’t want to control her, I just want her to want to involve me and only want to be with me,” Trent countered and reiterated his point. “I just don’t understand how we can go from how good it is when we are together to her wanting to talk to other guys,” Trent frowned. 

“I do think she only wants to be with you though,” Jude spoke for you, “she likes you a lot,” he spoke from observation. Jude didn’t need to hear you say that, it was easy to see how infatuated with Trent you were. It was what made him and Jobe so sick about it in the first place. 

“She hasn’t been showing me that,” Trent carped, not feeling the same way Jude did.  

“But have you shown her you only want to be with her?” Jude flipped the script on Trent, having remembered what you told him about the status of your relationship. 

“What do you mean? Of course, I’m only with her, I haven’t given her a reason to doubt that,” Trent swiftly defended himself. 

“Yes but you’ve been dating her for months and still treating her like a fling,” Jude argued. 

“No I’m not, I tell her all the time how I feel about her,” Trent wholeheartedly disagreed with Jude. 

“So why haven’t you asked her to be your girlfriend?” Jude cut to the chase. He believed Trent that he cared about you, he understood that Trent wanted you to treat him like what Jude would consider how you should treat your boyfriend but what he couldn’t understand is why Trent would want all of that and not ask you to be his girlfriend. Jude wanted to be fair but he couldn’t agree with you having to play wife to Trent when he hadn’t stepped up and put action to his claims. 

“Uh-,” Trent was stunned by the direct question. 

“Why haven’t you? You’re saying you want her to basically treat you like her boyfriend but you are treating her like a sneaky link - you can’t have both,” Jude became more argumentative. 

“I don’t treat her like a sneaky link,” Trent denied. 

“You’re talking to her all the time, you brought her to your house but you didn’t tell your family or friends about her and you haven’t made it official ; that’s a sneaky link Trent,” Jude remained on his point. 

“I, uh-,” Trent opened his mouth to defend himself but he swiftly realised he didn’t have a case. 

“She’s not some puppy who’s going to just do as you say Trent, if you want her you have to do right by her,” Jude continued in your support. He was tempted to tell Trent to just let you go since he wasn’t going to be serious but he had to be careful with his approach. He knew you wanted to be with Trent, so although he couldn’t help but be strict, he still was trying to encourage Trent toward reconciliation. 

“It’s not that I don’t want her to be my girlfriend,” Trent sighed, “I did plan to ask her before,” he revealed.  

“So what stopped you?” Jude asked. 

“The Damion thing…when I found out she was still letting him have access to her and the way he spoke to me about her, as if he still had a chance - I just couldn’t get over that,” Trent confessed, “I did talk about it with her but it hurt and I have just had a lot of difficulty trusting she wouldn’t do that again,” he continued. Jude nodded, taking a second to hear Trent’s side out before continuing.

“I’ll admit, that wasn’t the best move on her part but she really regrets it, I have never seen her as hurt as she is about you two fighting,” Jude relayed. 

“It hurts me a lot too,” Trent sighed, “I don’t want to upset her, I want to make her happy,” he said with a heavy heart at the knowledge he was making you sad. 

“I think you two need to talk about this and actually talk about it - not just bicker because it feels like you both want to same thing but you’re both going about it wrong,” Jude laid out his solution, “if you don’t you’re going to ruin this - I guarantee that,” he added. 

“I don’t want to lose her,” Trent said from fear of it not working out. 

“Well do better by her and be honest with her because Trent, as much as you’re my best friend and as much as I know she really likes you I will be the first one to drag her away if you keep hurting her like this,” Jude warned. Trent rubbed his hand over his face as Jude’s warning sunk in with him. “I won’t say any more on it but I suggest you take my advice,” Jude added in Trent’s silence. 

“Yeah…I’ll talk to her,” Trent agreed. They said their goodbyes and Jude ended the call after that but Trent was stuck on the same topic. He’d made a habit of burying the difficult issues between the two of you, in hopes that would make life easier but it hadn’t. Unfortunately, it seemed to have done the opposite because now he found himself so focused on the negative that he didn’t consider he could be losing you in the process.  He knew he couldn’t erase the past and he didn’t know just yet how to approach you but he did know he didn’t want to have a future without you. 

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The Sweetest Taboo part 11 - 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: 9.6 K

Note: Hi! I'm back with a new chapter! This story is quite long now having surpassed 10 parts so I really appreciate your continued interest and support. I hope you enjoy this new addition to this story. 💗

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

A deep frown marked your face as you watched Trent close your truck after loading it up with your luggage. He patted the back of the car after closing it shut and made his way over to your slumped frame. 

“Aww,” he commented on your obviously saddened demeanour and put both his hands on your arms, “You’re making me sad frowning like that,” he gently squeezed your arms but your frown stayed put. 

“I don’t want to go home,” you told the truth. 

“I don’t want you to either,” he stepped closer, “but we’ll be together again soon,” he kissed your nose, “I’m not letting you go,” he promised looking into your eyes. 

“Promise?” you asked

“Promise,” he pecked your lips and lightened your frown. 

“I’ll call you every night,” he continued to promise. 

“You won’t get annoyed?” 

“You’ll be sick of me calling before I could ever get annoyed with you,” he made you laugh. 

“I wouldn’t get sick of you,” you put your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, holding on to him. He hugged you to him and stroked your back with one hand in a period of comfortable silence. 

“I’m going to miss you a lot,” he sighed, keeping you close. 

“I’m going to miss you too,” you kept your head on his shoulder, not wanting to let go just yet. He kept you close for a while longer, the two of you just stood there beside your car tightly embraced. 

Eventually you pulled away from him with a heavy sigh. He held both your hands in his as you pulled away, keeping physical contact with you. 

“Call me when you get home,” he requested and you nodded, “or you can call me on the way there - once I’m not training I’ll answer,” he made you smile, “but definitely call me when you get home,” he reiterated and you nodded. 

“I will,” you promised. He watched you for a moment, his eyes scanning you so he could memorise every curve, line and spot of your face one more time before you left him. 

He took a breath and finally let go of your hands and you opened your car door. You were about to get in but he pulled you back. He pulled you into a kiss before you could question him. You immediately kissed him back, sinking into his touch and feeling that spark that only seemed to get stronger. 

When you eventually pulled away you were breathless and even less motivated to leave Liverpool. You didn’t want to go back to being long distance. 

“It’ll be fine,” he reassured your unsaid words, “it’s you for me,” he held your chin and pecked your lips. You immediately smiled but it slipped when you thought about the fact he hadn’t made it official. Your heart believed him and your tummy felt the butterflies from his words but your brain was niggling on the fine print. You never asked him about it after last night but it still bothered you. 

“You mean that?” you asked instead of asking him why he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. 

“Of course, you make me feel so lucky,” he stroked his thumb across your chin, catching your bottom lip. You sighed looked at him look at you and in the end your tummy flutters won over the niggle in your brain. You held his wrist and pulled yourself to him to kiss him once more. 

It was another 15 minutes before you finally got into the car and another 10 before you finally said enough goodbyes to drive out. Your heart felt heavy when you left but a good heavy. Despite things not ending on the high you expected, you were happy you came to see him. You tried not to wallow and overthink about the disappointment too much. You had a tendency to overthink your relationships and either cut things off or let things run too long with the expectation it would change. It was easy to overthink for you but you were trying not to hurt yourself. He made you happy, you deserved to be happy and you were. That’s what mattered at the moment. 

When you got home you texted Trent before you got out of the car and he quickly replied that he was glad you were home safe and to call him as soon as you’d settled in. You wanted to but you didn’t have time to call right away because your dad was stepping out of the house before you could close your car door. 

“You’re back!” your dad cheered and jogged down the front steps to you. He made a quick stride over and pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m glad you’re home,” he squeezed you before letting go. “How was the trip?” he asked as he moved over to your truck and opened it up. 

“It was fun,” you kept it simple. 

“The drive back wasn’t too bad was it?” he asked, pulling your suitcase out of the car. 

“No it was smooth,” you reported as he picked up your other bag. He started to walk your stuff inside, leaving you with only your handbag to carry. You locked the car and followed him into the house. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, resting down your luggage. 

“Yeah, it was really lovely - Liverpool is pretty and I had a good time with my friends,” you generalised. The only friend you saw was Trent but you didn’t want to get into it too much with your dad. 

“That’s great, you look really happy so I’m sure it was fun,” he pinched your cheek like you were little and picked up your bags once more to take them to your room. You smiled at his naivety but appreciated his interest in your happiness. He was always supportive of you and wanted you to have enjoyment. You needed that.

That night Trent called you and you stayed on the phone with him for hours. Some of it you spoke, some of it you just kept on the line while you each did other things, some of it you reminisced about being in bed together, some of it just looked at each other through the camera  while fighting off sleep. You hadn’t felt this love struck in a long time. You always liked to have a crush, you liked the feelings of being desired and desiring someone but with Trent it was definitely more. The butterflies were different and that both made you excited and anxious. 

In the first week back home Jobe asked you to take him to training every single day that he had to go and although you weren’t always in the mood, you agreed. It was a way of spending a bit of time together. 

“So…how’s Trent,” Jobe brought up on your drive back home from the training ground a week after you’d been back home. Shockingly, he didn’t ask much about your trip to Liverpool when you came home. You thought he’d flash the interrogation light in your face when you arrived in Birmingham but he kept it to a simple ‘glad you’re back’ and the conversions otherwise excluded your trip until this point. 

“He’s good, I spoke to him this morning actually,” you spoke with measured enthusiasm. You always felt a spark of excitement when you talked about Trent or thought about him. Halle brought it to your attention that you were very much sprung after you spent a considerable amount of your last meet up finding ways to bring Trent up but you had to bite your tongue about him around your family. Especially around Jobe. 

“Hmm…,” Jobe mulled over your answer for a moment before speaking, “So you and he are a serious thing then,” he spoke with disappointment. 

“Yeah I mean…yeah,” you nodded. You almost brought up that you and Trent were still just dating but you didn’t want to damage the possibility that Jobe was accepting of you and Trent being real. 

“Are you going to like…move to Liverpool?” he hesitantly asked, “Now that you two are serious do you think you’re going to move there?” he asked again, getting the idea that had been haunting him off his chest. 

“Uh…I haven’t thought about that,” your grip on the wheel tightened at the question. 

“Well he can’t move here and you two are together so what are you going to do?” Jobe asked swiftly, making you blink. 

“I don’t know, we didn’t talk about that in any serious way,” you relayed to Jobe. “It’s still kind of new,” you reassured him and yourself. It was definitely too new to be thinking about moving to Liverpool. 

“Hmm…well for the record I don’t want you to move,” he got to his point. You relaxed your shoulders and gave him a sympathetic smile. 

“I’m not going anywhere any time soon,” you patted his knee and put your hand back on the wheel. “I got to make sure you can drive yourself before I do that,” you joked but he didn’t laugh. 

“I think you should stay with us until you’re married at least,” Jobe laid down his rule. 

“Jobe please,” you laughed at his dramatics. You did think it was too early at present to be thinking about moving in with Trent but you didn’t necessarily think you’d wait that long if things kept going good for you and him. 

“I’m serious, footballers aren’t really known to be reliable - you should stay with us,” he wiped the smile off your face. 

“Do you think Trent isn’t reliable?” you asked in earnest. 

“I didn’t say that I just mean in general,” he shrugged. 

“You and Jude are good boys and you’re footballers,” you pointed out. 

“Yeah but...we know how these men can be,” he continued to worry you. “I’m just saying unless you’re sure he’s serious about you, you should just stay with us - you don’t want to get played,” a pang hit your chest. You really liked Trent but now Jobe was making you worry. What did he know that you didn’t? 

Jobe looked across to see the tight grip of  your hands on the wheel and the clench of your jaw with your eyes focused straight ahead on the road. He sighed and washed the negativity from his tone on seeing your obvious tension. 

“Trent is a good guy y/n,” he patted your shoulder. He didn’t plan to defend Trent but he didn’t like to see you upset. 

“You hate the idea of him and me dating, how can I believe you think he’s a good guy,” you grumbled, now set into a bad mood. 

“That’s not because I think he’s a bad guy…I just don’t want you to be on the receiving end of some of the stuff I’ve heard and seen,” he didn’t help with your horrible mood. 

“Seen from him?” you questioned, your brain at the point of thinking Trent probably exchanged sex worker numbers with his footballer friends behind his exes backs. 

“No, not from him just from…footballers,” he shrugged and you scoffed. “I just mean that…people are not necessarily wrong to think they cheat,” Jobe dug the knife into your heart. 

“Jobe...I love you but right now you’re making me feel physically ill, can we talk about something else,” you gripped the wheel and narrowed your eyes at the road ahead. Jobe opened his mouth to try to defend his point but he shut it and nodded. He changed the topic to how his training went and for the rest of the ride home you two didn’t speak about Trent, love or what footballers do behind closed doors. The topic was dead between the two of you but it still played in the back of your head. 

When you got home you retreated to your room for the rest of the day. You were in a sour mood and your imagination was only making it worse. You started to think about all the access Trent had to cheat; he’s handsome, he’s rich, he’s got his own place, you weren’t his girlfriend…You sighed and dropped your head back on the bed at the thought. Maybe you shouldn’t have slept with him without some commitment. Maybe you ran too fast into it. Sure, you two had been talking for a while before you went to visit him but now you worried you were too full on when you did. What if he wasn’t ready for all of that? What if he didn’t want a girlfriend and just wanted a fling? You groaned at the thought. 

You weren’t a stranger to dealing with men but you also weren’t the luckiest with love. You got a lot of attention but it didn’t always materialise into something real and you really wanted what you had with Trent to be real. Now you were questioning if you misread the situation. He was the one into you first, maybe you should have made him work harder for it. Maybe you played your cards too fast and now he was bored. What if he had someone else in Liverpool now that you were back in Birmingham? Maybe some other girl was doing his laundry and cooking his lunch. Your stomach churned as the scenes of that nightmare plagued your mind. 

You turned on your stomach and pressed your face into your pillow to stifle your thoughts but they didn’t go away. You were so lost in the dark trail of your imagination that you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. You blindly reached across the bed for your phone and  sighed when you saw Trent Alexander-Arnold 🥰💗 on the screen; you immediately thought you should remove those emojis since he was probably fucking other girls between your calls but you tried to shake the negativity and answered. However, you weren’t very successful. 

“Hey baby,” Trent said with a smile, unaware of your present mood. “How was your day?” he asked, putting his feet up on his couch. 

“Hey, it was good…how was yours?” you faked a good mood and answered him. He started to speak about his day and all the things he did with animation. He was excited about how he performed and was going over in detail what he did, how he did it and how he felt about it. Your mood started to defrost as you listened to him but the ice of your previous sour mood didn’t completely melt. 

“Y/n?” Trent called your name, “Y/n!” he repeated when you hadn’t answered or spoken for a while. 

“Huh? Yeah,” you snapped back into yourself. 

“You listening? I was saying that I did my laundry last night and mum was shocked but I managed,” he said with a proud smile. 

“Sure it wasn’t some other bitch doing it for you,” you immediately snapped but as the words came out of your mouth you regretted it. You didn’t mean to say that outloud but it just came out. “Trent I-,” you sat up in bed and tried to wheel it back but he interrupted you. 

“What did you just say to me?” he sat up and took his phone off speaker and put it to his ear. 

“Uh…nothing just…nothing,” you stumbled in panic as your heart rate picked up. 

“Did you just accuse me of cheating?” His tone was sharp and vexed. 

“I didn’t-,” you tried to speak but he cut you off. 

“You seriously have some audacity,” he scoffed and you scowled. 

“Excuse me?” you turned from apologetic to equally as upset. Where did he get off speaking to you like that!? 

“I said you have some audacity to say that to me when you were in my bed speaking to another man,” he struck you into silence. “Yeah that’s what I thought,” he rolled his eyes when you didn’t bite back. 

“So what? You are going to see other girls to spite me?” you got mean to hide your shame. 

“Are you for real right now? I’m talking to you every damn night and you think I’m here with another girl sucking my dick,” he just as sharply hit back at you. 

“Well are you?” you got off your bed and Trent sighed heavily. 

“Why are you acting like this?” He changed course and tried to calm his tone. He too didn’t mean to snap at you like that but your questioning awoke an issue he hadn’t fully dealt with. 

“I asked a question,” you stayed stubborn.

“Y/n…you asked me to trust you when you said you were going to stop talking to other people…why can’t you trust me right now,” he sounded more hurt than angry as he went on. 

“I…can you just answer me,” you remained stuck in your obsession to know about him seeing other women despite hearing the hurt in his tone that you didn’t trust him. 

“No y/n, I am not seeing anyone else - there is no one else doing anything for me, there is no one else I’m talking to….it’s only you,” he was clear but he sounded exhausted by the end of his report. 

“Okay…good…,” you sat back on the edge of your bed with that. There was silence between the two of you for a while before he spoke again. 

“Where is this coming from?” he eventually asked. You sighed and laid back on your bed before speaking. 

“I’m sorry…it’s just that Jobe got into my head about footballers cheat and I should be careful and with us not being…,” you starting to bring up the lack of titled assurance between the two of you but you decided not to, “with us being long distance I just got anxious,” you admitted. Trent sighed and laid back on the couch with his phone to his ear. 

“You don’t have to worry…have I given you a reason to doubt me?” he asked and you shook your head no. 

“No you haven’t,” you created the issue in your head but it felt real. 

“Okay so can we go back to when we trusted each other then,” he calmly spoke but he still held some anger over the issue. 

“Yeah sure…sorry,” you retreated. 

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too,” he settled your anxieties, “Tell me about your day, let’s talk about something else,” he suggested and you agreed and started to tell him about how your day had been. 

You felt better for the rest of your call and after but Trent was now the one feeling uneasy. He hid it and conversed with you as you spoke with enthusiasm about your day but the earlier topic resurfaced the niggle of distrust he had in you after it became apparent you were still talking to Damion. After your call ended, Trent remained on his couch in his house, laid back with his legs crossed, his phone flat on his chest and his eyes to the ceiling as his mind drifted to unsavoury thoughts.  He feared your questioning of him was a projection of your own actions. He worried if you had had another man over and that’s why you were accusing him of doing the same.  What would stop you? You didn’t even stop when he was right beside you. He wanted to trust you and most of him did, but now the part that wasn’t all the way there was currently chipping away at the part that held trust. 

The following week, neither you nor Trent brought up the nidus of your previous brief fight again. You also tried to personally not worry about false issues and focus on the good between the two of you. It helped - things were smoother. At least from your end. 

Today, you were packing for your flight to Madrid in the morning and Trent was watching you through facetime while you did. Well, at least he said he was watching but he was really playing in his game room and had you propped up besides the TV. 

“Do you think this is cute?” you asked him, holding up a dress suitable for Madrid weather. “It’s a bit short but I think with stockings it’ll be a fit,” you explained your theory. 

“Yeah pretty,” he commented but didn’t look. 

“Trent,” you pouted and slumped your shoulders. He glanced between the phone and his game just enough to catch your deep pout. He sighed and paused the game to look at you. 

“Let me see the dress,” he asked and you held it back up for display with a satisfied smile. “It’s pretty, you look nice in that colour,” he gave you the attention you wanted. You were going to pack the dress regardless but it was nice to have his input. 

“Thank you,” you folded the dress and tossed it in your suitcase, “I have to think of a lot of outfits because I decided to go to Barcelona after,” you put your hand on your hips and looked around at the piles of clothes on your bed. 

“You and your mum are going to Barcelona?” Trent asked, putting his eyes back on the TV and daring the press play. “Just me, solo trip,” you grabbed his attention. 

“Huh? Why are you doing that?” he asked, alarmed at your plan. 

“Because I’ve always wanted to go there and it’s convenient since I’m already going to Madrid to see mum,” Trent took his headset off his head and grabbed his phone to bring you closer. “I’m just going to stay there for 3 days then come back home,” you continued, “but I have a lot of plans in those 3 days so I got to have my fits,” you picked up a top and placed it on top of your jeans that laid on your bed. 

“When did you even come up with this idea?” he asked, trying to wrap his head around it. You had plans to go to Madrid since you were still at his home and now out of nowhere the night before you were going on a solo trip in a different city. 

“Maybe like 2 weeks ago,” you admitted. You only booked the hotel last week but you had been thinking about it. 

“Two weeks and you -,” he started to complain about your secrecy but he stopped himself before he got too angry with you, “I don’t think you should go,” he quickly dismissed your plans. You looked to where your phone was propped up with furrowed brows and hands placed on your hips. 

“What do you mean you don’t think I should go,” you asked him, properly puzzled by his response.  

“You shouldn’t go alone, if you want to go Barcelona someday I’ll take you,” he made you look at him like he was replaced by a robot. 

“It’s not really something up for debate, I’m going,” you made that clear as you started to become annoyed with his tone.  “Why don’t you want me to go to Barcelona anyway?” you scoffed. 

“I don’t like the idea of you in a foreign country and city alone,” Trent explained but you didn’t like what he had to say. 

“I’ve travelled alone before,” you kept calm but you properly were annoyed now.  

“Well you shouldn’t anymore, it’s not safe,” he made you glare at him through the screen. 

“Trent, I’m a grown woman,” you promptly reminded him. Your own father wasn’t this strict so you were very put off by his demands. 

“Yes but it’s still not safe, we can go to Barcelona in the summer if you want to see it,” he tried to soften the blow, seeing your bubbling annoyance. You narrowed then rolled your eyes at his suggestion - dismissing it totally. 

“I’m going after I see my mum and that’s that,” you put your foot down, not caring for his demand. 

“Y/n…can you at least consider what I’m saying,” he leaned back in his game chair with his phone in his hand. 

“And do what? Cancel anything fun I want to do until you’re free to guard me?” you snapped and grabbed your phone off its propped point. Trent sighed and looked away from the camera for a moment before coming back to you. 

“No obviously not but I don’t think you should be roaming a new city that you don’t speak the language all alone,” he said softly but didn’t budge about his point. He cooled down with his attitude but you didn’t. 

“I’m going to Barcelona Trent, it’s not up for debate,” you were stern in dismissing even considering what he had to say. He stared back at you for a moment, thinking about carrying on the issue but on seeing the steam coming off your head, he chewed and swallowed his retort. He didn’t like the conclusion of the conversation but he knew if he kept pushing you’d just get more upset and he wasn’t in the mood for an argument when you were clearly so stubborn with him. 

“Alright, cool,” he put his phone back up on the propped spot, put back on his headset and turned his attention back to his video game. You frowned at his loss of interest - it was obvious he was mad and unfortunately when he was mad he got detached. You would have preferred if he just agreed with you and supported you but you weren’t going to bother trying to bring it back up. Trent was a stubborn guy - when he got into these moods he was impossible to crack. 

You continued to pack with him on the line but the two of you didn’t speak until it was time to say goodbye. You spent most of the evening after that sad about it with your bad mood extending to when you were tossing in bed, trying to get to sleep before your early flight. You resorted to picking up your phone to mindlessly scroll, but you found yourself scrolling photos of you and Trent instead of social media. 

I’m sorry, I just want you to be safe x 

You saw Trent’s message pop up on your notification bar over a photo of him sleeping you took when you were at his house. You immediately clicked it to see him online and you called him without a further thought. 

“Hey,” he answered, sounding tired. 

“Hey…,” you tentatively replied. 

“I don’t want to go to bed mad,” he sighed and so did you. 

“Me neither,” 

“I’ll be honest…I still don’t like the idea of you going to Barcelona alone and I wish you had told me about that before the night before your trip but I don’t want to fight,” Trent said from his bed. He too had been tossing and turning unable to sleep. 

“I don’t want to fight either…,” you pouted and turned to lay your cheek on the pillow and put him on speaker phone beside your head. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going?” he asked. He didn’t like the idea of you going to Barcelona only but the more he thought about it, he also didn’t like that you made such a plan and didn’t bother to tell him. 

“I did tell you,” 

“No, you told me today and you’re going in the morning. Why didn’t you tell me when you planned it?” he specified. If you hadn’t brought it up by chance today would you even have? Would he have found out when you were already roaming the streets of Barcelona alone? 

“I didn’t mean to not tell you, I mostly spoke to Halle about it and I guess I just didn’t get to telling you,” you thought that was understandable. 

“So you didn’t think you should let me know?” he felt even more bothered by your explanation. 

“I guess not,” you admitted and he sighed a frustrated breath. “I feel like you’re still mad at me,” you frowned. 

“I am not mad…I am just…forget it, but next time you’re planning to leave the country, I’d appreciate it if you told me,” he gave up because he was tired from feeling tension about you most of the day now. 

“Okay…I’ll tell you,” you compromised and the two of you left the topic where it was. You stayed on the phone a while longer and eventually things got light enough to the point where he was telling you to have sweet dreams and that he misses you before you finally hung up. 

In retrospect, as you dozed to sleep, although you found it a touch controlling, you did think you could have told Trent sooner. You weren’t used to being that way. You usually set plans and others followed, you didn’t think to report to a man what you planned to do for some sort of approval. Clearly, and to your surprise, that was something Trent wanted.

The following morning of your flight Trent texted you to have a safe flight and to message him once you landed. It was sweet of him to always check in and it did always put a genuine smile on your face. He could easily make your days better. You were sleepy given the hour you had to leave home but your dad took you to the airport and of course, gave you a bone crushing hug before sending you on your way. 

When you arrived your mum came to pick you up and she too smothered you in a tight hug. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she let you go and held on to your forearms. 

“Me too mum,” you smiled and meant your words. There had definitely been tension between the two of you of late but it was nice to see her. She was still your mother. 

The conversation was light on the way to the home she and Jude lived in, mostly about your flight and light conversation about home in Birmingham. 

When you got to their house you parted ways to settle in in one of the guest rooms and take some time to yourself. You texted Trent you were safe and you took a shower to unwind after your flight. When you came back out your mum was sat on the couch watching a series so you decided to join her. 

“Hey,” you sat down and curled your legs beside you on the couch. 

“Hey,” she paused the show, “how are you?” she patted your knee. 

“I’m good,” you shrugged. She gave you a look that she knew there was more to say than good but you didn’t budge. 

“How was your trip to Liverpool?” she dove in and you internally sighed. 

“It was good,” you kept it light, “I enjoyed it,” you hoped she would leave it at that. 

“Did you go for Trent?” she asked what your father never did. You looked at her and then down at your legs, biting your lips and thinking what to say and how to say it. You couldn’t exactly lie, you knew she knew but you were pondering how much to say. 

“Uh…I mean yeah, I went to see him,” you awkwardly professed. 

“You stayed with him?” she raised an eyebrow and your heart stuttered over its next beat. Your parents were cool but they weren’t stay with boys cool so you were definitely anxious to admit the truth. You’d slyly convinced your father you were not staying with Trent without actually saying you weren’t staying with Trent but you knew your mother wasn’t so gullible. 

“Uh…well…yeah,” you answered because you knew you couldn’t lie. 

“So you went to Liverpool and stayed with Trent…,” She tied the information and made you cringe. She mused over it for a moment and heighted your anxiety about how she would react. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going?” She finally spoke and rested her arm on the back of the couch, leaning on it.

“Well…if I’m honest mum, you weren’t kind to the idea of me and Trent talking so I didn’t bother to tell you,” you told the truth and her face frowned. 

“That’s not true,” she defended herself and you internally rolled your eyes. 

“Mum, you sided with the boys before you even heard anything from me,” the hesitations you previously had washed away when she approached you with her altered truth. 

“I just didn’t want you three to fight,” she said what she always said and you had to hold back the roll of your eyes. 

“So you sided with them as usual and I had to draw the short straw,” you quipped back, trying to keep your tone respectful despite feeling increasingly upset. 

“I didn’t think you were that serious about him to go against your brothers,” 

“None of you gave me the grace to even see if I wanted to be serious about him first,” you spoke your truth and your mother sighed. 

“So is it serious?” she asked. 

“It’s not about that, it’s about you dismissing me,” you went back to getting your grievances off your chest. 

“I didn’t mean to dismiss you y/n,” she remained on the defensive.

“But you do mum, you don’t hear my side, you just tell me to let the boys have it their way…All you do is favour them,” you grumbled and she sighed. “I don’t favour them more than you y/n, I love all of you,” she reached out and touched your knee. She felt terrible you felt that way but she still didn’t think she was in the wrong. 

“I never said you don’t love me, but you do treat me differently,” you kept pushing your point. 

“You’re a different child, you’re more mature than them,” she shrugged and boiled your blood. 

“That’s because you make me need to be the mature one,” you hit back immediately. 

“I don’t make you y/n, I let you be yourself,” she claimed and you scoffed. 

“Mum it’s only you and I here don’t lie, you know you’ve always had a different expectation of me,” you bluntly called her out, “I had to be the best in everything, I had to be the bigger person in every situation, I had to bite my tongue and put on a brave face, I had to never show weakness - you made me like that,” you threw your feelings at her. “You made me like that and you were always softer with Jude and Jobe and I just had to swallow it,” Your voice hitched as the frustration welled in your throat. 

“I did that to help you,” she claimed, remaining on the defence that she wasn’t hurting you. 

“Help me?” you scoffed and  rolled your eyes overtly now. 

“Yes, I wanted you to have the strength to achieve your best,” she reached out and grabbed your hand, “I always knew you were going to achieve great things and you have and you are y/n, and that makes me so proud,” she continued, holding on to your hand. “I know I was tough on you and I’m sorry but I promise you I never did it to hurt you,” she reached out to hug you and you closed to spaced and hugged her with your eyes now wet with frustrated tears. You were still upset but her apology and shift in tone and stance did soften your mood. 

“I just wish sometimes you would give me some grace,” you said in her embrace and she stroked your back. “I am that person you raised me to be but sometimes I can’t be the strongest soldier,” you professed your feelings with a weakened tone. 

“You don’t have to be,” she squeezed you and let go, “I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” she looked at you apologetically. 

“If I’m honest…I feel like it got worse when you and Jude moved…the expectations,” you looked down at the couch with your honesty. Your mother paused and sighed before confronting your claim. 

“I know we lean on you a lot now…,” your mum slowly started, “but you’re an important part of the family y/n,” she tried to be gentle with you. 

“I know and I don’t mind but sometimes you could listen to me rather than making my life second fiddle to the boys,” you looked up at her to see her look back at you with sadness in her eyes. “I don’t want you to feel like that - you are all important to me,” the anguish your words made her feel bled through her tone. “I’ll try harder for you,” she concluded what she needed to do and you appreciated she could at least see you needed that much. 

“Thanks mum,” you moved back over to her arms and she held you against her as if you were still a little girl. You two sat quietly for a while, with her rubbing your arm just letting the strain of the prior moment pass. 

“So…you really like this boy huh?” she brought Trent up in a light tone. A small smile skirted your lips and you nodded against her shoulder. 

“Yeah I do…he’s really great and he makes me happy,” you let her into your thoughts about him without reservation. 

“So is he your boyfriend now?” she asked and your smile dropped. 

“Not exactly…,” you hesitantly confessed. 

“Not exactly?” she repeated in question, “I thought you two were seeing each other since summer,” she thought it was nothing much then but you clearly really like Trent so she assumed it must have been further along that she thought. 

“Yeah but…we aren’t official yet,” you nervously bit your lip. 

“And you went to his house?” her tone becoming more judgemental. 

“We’re still dating…like getting to know each other,” you tried to sugarcoat it. 

“Is this one of those silly situationships you kids have,” she judged and you sighed. 

“No it’s not…we are just…it’s still new,” you tried to save the situation and leaned off her shoulder. She gave you an unimpressed look. 

“Well don’t let it be new for too long, if he wants to be with you he needs to step up,” your mother put down her rules. 

“Mum,” you groaned. 

“I’m serious y/n, you’re too good to be waiting around for a man to get his mind together,” she turned on Trent and you regretted telling her the truth. 

“I’m not waiting around, we are good - we talk every night, he’s good to me it’s just…,” you didn’t know how to explain it because you didn’t really understand why he didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend. She watched you as you struggled to come up with an explanation and sighed. 

“Whatever it is y/n, remember your worth,” she patted your knee, “I’m sure he’s a lovely boy but he’s only as good as he treats you,” she squeezed your knee and made you sigh. You nodded in agreement and remained quiet in thought about the dynamics of yours and Trent’s relationship. 

“How about some lunch?” your mum stood up and offered. You nodded and gave her a slight smile, grateful for the change in topic. 

She made lunch and you caught up about other things until it was time to collect Jude from training. You decided to go with her rather than be stuck in the house alone. She offered to take you to a nice ice cream place on the way home so you changed into your jeans and a light top to go along with her. When you arrived at the training ground you hopped out of the car to grab something from the truck while you waited for Jude. 

“Who is that?” Aurélien Tchouameni shoved Jude, asking him as he laid eyes on you pulling a sweater out the truck. 

“My sister,” Jude’s face screwed into disgust at the tone his friend had as well as how his eyes were dragging over you as you walked around the side of the car. 

“You have a sister and that’s what she looks like? Damn,” Aurélien looked to get a glimpse of you now sitting in the passenger seat talking to your mother. “Is she single?” He boldly asked. 

“You aren’t getting a chance, forget it,” Jude gently pushed Aurélien. 

“Why?” he laughed, “I’m a great date, at least let me meet her,” he playfully pleaded. 

“She doesn’t want to meet you,” Jude claimed and moved in front of him so he could see less of you. 

“How do you know that, she seems nice,” Aurélien poked his head around to see you laugh, “really nice,” he dreamily spoke and Jude rolled his eyes. “Please?” Aurélien put his hands together in prayer to beg. 

“Fine but no weird shit,” Jude agreed and started to walk to the car. 

“Hi guys, y/n, my friend wanted to meet you,” Jude promptly stated. 

“Hi aunty,” Aurélien waved to your mother and she waved back. You scrunch your eyebrows at Jude’s announcement but you got out of the car to meet his friend anyway. 

“Hi,” you smiled and put your hand out for the tall guy. He looked familiar from Jude’s games but you couldn’t quite remember his name. 

“I’m Aurélien, Jude’s friend,” he smiled at you and shook your hand, “I didn’t know Jude had a sister,” he kept hold of your hand until you pulled it out of his. 

“Yeah, I still live in Birmingham so I’m not around here much,” you glanced between Aurélien and Jude, “I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself, putting your eyes back on Aurélien and seeing him quite obviously looking longingly at you. His eyes darted down and up your body and you quickly understood why he wanted to meet you. 

“How long are you here, maybe we could hang out,” Aurélien suggested and Jude’s face dropped. 

“I don’t think so,” Jude interrupted. 

“It’ll be cool - we could go bowling, do you like bowling?” he asked directly to you. 

“I don’t know,” you stood on the fence because of Jude’s mood. 

“We can invite some of the other boys,” Aurélien tried to take the pressure off the invitation by making it more of a group event, “I’ll talk to Jude about it,” he slapped Jude’s back but Jude didn’t crack a smile. 

“We’ll think about it,” Jude said and opened the back door of the car, “see you tomorrow,” he said goodbyes to Aurélien to end the conversation. 

“Alright tomorrow bro,” he said to Jude then looked to you, “you’ll think about the bowling yeah?” he smiled at you. 

“I’ll think about it,” you smiled back and got into the car, “Bye,” you waved from the seat and Aurélien waved back before walking in the direction of his car. 

“What was that about?” your mum asked as she drove off. 

“Nothing,” you started to say but Jude spoke over you. 

“Another one of my friends that wants to be with y/n,” Jude groaned and your mother laughed. 

“I doubt that’s true,” you giggled but you knew that was true. You could see Jude’s friend was checking you out. 

“Y/n I’m happy you’re here but next time stay in the house,” Jude made you laugh. 

“I can’t help that they like me,” you looked back at Jude pouting in the back seat. “What can I say, I’m pretty like my mama,” your words made your mum laugh. 

“Exactly,” she chimed in and glanced back at pouting Jude in the backseat through the rear view mirror. 

“I have Trent though so you don’t have to worry Jude,” you sat back in your seat. 

“Incase you forgot Trent is one of my best friends,” he folded his arms. 

“Well would you rather I take just one of your friends or two?” you teased. 

“Mum she’s harassing me,” he ran to his mum and you laughed. 

“Y/n, you know he is sensitive about that,” she tried to settle things. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you brushed it off, “Ice cream?” you asked and she nodded saying the place was not far. 

You three went for ice cream and Jude told you about training while sneaking scoops from the bowl you got for yourself after he said he couldn’t have sweets. Then, you went back home and separated into your own spaces. When you got into bed you saw the text from Trent that he’d gotten home from training and called him without bothering to text back. 

“Hey baby, how are you?” he answered the phone with a smile in his tone that made you melt. 

“Hi,” you turned on your back in bed and kept the phone to your ear, “I’m good, how was your day?” you asked, mostly to hear his voice. 

“It was good, I practised my shooting which went well I think and I had to do a bit of media as well but it was chill,” he relayed and you laid in bed listening to him with a little smile on your face. “How was yours?” he asked. 

“Good…my flight was okay and then I spent time with mum until we went for Jude and then we all went for ice cream,” you rolled on to your tummy and bent your legs at the knees then crossed your ankles. 

“That sounds nice, do you have other plans for the week in Madrid?” He laid on his bed, crossing his legs at the ankles. 

“It was, umm outside of work, just whatever mum wants me to do with her,” you shrugged. “Oh actually one of Jude’s friends suggested a bowling meet up at some point today so maybe that’ll happen,” you brought up and Trent’s brows scrunched. 

“Jude’s friends? Who?” he asked. 

“One of his teammates, I met him when I went to pick up Jude and he suggested we all go out,” you chirped about it, “Aurélien is his name, you know him?” you asked Trent. 

“Not personally but as a player…how did you meet him?” Trent started to get suspicious. 

“Just in the carpark, Jude said he wanted to meet me so I met him - nice guy,” you went on. Trent didn’t speak right away and you stupidly filled the gap, “cheeky though - he was definitely checking me out but he was nice,” you continued and confirmed Trent’s suspicions. 

“You should say no to bowling,” Trent quickly put his foot down. 

“What? Why?” you laid back on your back, puzzled and unaware of your slip. You spoke like you were talking to Halle, not realising your recollection of that part of the day would upset Trent. 

“He only suggested that cause he thinks you’re hot,” Trent explained the obvious. 

“I know but I still want to go,” you made him roll his eyes. 

“Why do you want to go hang out with a guy and potentially other guys who think you’re hot when you have me?” he asked in a cheerless tone.

“It’s not with him, I’d be with Jude,” you tried to reason with him, still rather aloof. 

“You were Jude when you went to LA and that ended with us in bed together,” Trent threw a notch in your reasoning. You paused for a moment, chewing your lip and realising just how upset he was from his sharp tone. 

“I don’t plan to be in bed with Jude’s teammates Trent,” you tried to talk him down. 

“No bowling,” he was firm and stuck on his hill of disapproval. 

“Fine damn, no bowling,” you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. You still didn’t think bowling was that serious but it seemed Trent was taking everything seriously these days and you couldn’t be bothered to argue. 

“Good,” he relaxed and changed the tune to a new topic. You were still disgruntled about his controlling behaviour but you tried not to show it. Overall, you missed him so you swallowed it and kept talking with him to fill the void in your day only he could fill. 

After an hour of catching up for the day you ended the call and shortly after Jude came banging down your door and walking in before you could say come in. 

“Hey,” he waltzed in and dove on to your bed to lay beside you, “what’s up,” he asked, laying on his back next to you. 

“Hey,” you greeted him and watched him pick up your lip mask from the bedside table and dip his finger into it,  “can you not,” you told him but he was already slathering it on his lips.

“Can you buy this for me?” he asked you and you rolled your eyes, “it’s quite nice - luxurious,” he commented and leaned back on your bed with his arms behind his head. 

“If i buy you one will you stop putting your hands in all my stuff?” 

“Promise,” he stuck out his pinky finger for a promise you knew he’d break. You linked your pinky with his and you agreed to buy him some of the beauty products you liked but you knew any chance he got he’d be back digging through your stuff. 

“So how have things been in Madrid?” you asked him. 

“Good, I like it here, I’m making friends, football is going well - it’s good,” he spoke fondly and you felt content that he was happy with his move. It was definitely a big choice for him and you were worried about the risk but it was all working out well and you couldn’t have been more proud. 

“Okay what about outside of that - you seeing anyone?” you poking into his life. 

“A few,” he shrugged and your eyebrows raised. 

“A few!” 

“You asked, I’m just being honest,” he made you shake your head. 

“Alright fine, anyone I’d like?” you sat up and leaned on the headboard. 

“Nope,” he popped his p and shook his head no. 

“What do you mean no?” you questioned him. 

“I mean no, I like them but to say you would approve? Nah - it’s just for fun and you big sis don’t do fun,” your jaw slackened at his analysis. 

“I don’t do fun?” you folded your arms. Jude looked at you, silently claiming just that and then turned to you. 

“The kind of girl you want me with I should probably marry and I’m not there right now - I’m just having fun,” he explained and prepared for your lecture. You took a breath about to give the very lecture on his choices but you toned it down but the words formed. 

“Alright, but just be careful don’t let them make you lose sight of yourself,” you kept it simple and he nodded. 

“I know and I am, trust me,” he tried to reassure you but you always worried about him. 

“And remind those girls you have a big sister who can fight,” you threatened and he laughed. 

“You can fight? Seriously?” he continued to laugh. 

“Don’t let this manicure fool you, I can throw a punch,” you curled your hand into a fist to demonstrate but Jude still took your threat for a joke. 

“You know what, if it came to that I’d back you in the ring,” he supported your claims with the laughter still in his tone. 

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” you laughed with him. You couldn’t actually fight like that but if you had to for your little brother you would. 

“So…what about Trent?” Jude broached the topic and you held back the sigh. 

“We’re good,” you kept it simple and hoped he would leave it at that. Trent was definitely a sore topic with your brothers and presently with the bumps you and Trent were going over - it was a sore topic for you too. 

“I can’t believe you went to Liverpool and didn’t tell me,” he frowned. 

“I knew you’d give me grief about it and you did,” you went on the defence. 

“That’s because I was shocked, you could have just told me before,” 

“For you to sabotage it somehow? Probably conspire with Jobe to puncture my tyres,” you scowled and he chuckled at that idea. 

“I wouldn’t have done that,” he claimed and you shot him a disbelieving look. 

“Okay maybe we would have done something like that,” he gave you the same mischievous smile he had when he was a little kid and you asked him where your chocolate was but he’d already stolen it and eaten it himself.

“Which is why I didn’t tell you,” you rolled your eyes. “I wanted it to actually go well,” you added.

“Fine fine, so you two are like for real now then?” he presumed. 

“I guess,” you shrugged and bit your lip. 

“You met his family and stuff?” Jude picked up your lip mask again, fiddling with the little container. 

“No I didn’t,” you frowned your brows at his question, “I only met his brother Tyler,” you cushioned the no. 

“Oh,” Jude lowered the container from his line of vision and looked at you, “did you meet his friends?” he asked and started to worry you with his scrutinising tone. 

“No…but it was like a chill week, we mostly stayed home,” you tried to save things from the course of judgement Jude seemed to be going down. 

“Oh…that’s interesting,” he turned his attention back to the lip mask container. 

“What do you mean interesting, what are you thinking?” you turned your body to him, and quickly questioned. 

“Nothing it’s just…with the way Trent talks about you I thought you two were more serious,” he shrugged. 

“We are serious,” you went on the defence. 

“But you didn’t meet his parents?” Jude rechecked and your face fell. 

“No…I didn’t,” you unfortunately had to clarify. Trent didn’t even mention the possibility of meeting his parents and at the time you didn’t think anything of it but now you were worried that was a step in the wrong direction. “He also didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend,” you sighed, adding to the unfortunate confessions. Jude’s hands immediately paused from spinning your lip mask container and he looked over to you with telling sympathy. You groaned at his expression and turned to lie on your back, slamming your head back on the pillow. “Just say it,” you grabbed another pillow and put it over your head. 

“Nothing nothing…,” he was tentative at first but then you took the pillow off your head and looked at him, waiting for a real response. “It’s just that…it’s giving sneaky link if I’m honest,” he pushed a dagger into your gut and turned it. Your jaw fell open and you looked at him aghast. 

“Sneaky link!?” you shrieked, “oh my god, do you think so for real? Do you think he’s playing me like that? Oh for fucks sake,” you slapped the bed with both hands in exacerbation. All that time you were having so much fun with Trent and you may have just been an easy fuck for him. You wanted to disappear as the realisation of that possibility sunk in. 

“If I didn’t know Trent then yeah, I’d say so but I’ve spoken to him and he seemed really serious about you,” Jude tried to save the situation after seeing you so disgruntled. 

“What if he’s lying?” you frowned.

“I don’t think he is,” Jude again tried to reassure you. He could have used this as an opportunity to tear you from Trent but he felt too much guilt for that. It was obvious you really liked him and he didn’t want to hurt you unnecessarily. 

“How can you be sure?” your voice cracked and Jude sighed. 

“We’ve spoken and he’s clear he wants to be with you, I don’t think he’d go through all that effort for a fling - he’s not the type of guy,” he tried to calm you down, “he really likes you, he’s probably just taking things slow,” he added in hope you’d be happier but your frown deepened. 

“I don’t want slow, I want serious - I’m so tired of guys not being serious with me,” you folded your arms. “I don’t get it, I feel like I have a lot to offer, what more do I have to do?” you turned to Jude. 

“You’re great y/n, and Trent knows that, I don’t think you need to worry,” he stayed calm as you huffed. “As much as I think it’s disgusting, you should see how he looks at you, he likes you a lot I don’t think he’s playing games,” Jude comforted you. 

“You’re not just saying that?” you pouted. 

“If it was up to me, you two wouldn’t even be dating so trust me I’m not just saying that,” you calmed down as his reassurance set in. 

“I guess so…I hope you’re right,” you sighed. 

“I am, stop stressing,” he grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, “It’ll work out and if it doesn’t I’ll handle it,” he gave you a squeeze. 

“You’re like 12, how are you going to handle it,” you complained as he let you go. 

“Y/n in case you didn’t notice I’m a grown man now, I will handle it,” he tried to claim but you rolled your eyes. 

“‘Grown’ right okay,” you sarcastically mocked. He rolled his eyes but he wasn’t upset. He knew you would always see him and Jobe as babies and at heart, he didn’t mind. He knew it was just part of how you loved them and cared about them. 

Before you two could get into a debate about Jude’s claims of maturity your mum came knocking letting you both know dinner was ready. You both jumped out of bed at her announcement and went to eat. The rest of the night you chilled with your mum and Jude and tried not to think too much about your situation with Trent. The overthinking monster was trying to win but you had to let it rest. He made you happy, even with the present turbulence in your relationship, so you just had to get out of your head and let yourself be happy. 

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The Sweetest Taboo part 10 - 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: 9.4 K

Note: Hi! Unfortunately I'm going to have to take a little break from updates on this story for the rest of the month but this definitely isn't the end of this story. I hope this part will hold you over 😅

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

The morning after your fight you woke up first. You were being comfortably spooned by him, his big arm draped across your body and his chest rumbling in a soft snore behind you. You turned in his arms to face him and put your arm around his body. You softly scratched your nails along his bare and observed him for a bit. You took mental photos of his face from his smooth skin, to his dark eyelashes to his pouty lips that you could never get tired of kissing. You contently sighed and a feeling of peace came over you as you admired him. 

“Y/n,” he mumbled your name and blindly reached for you. He crushed you against his chest and tightly wound his arms around your body, barely leaving space for you to breathe. You rested against him until he was ready to really wake up. He eventually let you go and laid on his back, stretching both his arms into the arm before using them to pull you to rest on his chest. 

“Morning,” he greeted you and you returned the same. He put his hand on your pink satin bonnet and stroked over the top while you ran your manicured nails around the patterns of his chest and abs. Your hand drifted lower and lower going unnoticed to your boy who was resting in limbo between true sleep and wakefulness. You glanced up to his relaxed shut eye face and smirked before sliding your hand into his boxers. 

He hummed at your action and confirmed his pleasure with a little smile that graced his perfect lips. You continued, brushing your hand over his length before encircling his cock with your hand. He pushed his hips slightly into your hand in further encouragement as you continued to slowly stroke his length. He quickly hardened in your hand; a physical show of his pleasure. You pulled your hand out of his boxers but dragged them down before he could fuss that you were no longer touching him.

He eagerly kicked his boxers off and you shifted your body to lie between his strong thighs. He looked down at you, watching you casted in the soft dawn light that was entering his room as you wrapped your hand around his erect cock. You flickered your eyes up to him, connecting with his then slowly spit on his tip. He groaned and felt his thighs twitch as he watched the spit slip from your full lips to his cock.  You swiped your thumb over the tip, swiping your spit across it, using it as lubricant to caress the sensitive tip. He bite his lip, and dropped his head back into his pillow as you worked him. You smirked at his reaction and pressed your thumb down on his tip. He jerked at that, making you giggle. He looked down at you once more, this time catching you just as you pressed your tongue along him, licking up the veiny underside of his cock to the tip. The simple touch made his toes curl. The anticipation had his nerves and cock stood at attention. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” he commented and at first you smiled but then the memory of yesterday's event and his decision to stave off sex with you invaded your mind. Your smile flattened and you started to feel a little indignant. You remember him saying he needed a break and you almost scoffed. A break!? No man in their right mind would want a break from what you were giving him and definitely not when you were soon going to be out of reach. 

You thought about telling him off about it now that you had the energy of a new day but instead you put your mouth to his cock and took him further in your mouth, sliding your tongue and throat along him. You alternated between swallowing his length and playing with the tip with your tongue and it had him leaking. You popped him out of your mouth and kissed the tip, admiring how hard he was in your moving hand then looked up at him laid back with his bottom lip trapped under the bite of his teeth and his eyes shut tight in focus. You smirked to yourself and let him go and rocked back on your knees.  His eyes popped open in time to see you moving back to lie down on your side of the bed. 

“Babe?” he asked, his voice hoarse and breathy.  

“Yeah?” you answer, grabbing your phone off the nightstand. 

“What…uh what about?” he gestured to his cock that looked painfully hard and glistened with the mixture of his precum and your spit. 

“What about what?” you smirked. 

“Uh…I,” he hesitated, not sure how to politely phrase, what about the head you were giving me. “I thought we were….you know,” he tried to be suggestive without actually saying it. He looked so gobsmacked that you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop the giggle. This was much better than just telling him off. 

“We were what?” you played dumb. 

“I thought you were…why’d you stop?” He stuttered over the question because it wasn’t necessarily easy to think and form words with his cock hard as a brick. 

“Because you said we shouldn’t have sex remember? I can’t go against your wishes babe,” you reached over and pinched his cheek. His face fell and he looked at you in shock. He could see the wicked glint in your eyes now. He couldn’t miss it. 

“Y/n…that was last night, I didn’t mean all the time - we obviously can have sex I just needed to clear my head,” he tried to iron out last night’s issue. 

“One night might not be enough time to clear your head, maybe you need this morning too,” you taunted. “I wouldn’t want to use my ‘power’ to stop you from clearing your head,” he sighed at your stance because it was glaring you were being vengeful over his choice last night and it wouldn’t be easy to change your mind. 

“Y/n please, I told you last night I still want you,” he still tried to persuade you to forgive him.

“Oh I know you want me, but that doesn’t mean you can have me,” you ignored him and got off the bed. He internally slapped himself for his decision the night before without considering how it would affect the future. He scrambled to sit up as he saw you move toward the door. 

“Babe, please, come back,” he urged you to stop. 

“I’m going to get some breakfast and give you some space to clear your head,” you threw it back in his face and left the room. His exacerbated groan and crash back on to the bed was loud enough for you to hear on the other side of the door. You giggled to yourself and trekked down to the kitchen with a satisfied smirk on your face. 

Obviously, you would have liked to start the day with sex with him and at any other time you would have happily pleased him but this morning you had to give him a reminder that dismissing you was nothing short of crazy. He needed to realise the prize he had access to. 

Trent kicked himself in regret after your display. He felt it necessary to at least sleep with a clear head after your discord yesterday and not just plaster over it with sex but now with a hard dick and blue balls he regretted his choice to stand firm. He took a deep breath and dragged himself out of bed and to the shower. He turned the water on and stepped right in, not bothering to let it warm up. He looked down at his full and heavy cock and sighed. He felt right about his decision last night but was it worth this? If every fight was going to end with him under the cold rain of his shower with his cock in his own hand rather than in your mouth. He might start just letting you win everything. 

Trent came down to breakfast dressed for training to meet you sat and eating your yoghurt bowl. He hoped to put your riff aside and greeted you with a kiss to your cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” he immediately apologised. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was apologising for but it felt necessary at the moment. You smiled at his apology and affirmed his feeling that the apology was needed. 

“I made your protein shake for you,” you moved it across the counter toward him. 

“Thank you baby,” he picked it up, “I’ll see you later okay,” he held your head to kissed the side then let go, “I miss you already,” he put his hand on your chin and pulled your face up to meet his lips. You smiled against them and then bigger when he pulled away from the peck. 

“Have a good day,” you smiled at him, pleased with the turn in his attitude. Trent sighed an internal sigh of relief at your clear shift in mood. 

When Trent left for work you got ready and attended to your own work. You had a lighter day than you expected so you were left twiddling your thumbs thinking about what else you could do alone. You could have left the house but something about adventuring his city without him didn’t feel right. 

You ended up deciding to do yours and Trent’s laundry. He had an unexpected amount of laundry and you wondered if he even did it himself because every laundry item in his laundry room was unopened. In between loads you decided to clean the house. You texted Trent about where he kept things but he was busy so you went on a search instead. He only had the robotic hoover so you couldn’t do that and then the cleaning agents he did have once again were unopened. You shook your head and took to cleaning the kitchen that had seen a lot of you since you’d been here. 

You cleaned and reorganised then went back to fold all the clothes. When you were done, Trent still hadn’t texted he’d be home soon so you decided to do some stretching in his home gym. 

You considered yourself rather flexible but Trent had been twisting you in all sorts of positions this week that now you needed to realign your body. You went through the paces to your Beyoncé playlist blasting through the room, feeling your tangled muscles stretch with each position. You’d folded to touch your toes and tried to focus on stretching your hamstrings but your phone interrupted you. You sighed at the disturbance but your mood swiftly switched to excitement when the thought that it could be Trent calling to tell you he was coming home. You skipped over to your phone, eager to answer your man but it wasn’t him calling. 

Denise Bellingham was marked over the screen with a photo of her displayed. You excited quickly left your body; were both disappointed it wasn’t Trent and distressed that it was your mother. You never called her back yesterday after your day took an unexpected negative turn and you knew there was a better chance of you becoming the next Queen than your mother letting that go.

“Hi mum,” you answered sweetly, hoping she would also be sweet. 

“I’m surprised you picked up,” she instantly reminded you of your actions yesterday. You winced knowing this was only the beginning of reprimand. 

“Uh yeah sorry about yesterday, I got caught up with work,” you lied. The real reason was you were deeply in your feelings about your fight with Trent. 

“I thought I wasn’t going to get you again,” she responded, digging the knife in on the topic. She was calm about it, likely taking heat off because you used work as the excuse but she still made sure you knew your behaviour didn’t go unnoticed.

“What’s up mum?” you asked, ignoring her on the topic and pushing to move forward. 

“Well I should be asking you that, you’re in Liverpool and didn’t tell me, are you still there? I hardly know what you’re up to these days,” you pulled the phone from your ear and sighed heavily at her words and took a seat on your yoga mat. 

“Yeah I am, I’ll be home tomorrow,” you tried to distract from the Liverpool topic. You figured you were going to spend a lot of this phone call deflecting. 

“What have you been up to?” she pressed anyway. 

“I’m still working, saw some sites in between,” you laid back on the mat and kept it brief and away from the topic of Trent. You weren’t in the mood to get into how she felt about you dating him. You came into this room to destress and realign - not to sink knots of stress into your muscles. 

Denise could sense your reservation but she still wanted to know what was happening with you. She was not over the fact you left her out of the loop on this Liverpool trip. 

“Okay…well, I was thinking and I think that you should come to Madrid soon,” she dropped out of the blue. 

“What?” you sat up. 

“You should come visit me in Madrid, we haven’t spent time together in a while, I think it would be good,” she continued on the idea. She’d been thinking about it since the knowledge of you only telling your father about your ventures but now noting your avoidant behaviour with her calls she knew that she’d have to get you in the same room to get anything out of you. 

“Mum, I can’t,” you immediately tried to shut down the idea. 

“You can, you were able to go to Liverpool, I think you can make time to come to Madrid - you can always work from here,” she threw your current situation in your face. You dropped your head back on your shoulders and silently groaned. You were trapped. “Tell me when you’re free, I’ll book the tickets,” she sealed your fate. You knew you couldn’t say no. 

“Um, yeah okay …I’ll let you know,” you accepted the situation. You could try to tell her in the future you were busy and couldn’t find the free time but knowing your mother you wouldn’t get away with that. She said you should come to Madrid - you had to come to Madrid.

Fortunately, she was getting a call from someone else and she released you from interrogation. You laid back on the mat and mulled over the fact you would have to go stay with your mum and Jude in the near future. You loved them obviously. Regardless of difference in opinion, they were some of the most important people in the world to you but both your mother and Jude had made it clear they were not on Team Trent and you knew you would not be able to spend more than a few hours with them without Trent becoming an issue.

Previously, her lack of approval and agreement with your brothers’ petulance definitely bothered you but it was more them siding against you than being against Trent that really bothered you. At the time, what you had with Trent was still new. Now, with the way you felt about him - you really didn’t want to entertain your mother trying to talk you out of being with him on behalf of Jude. You didn’t trust yourself to really stay calm about it now that you were filled with so much passion for Trent. 

It was likely there would be murky waters to wade through in Madrid but you couldn’t avoid it. You were an adult now, but regardless of how old you got - if your mother said so, it was so. You were going to Madrid. 

You spent longer stretching than you originally intended because your body filled with more tension at the thoughts surrounding spending time in Madrid with your mum under the current circumstances. You were in there so long with the music blasting, you didn’t notice Trent come home. 

He searched around the house for you, until he heard your music coming from the gym. He followed the beat to the home gym and found you in a box split, bent at the hips and resting your head on your clasped hands in front of you. He watched you for a moment, admiring your position before clearing his throat. 

“Hi,” he announced his presence. You turned your head to him and pressed your upper body up from its lying position. He stood in the doorway with a bouquet of mixed pink flowers in his hand and a smile on his lips. 

“Hi,” you smiled at him and slowly brought your legs together in front of you, “are those for me?” you asked, swinging your legs to the side and standing up. 

“Yes,” he gestured the flowers toward you. You skipped over and took them from his hands and admired the pretty bouquet in pink paper.  https://i.pinimg.com/564x/89/13/2c/89132ca5253dc117bbddeaefb7c06092.jpg

“Very nice,” you commented on the choice, “Thank you,” you leaned forward with pouted lips for him to kiss. He chuckled and met your lips for a light peck. “How was your day?” you asked. 

“Good, how was yours?” he put out his hands for you to come to him. 

“Good but I was a bit bored,” you admitted and stepped into his arms so he could put his hands on your hips. 

“Bored?” he titled his head at your admission. 

“Yeah, I thought you’d be home earlier but you weren’t so I did chores and I was just doing some stretches. 

“I had a couple meetings after training,” he explained and you nodded in understanding. “You could’ve gone out,” Trent retrospectively suggested, feeling bad he left you home all day. 

“I didn’t want to go without you,” you looked at him with a little pout. You were not usually like this. You could do anything on your own at home and it wasn’t that you felt you couldn’t in Liverpool but you just didn’t want to do things without him. You didn’t have the desire to independently explore the city the way you had on many trips to different cities and countries before. When you knew he was around, you just wanted to do things with him. The alternative wasn’t attractive. 

“Well I’m here now,” he took the pout off your face with the simple reassurance, “and I was actually coming home to ask you if you’d like to go out for dinner with me tonight,” he asked and you quickly got excited. “There is a nice place I think you’d like,” he continued and flipped your outlook on going out in Liverpool. 

“Yeah I’d like that,” you smiled and stepped a little closer to him. 

“Perfect, the reservation is for 8,” he kissed your head. You giggled and stepped back. You gathered your things including your fresh flowers and walked out of the gym with him trailing behind you. 

“Did you see I cleaned the kitchen?” you asked him, now that you were in the room. He looked around as you put your things down on the counter and went over to the fridge. 

“Looks great, thanks,” he looked at you with the container of cherries you now had in your hand. 

“Thanks,” you put the container down on the counter and took a bite, “I also did the laundry,” you informed him to his surprise, “Do you do laundry? Because nothing was opened,” you jokingly asked. You figured maybe he just bought all new stuff but it was still odd. 

“I usually take it to my mum’s house,” he admitted and made your jaw drop. 

“Your mother does your laundry?” 

“Yeah…she does,” he hesitated and thought about diverting but he just admitted the truth. If you asked him how to use the machines in his house he wouldn’t know so he thought it best to just admit the truth before he was caught in a lie. 

“Trent! Are you serious?” you asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah…well when I lived there she would, so now…I don’t know, it’s a habit,” he shrugged, recoiling as he became more embarrassed by the fact. You looked at him and slowly blinked at the truth. 

“Wow,” you laughed as he stiffened up under your scrutiny. “What else does she do for you?” you asked, leaning forward on the counter. You asked in a joke because you thought surely he did other things for himself. 

“Nothing crazy…sometimes she does the shopping for me,” he tried to minimise the extent of his mother’s involvement in his life without lying to you. 

“Shopping!?” you stood back up in surprise. 

“Yeah…she knows where to get stuff,” he hoped that gave a logical justification to the situation. 

“So this fridge full of food - that’s actually your mum!?” you pointed to the fridge behind you, “wow and here I was thinking you were a mature adult!” you said it with amusement but Trent held his head down in shame.

“Mum just likes to do that stuff…,” he took a different angle, hoping to remove himself from the equation. 

“I didn’t know you were such a mama’s boy Trent,” you smirked and folded your arms. 

“I’m not, I just…she likes to do that stuff,” he went on the defence but you could see through it. You had two mama’s boys at home. You knew what you were seeing. 

“It’s okay babe but next time I come here, you better know how to use that washing machine,” you lightly threatened him. You could accept the mama’s boy thing and you were happy to do things for him but were not going to accept him being incompetent. You showed love with action but he had to be able to hold his own. You weren’t going to date a man child. Trent looked at you, feeling the edge in your tone despite you casually taking  bite of another cherry 

“I will,” he promised. He’d learn that machine by force if necessary. He wasn’t going to disappoint you. 

After your snack with Trent he had to meet with Tyler over the phone for a bit so you took the time to call Halle. You thought you’d just remind her you were coming home tomorrow and maybe organise to meet up soon but she obviously pressed you for details of your week immediately. 

“I hope you’ve been getting your back blown out, you need that,” she crassly commented after you’d told her it had been nice living with Trent and spending time together. 

“Halle!” you gasped. 

“I didn’t want to say it when you asked but you definitely did look wound up before you left,” she admitted. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” you shrieked. 

“You were stressing, I didn’t want to make it worse, besides I knew you were going to see your man eventually,” she covered for her white lie. You shook your head but let it go. “So are you?” Halle returned to the topic of her initial inquiry. 

“Yeah,” you laughed, “Any chance we got, all over the house,” you gave a light summary that made her hoot. 

“That’s my girl! I know you’re coming back with the ring,” she gassed you. 

“I don’t know about all of that,” you kept your tone steady incase Trent walked into his room you were presently alone in. 

“You will, if he knows what’s good for him,” she confidently spoke. She was exaggerating with the ring chat but she did mean the implication that he should value you. 

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves, he hasn’t even asked me to be his girlfriend yet,” you causally brought up but it took Halle back. 

“He hasn’t?” she asked, genuinely confused. “I figured he asked when you got there and you just were too caught up to tell me,” her tone becoming more and more serious. 

“He hasn’t, he mentioned it was on the table but he didn’t actually ask - he said and I quote ‘when the time is right’,” you relayed to your best friend. She paused before answering. 

“He does know you’re leaving tomorrow right?” she asked. 

“Yea,” you timidly answered. 

“He said when the time is right…huh,” Halle obviously became more critical. You tried not to think about the girlfriend thing but as your trip was coming to a close you had to admit - you were wondering when this right time was going to be. 

“You think he was being serious or diverting?” Halle bluntly asked. 

“I…I think he was being serious,” you hoped you had read him correctly. Halle chewed over the information, considering the timeline of your relationship with Trent and the words you said he said. Halle was stricter with men than you. You weren’t a total hapless lover girl but most times you cut men off it was fueled by Halle hyping you up to pull the trigger. She was usually the one to tell you if you were wasting your time - she could often see it from a mile off. She told you one month into seeing Damion that he wasn’t serious and 6 months down the line is when you finally admitted she was right all along. You silently prayed she didn’t feel like Trent fell into the same category. You really wanted this one to work. 

“Hmm…well, I guess you needed some time to bond in real life,” she mused over it and you gained a little hope, “you said he’s taking you to dinner tonight right?” she asked and you confirmed that detail, “well maybe he’ll ask tonight - it makes sense,” she concluded and you sighed a sigh of relief. “I think he likes you a lot from the way you talk about him so hopefully tonight he gets his ducks in a row and asks you,” Halle gave you hope. 

“Yeah, that would be lovely…then at least I could tell mum he’s not just a boy but my boyfriend,” you added to the equation. 

“True, you know aunty doesn’t believe in situationships,” Halle pointed out. 

“Yeah, when you taught her that term she thought you made it up yourself,” you laughed. 

“Aunty D doesn’t know the struggle, not all of us got some white boy to sweep us off our feet and be serious from the start,” Halle referred to the times your mum had told the two of you of her perfect love story that made you and Halle roll your eyes because you were both drowning in a sea of emotionally unavailable men. 

“She clearly has a trick we don’t know,” you shook your head. 

“Yeah, maybe she should teach us,” Halle laughed. 

“Next time she’s home I’ll ask her too,” you joined Halle in the giggles. 

You spoke to her for a bit longer until Trent came back into the room. You quickly told Halle you had to go and she understood, teasing you to make sure you came back to Brum with a title to your name before she hung up. 

Trent came over quietly, seeing as you were on the phone and laid his head on your tummy. 

“I’m so tired,” he complained when you hung up with his cheek against your stomach. 

“Do you want to stay home?” you asked and he immediately shook his head no. 

“No, I want to go out with you tonight,” he hugged your body and cuddled you, “I just need a little cuddle first,” he said into your body and made you giggle. You laughed off Halle’s jokes but you did hope she was right about tonight. You wanted to be his girlfriend. 

Later, you took over Trent’s bathroom to get ready for dinner. You decided since it was your last night together you were going to get dolled up. You were meticulous with your hair and your makeup in between constantly being interrupted by your man. 

“Can you take a break?” he asked, coming back into the bathroom and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You told him no on two separate occasions prior to this. Once whilst moisturising your body and then whilst doing your hair. Now, he was interrupting you while you were blending your foundation onto your face with his neediness. 

“No I can’t,” you kept the same answer and he put on the same pout. He kept his hold on you and kissed your shoulder. 

“Please, you look so good,” he  looked at your reflection in the mirror. To be fair to him, you were teasing him a bit. You left your dressing gown open leaving it to hang on to the curve on your breast  to expose your cleavage, tummy and little thong panties. 

“I’m busy,” you leaned forward into the mirror, pushing your ass into his crotch whilst focusing on blending your foundation. He groaned at the action and put his hands on your hips, keeping you against him. 

“We could be quick,” he pressed his hips into your ass, giving you a feel for how desperate he was. 

“Busy,” you reiterated. He huffed, let you go and stepped back to fold his arms. He knew he was in trouble in the morning, you got your lick back and he accepted it but he didn’t think you would extend the drought this long. He hadn’t been inside of you since the morning prior; that was more than 36 hours ago now. He  didn’t know how much longer he could last. 

You stood straight, put your foundation brush down and reached for your concealer. You glimpsed him pouting behind you with his arms folding across his chest with a smirk on your face. You shrugged the gown off your shoulders, letting the fabric poll at your elbows to expose your boobs in the mirror's reflection for him. 

“You’re killed me!” he complained and you swallowed your laugh. You put the doe foot of your concealer to your under eye and ignored him. Trent stepped back closer to you and this time when he wrapped his arms around you he cupped your boobs in his hands. “Just 10 minutes, please,” he massaged them in his hands. 

“Trent, I’m trying to focus,” you picked up your sponge to blend the swatches of concealer under your eye. 

“We could do it right here, you could keep doing your makeup,” he bargained and played with your nipples while trying to persuade you. 

“No,” you tried not to smile. 

“Baby please,” he begged. You ignored his pleas but he wasn’t giving up. He used his strength to turn you to face him and pinned you against the counter, trapping you between his hands on either side of you on the counter. “Just a quickie,” he pushed his thigh between your legs to spread them open. 

“No Trent,” you smirked at the power you held. He groaned and stepped away from you in defeat. “If you’re good, maybe later,” you turned back to the mirror and continued to work on your makeup. He grumbled something to himself and left you alone in the bathroom. He couldn’t keep his sanity if he continued to watch you wiggle your ass in his face. He needed reprieve. 

You laughed as he left the bathroom and shrugged your dressing gown back onto your shoulders. Another night and you definitely would have said yes to him having his way with you right here in the bathroom but you were enjoying the punishment game too much at the moment to fold. 

When you were done with your makeup you went into the room to get dressed and to continue to torture him but he wasn’t in the room. You frowned about that but got dressed anyway. You slipped into your grecian black dress that clung to your shape https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/cb/df/e7cbdf2b418a4b90e39f0092c5a198ea.jpg and put the finishing touches on your look; lipstick, gloss on top, and several sprays of your best perfume. You took a little selfie to send to your best friend and made your way downstairs with your heels in your hand to look for Trent. 

He was walking toward the stairs as you were coming down and stopped in his path to watch you descend. 

“Wow,” he breathed as you got closer. 

“Where you been?” you smiled and stepped down the last few steps to get to him. 

“Marcell called me to talk about something so I came down here,” he explained with his eyes roaming over your body, “you look amazing,” he met your eyes with a sparkle in his. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“You need help with your shoes?” he asked, noticing them in your hand, “Come I’ll help you,” he offered before you could answer. He took your hand and pulled you to sit on the nearest chair. You sat like a princess as he slipped on and buckled your heels for you. 

“You’re so sweet,” you told him as he clasped the buckle. 

“Anything for my girl,” he kissed your leg and moved to the other shoe. 

When he was done he stood up straight in front of you, letting you drink in his frame draped in an all black outfit. Your eyes danced over the grip of the short sleeves on his thick arms, the shimmer of his necklace sitting in the space the v neck of his shirt  allowed, down to the press off his chest beneath the fabric and finally down to the stretch of his pants over his thighs. If you could order him for dinner, you’d be pleased. 

“You look nice,” you smirked at him. He smiled seeing the lust in your eyes. He put out his hand to stand you up and you took it. 

“Only nice?” he asked, putting his hands on your hips. 

“Better than nice,” you stepped closer and put your arms around his shoulders. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss you but you pulled back. 

“Uh uh - not on this lip combo,” you warned him and put one hand on his chest. 

“You’re not going to let me kiss you?” 

“Maybe later, I have to at least arrive cute,” you winked and stepped out of his hold. He sighed and shook his head. 

He took your hand and led you out of the house and to his car after that. He opened the door for you and made sure you were sat and settled before closing the door and going to his side. 

“Can I choose the music?” you asked him, already connecting to the carplay before he could answer. 

“Yeah sure,” he agreed, laughing as you’d already pulled your playlist up before he spoke. You gleefully pressed play and shimmed back into your seat to the opening beats of your favourite song of the moment. Trent smiled at you and pulled out from  his parked spot. He didn’t care what the music was, once it made you happy, he was happy. 

The restaurant he took you to was new and Japanese. The hostess took you to an area of the restaurant with less foot traffic. The walls were embellished with a detailed cherry blossom mural and the lighting was dim but not frustratingly dark. Soft music floated through the restaurant; just enough to drown the movement of others without it making it difficult to listen to your partner. It was lovely - he’d done well. 

“I like this place,” you complimented him after you took in the environment. 

“I’m glad,” he proudly smiled. He spent all day taking suggestions from almost everyone at AXA, from players to staff on where the best place to go was, then searched up the top choices to make sure it’d be somewhere you’d like. He settled on this place feeling it was the right choice so he was pleased to see you agreed. 

You both read the menus and settled on what to get just in time for the waitress to come take your orders. 

“Oh I forgot to tell you, my mum called me today,” you started your story. 

“What about?” Trent took a sip of his drink. 

“She wants me to come to Madrid,” you sat back in your seat with a little frown. 

“To visit?” 

“Yeah and well to spend time with her,” you explained. 

“That sounds nice,” Trent made you sigh. 

“No, not nice,” you tried to get him on your page. 

“How is it not nice?” 

“Cause she’s my mum,” Trent’s confusion visibly grew. 

“You love your mum, I don’t understand,” Trent felt like he missed things you said despite having heard all your words. 

“I do love her but that doesn’t mean I want to go live under her roof in Madrid right about now,” you tried to give him clarity but you only confused him more. 

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know what the issue is,” he admitted and you smiled a bit as he held his hands up and sat back in his chair. 

“Okay, yes I love mum but right now she and I are a bit at odds about you,” you started and his eyebrows scrunched when you mentioned him, “Well more so about her siding with the boys and their opinion about us dating over me and my feelings,” you gave a clearer explanation, “something she does often,” you added in, half to yourself, half to him. “Anyway, because of that I didn’t tell her I was coming here and I think that upset her,” you admitted. 

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Trent softly questioned. 

“I didn’t want her to be all ‘y/n think about your brothers’ about it so I just told dad and came here,” you answered him.

“Do you think she wouldn’t like me?” Trent asked, feeling like he was the problem in your family dilemma. He knew it was a sore spot for your brothers but he didn’t realise it extended to your parents so deeply. 

“I think she would love you but I don’t think she’s thinking about who I’m dating, I think she’s just thinking Jude and Jobe aren’t happy so y/n needs to be the one to forfeit to keep the peace,” you griped. 

“Oh,” Trent blinked, processing what you were saying, “So what? You think she’s going to try to talk you out of dating me?”

“I don’t know…maybe, maybe not,” you shrugged, “either she will try to talk me out of this or she will try to get super involved - either way she’ll just try to get some control,” you preempted your mother’s playbook. “She’s such a control freak,” you scoffed. Trent watched you scoff and chuckled. 

“Why are you laughing?” you questioned and he continued to lightly laugh. 

“You’re more like her than you think,” he smiled and leaned forward. 

“I am not,” you brushed him off. He tilted his head at you with a knowing look and made you roll your eyes, “I am not!” you shot back at his silent jest. 

“You are, you love control and you are just as soft with your brothers,” Trent flipped the script on you to your dismay. 

“Absolutely not,” you denied. He gave you a challenging look, with a slick smirk on his face showing his lack of belief in your denial, “I am not!” you kept up your side. 

“If you say so but…,” he started to speak but you shot him daggers before he could reiterate his point. “Point is, maybe you should give her a chance - she is your mother after all,” he moved away from targeting you and gave his advice. You sighed and dropped your scowl. 

“Yeah I guess…I mean it’s not like I can say no to Madrid anyway, she’s not the kind of woman who takes no for an answer,” you shifted your drink toward you. 

“I can imagine that,” Trent chuckled and you glared at him, seeing him comparing the two of you once more. He held his hands up in surrender and kept his thoughts to himself. 

Luckily for him, the food came and forced a change of topic. You both focused on the food, sharing among what you ordered and forcing each other to try new things that turned out to be delicious. 

“I wish you could stay longer,” Trent sat back in his seat after swallowing a bite. 

“Me too, but you know life,” you frowned and he nodded. 

“You know you’re always welcome,” he sat up and took your hand that was resting on the table. You smiled and nodded. 

“As soon as I can I’ll be back and well I know it’s difficult but you could always come to my place when you can,” you encouraged him. 

“I don’t think your dad would appreciate that,” he smiled and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“He’s a sweetheart, he’d like you,” you assured him. 

“But is he a sweetheart enough to want me in his daughter’s bed?” Trent raised his eyebrow. 

“Okay, maybe not that sweet,” you laughed, “I never had boys over growing up,” 

“Really?” you surprised him. 

“Yeah, I only hung out with boys in public or like at little parties my friends had,” you recalled your teen days with a smile. 

“So you never had a boyfriend stay over?” he asked and you shook your head no. 

“In school? Definitely not!” you took a sip of your drink. 

“And what about now that you’re older?” 

“Still no, I’d sneak them in like the last guy I was seeing I -,” you started to speak but you cut your loose tongue, before the full story rolled out. You shouldn’t tell Trent about the sneaky stuff you did with Damion. That was definitely not a scab you should pick at. “No, no I can’t - dad’s not crazy about it but it’s like an unsaid kind of thing that it’s not allowed - not even Jude and Jobe could have had girls over after a certain time,” you changed the tune to include your brothers. You did see the twinge of annoyance in Trent’s face when you almost went down a dangerous path but he seemed to brush it off when you diverted. 

“Hmm…well, I guess a hotel will have to work when I get to come see you,” Trent compromised and you smiled.

“Yeah that could work,” you smiled at the idea of him possibly coming to visit you in Birmingham. You felt it more likely you’d be back to Liverpool before then but it was nice to think of the chance to take him around your city the way he had shown you his. 

You finished your meals and Trent encouraged you to order the dessert you were eyeing when you initially saw the menu. You felt full but he said you could order it just to taste. He assured you he’d pay for whatever you wanted.  

“Do you like it?” he asked when you pulled the fork from your mouth. 

“It’s good, you should try,” you offered it to him.

“It’s the season babe, I can’t,” he denied you and you rolled your eyes.

“Ballers,” you grumbled and he laughed. “Can’t believe you’re letting me eat all this sugar alone,” you poke your fork in chocolate dessert for another bite. 

“It’s okay, it’ll help you work off the calories later,” he winked and you again rolled your eyes but this time you couldn’t stop your giggle. “Unless of course you still have me in your black book,” he tested the waters on if you were still on your teasing mission. 

“Depends…you’ve been good so far but the night’s not over yet,” you smirked at him. He chuckled and sat back to watch you. He skirted over your vibrant dark eyes and mischievous smirk and felt a different version of the content he felt when you fell asleep in his arms. This time it was invigorating rather than peaceful. 

“Y/n,” he called for you. 

“Uh-huh,” you looked up to him from where you were previously looking at where to tackle your dessert. 

“You’re a handful but I really really like you,” he smiled at you, admiring you from across the table. Your face burned at his words and you tried to hide your smile with another bite. He leaned forward once more and brought his face closer to yours. “I’m really glad you gave me a chance,” he picked up the second fork and poked it into the dessert. 

“Me too,” your voice quieter than you anticipated as your heart started to beat faster. He brought the fork to his lips and tasted the small portion he picked up. 

“This is good,” he reconnected his eyes with yours and put the fork down. You hummed in agreement and took another bite. You felt a shift in intensity between the two of you and under his current gaze that made you a good kind of nervous. “When you come back, we should come back here,” he suggested and you nodded.

He leaned back once more and Halle’s earlier words that he would definitely ask you to be his girlfriend tonight sparked to the forefront of your mind and you couldn’t get it out. You watched his every move subtle but hawk like for the rest of the night. Every time he spoke you held your breath in anticipation of the conversation going the way you were hoping but unfortunately it didn’t. 

Your hopes significantly fell when he asked for the cheque and pulled out his wallet. You tried to keep your spirits high to match his positive mood but you were masking disappointment behind a smile when he got up and offered you a hand to assist you up from your seat. You wrapped your hand onto his bicep and followed his step out of the restaurant and changed your target. Maybe he would ask when you got home - maybe you’d get home and there would be rose petals everywhere or something like that. 

The car ride over, he spoke about casual things but you struggled to maintain the conversation because your mind was on what type of flowers he would use to decorate the house you were returning to. When you got home, you eagerly jumped out of the car, having convinced yourself of your delusion. Trent felt like he was minutes behind but when he finally got to you he opened the door and held it open for you. 

You stepped into the house with high expectations that rapidly fell. There was nothing there, not even a speck of dust more than you left, let alone a runway of petals. Your shoulders slumped and your lips fell to a frown. 

“You okay?” Trent asked, noticing your body language. 

“Huh? Oh yeah - my feet just hurt,” you lied and started to take off your shoes. 

“Okay, I’m going to get water, do you want anything?” he asked and you shook your head no. He left you in the foyer to go to the kitchen and you huffed. You took yourself upstairs, psyching yourself up that maybe the grand gesture was confined to his bedroom but the dream quickly crashed when you saw nothing by the white bed sheets you left behind on the bed. 

“I guess tonight's not the night,” you frowned and started to take off your jewellery. 

By the time Trent got upstairs you were in the bathroom taking your makeup off. He got ready for bed and waited for you to be done. He smiled when you stepped out of the bathroom with one of his shirts on and your pink bonnet one. He loved the lingerie and of course he loved your body, but seeing you in his clothes was a special type of sexy. He called you over with a flicker of his hand and you crawled into bed next to him at the silent request. You moved into the space next to his chest and  sat on your knees. 

“Yeah?” you asked him. He put his hand on your ass and curved around it, up to push the top of his you had on up. 

“Nothing,” he drifted his hand back down around your ass. You tilted your head toward him and raised your eyebrow. “Just wanted you close,” he smiled, and pushed himself up to rest on his elbow. “You look so good in this,” he pushes the fabric at the side of the top up and let it fall back to rest on your hips. You weren’t feeling necessarily sexy when you put this on but under his praise you felt it. 

“Yeah?” You put your hands on his chest and simultaneously pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. 

“Yeah,” he put his hands firmly on your waist and pushed you down to rest on his growing cock. All the days with you, all the touches, all the sex; and he still was easily excited by you. He couldn’t help it and you loved it. 

You rolled your hips against him, tapping into the moment but when you caught his eyes you were dragged back to the expectations you had at dinner. You were settled in for bed now and he still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. It felt like all the opportunities to ask had passed and you rapidly felt the disappointment of that. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing the shift in your demeanour. You snapped back into yourself and brushed it away.  You weren’t going to beg him to ask. You wanted it but you needed him to want to do it. 

“Nothing, nothing,” you repeated and leaned in and kissed him to bury suspicion. He forgot his question when you kissed him. He wanted to kiss you since before dinner and he didn’t get the chance so now he was eager to savour the opportunity. 

He held you to his body, squeezing you to him with both arms wrapped around your back while kissing you. He kissed you like it was the last time; slow, sensual and scintillating. You moaned into his mouth when he pushed his hips into you and slipped his tongue further into your mouth. You melted into a puddle in his arms, following the pace of his kiss like he was leading you to the fountain of youth. 

In the motions of kissing your clothes peeled off one by one until you were both naked and entangled. 

You moved down his body till you were back in this morning’s position. He watched you with hope in his eyes and you gave him what he desired. This time you didn’t tease him. You licked and stroked him, getting him leaking before you took him fully in your mouth. His head sunk back in his pillow as your throat gripped his length. His soft groans and mutters of your name pushed you to deep throat him until your eyes were wet. You messily popped him out of your mouth and licked the swollen tip - intent on continuing but he reached for you and pulled you up to him. 

Trent gently pushed you to the bed, switching positions for him to now be over you. He kissed you, with an open mouth and an explorative tongue as he slipped his hand down your naked body to your soaked pussy. You jerked as his fingers slipped through your fold down to your opening but you relaxed as he slipped them in. He spent his time playing with you while he kissed you until you were on the edge on his fingers.

“Trent,” you gasped as he pulsed his fingers against a sweet spot. You grabbed and gripped his bicep so tight your nails left a print in his skin. 

“I know baby, you’re doing so good, cum for me,” he pushed you over the edge, keeping the pace despite your body quivering below him. 

You continued to melt into one with the crescendo of both your moans filling the room as the snap of your bodies together increased in pace and intensity .Trent remained over you, his cheek pressed against yours. Your hands wrapped around his biceps, securing him to you. His voice was in your ear; praising you and pushing you to different heights. 

After you both felt from the heights you hit, he stayed inside of you for a bit. His weight laid over yours in a comfortable crush as you softly scratched his back and kissed his ear. 

“You okay?” he lifted his cheek from against yours to look at you. You nodded that you were and put your hand on his cheek. He broke eye contact with you and moved to pull out but you stopped him before he could. “Wait,” you told him and regained his attention. “Not yet,” you stroked his cheek and wrapped one leg over his hip, keeping him still. He chuckled at your reaction and kissed the corner of your mouth. 

“You really like to be like this huh,” he commented on your desire to keep him buried inside of you even after you both had hit the summit and eased back down. 

“I like to be close to you,” You simply answered. He looked at you for more of an explanation, feeling like you were thinking more by the shine in your eyes and you were. You were thinking about how the physical sex was good but it was more than the orgasms, it was more than the full feeling of his cock inside of you. When he was inside of you, when he said your name, when he kissed your lips, You transcended to the skies and you wanted to keep the moment for as long as possible but you didn’t verbalise it. 

“Okay,” he accepted and kissed your cheek. He stayed put, resting his body on yours. You sighed and scratched the back of his neck as more thoughts to the nature of your feelings for him painted your consciousness. 

“Trent,” he lifted his head to look at you once more. He looked at you, waiting for you to speak once more, but you delayed your follow up. 

“Yes love,” he rubbed the side of your body and along your hip, verbally encouraging you to continue, 

“I don’t know if I should say this but…you make me feel like I’m on a cloud when I’m with you…you take me to a place no one has before and I’m really happy you’ve come into my life,” you stunned him with your confession, “you’re a really beautiful person inside and out and you’re so good to me…I’m just really grateful to have met you,” you continued to pour your heart out and sent him further into shock. It took him so long to gather any words to respond as your overt affirmation that you started to feel awkward for saying it. You wanted to say something but in a wave of emotion the words poured out in a way you probably wouldn’t have if you took the time to calculate it and now you were worried you shouldn't have. “Nevermind,” you muttered and looked away. 

“No no,” he quickly found his words when he saw you recoil. “I…I appreciate that y/n…I’m grateful to have met you too,” he cupped your face in his hand, “I’ve told you before but I do want a future with you and I want to treat you well…all I want is to make you happy,” he stroked his thumb against your cheek and made you smile. You reached out for him and pulled him down to hug him. 

“You do make me happy,” you assured him in your embrace. 

You stayed in comfortable silence again, in a relaxed embrace until you both decided it was time to part and get cleaned up. He was gentle with you for the rest of the night, kissing you softly and pulling you to his chest to cuddle you. For the most part you felt good as you shut your eyes. You felt good about what you shared with him and you felt reassured he also had deep feelings for you but the niggle of his lack of official commitment at this stage still gnawed at a corner of your mind. You sighed and told yourself things would happen in the way they should and tried to ignore the pestering thought. He was open about wanting to have a future with you so you just had to put faith in those words. It felt right being with him, so you had to trust your gut it was right. 

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Winning a trophy at City is like losing your virginity to a prostitute

The Sweetest Taboo part 9 - 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: 9.3 K

Note: I went back and forth with this for a bit but I really tried to finish for today and not fall to far off track. I could have edited this a bit more but I'd be too late. I might comb through this more after posting but I hope you enjoy this part.

Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

The next couple days with Trent were really good. You asked him to take you on a tour of the city one evening when he finished training early. You asked to go with him mostly because your dad started to ask about what you were up to and you needed photo evidence you were actually doing things that didn’t involve Trent’s bed. You still hadn’t openly told your dad you were staying with Trent so you needed to make sure your half truth had support. Trent made sure to give you a good tour though, he took you to various places he liked and spoke about his experiences there. The tour turned from what you thought would be obligatory to a lovely insight into his life and childhood. 

Toward the end of the day he took you to the neighbourhood he grew up in and showed you the house and the park he played football in growing up. He parked the car and the two of you got out and walked around the area a bit. You walked beside him, holding his hand as he pointed out things like where his friends lived and the house who’s window they broke with a forceful kick of the ball. 

“The lady who lived there was so mad, we all offered to pay to fix the window but she didn’t make us pay in the end,” Trent laughed about it. 

“How old were you?” 

“About 9,” 

“How were you going to pay?” you laughed.

“No clue, but we were panicking,” Trent laughed along, “Luckily, she forgave us,” he smiled at the memory. 

The two of you continued to explore the town until it was dark. On your way home, you reminded him he never made the chocolate fondant for you. You joked that he must have been lying about being able to bake it and he took that as a dare. He stopped in the shop and bought all the ingredients he would need and swore to you it would be the best thing you ever tasted. You teased him that you weren’t convinced and that just seemed to make him more motivated. 

When you got home he went straight to the kitchen. He rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie and got to baking. You sat and watched him go through the process, teasing him where you could about his technique.

“You’re going to eat your words when you taste this,” he retorted to your jabs, making you laugh. He seemed confident so instead of trying to rattle him with banter you instead tried to rattle him with distraction. You got off your seat and went over to join him. You swiped your finger in the chocolate mix and put it in your mouth. He watched you with a glare as you slowly licked the chocolate off. He knew what you were trying to do. 

“What?” you smirked and kissed his cheek. He rolled his eyes and ignored you as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“I’m working,” he acted like this was his job. 

“You need to relax,” you rubbed his shoulders. 

“I know what you’re doing,” he ignored you. 

“I’m just assisting you,” you dropped your hands and put them under his hoodie and on to his skin. 

“You can assist me by having a seat,” he tried to ignore you but you lightly scratched your nails against his back and made him lose focus. You smirked feeling him tense up under your hands. He hadn’t verbally said it yet but you could tell he liked to be scratched. It always got him hot and bothered. 

“Or I could assist you someway else,” you moved your hands around his waist to the front, gliding them down the path of his cut v lines. 

“Uh uh,” he put down the spoon he was mixing the batter with and pulled your hands off of him. “Go sit,” he pulled you off and pointed for you to go sit back down. You laughed but followed his instruction. 

You stayed in your seat the rest of the process. When the chocolate fondant was ready it surprisingly looked the part. 

“Wow,” you commented as he put it in front of you. 

“Told you, taste it,” he encouraged you and you did. Shockingly, it was delicious. 

“Hmm,” you hummed as the chocolate melted in your mouth, “You know what - you did go,” you openly praised him, “I’m impressed,” he grinned at your comment. 

“Thank you,” he sat back, proud of himself. 

“I might have to make you the house husband at this rate,” you joked and he laughed. 

“I wouldn’t mind it - I think I’d do good staying home and taking care of our babies,” he smiled. You couldn’t help but get giddy over the thought of your babies in his arms. 

“Yeah I think it would suit you,” your cheeks hurt with the smile on your lips. Trent mirrored your bliss and pulled you in for a soft short kiss, making your cheeks burn more than they already were. 

The following day was Trent’s match day. The morning of he left you in a bed, departing with a kiss to your cheek before you’d fully woken up because he had to meet up with the team to then travel to the ground together. When you fully woke up you sent him a text of encouragement and got yourself breakfast. It was an afternoon game so you had some time but you still ended up getting ready well before because you wanted to look cute. You did your hair and your makeup and then debated between several iterations of your match day outfit until you decided it would be cutest to style up his shirt. You came here for him, you might as well wear his name to the game. 

Trent sent a car for you that picked you up and took you to Anfield. You were no stranger to football stadiums but you still enjoyed the experience. You made your way to Trent’s box which was fortunately empty when you got there. You looked around a bit and then went out to the seats to take some photos of the pitch. You sent a few to your dad to add to the farce that you were checking off a list of activities on your Liverpool getaway. Once you pressed send, you stepped back into the box but this time you weren’t alone. 

“Oh, hi,” you announced your presence and gained the attention of the little family. “Oh hey, y/n right?” the man who you were sure was Trent’s brother Tyler greeted you. You nodded and confirmed your name. “I’m Tyler, Trent’s brother and this is my wife Liv and this little one is Aura,” he smiled at the bright eyed baby looking at you from her mother’s arms. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you hugged them both, “Trent’s told me so many good things about you,” you smiled. 

“You as well…I was shocked to hear he was dating Jude’s sister but he seems really happy since you’ve met,” Tyler made your smile bigger. 

“My brothers were equally as shocked but that’s good to know,” you gleamed. You chatted with Tyler and Liv for a bit, getting to know them and hearing about Trent through their eyes. It was interesting because you didn’t know any of Trent’s friends other than your brothers. Your brothers loved Trent but they didn’t love you and Trent together so they didn’t speak fondly about Trent with you any more. It was nice to hear about him from another view. 

“Does he like being an uncle?” you asked, putting your eyes on the little girl who was tugging at her little liverpool shirt. 

“He loves it, he comes over whenever he can and plays with her, feeds her bottles, he’s got the changes down really well now,” Liv chatted with you. 

“It’s like he’s a single dad when he’s there, he wants to do everything,” Tyler added making you giggle, “Marcell is still like a little scared to do things with Aura but Trent’s on it,” 

“Yeah, Trent was practising nappy changes before she was born, he won the little competition at the baby shower,” Liv laughed. 

“He loves to win,” you laughed with her. 

“Oh absolutely,” she smiled. You continued to fall into easy conversation with them before the game but in the back of your head you were lost in the images of Trent with the baby and what he’d be like with your baby someday. It melted your heart to know he was so dedicated and eager to be involved with his niece. 

You were having such a good time with Tyler and Liv that you were one of the last to take your seats but you made it in time to see Trent lead the team out. It made you so proud to see him with that captain’s armband on his bicep that you snapped a pic like a mother would. The game went on and Trent was doing well. You barely took your eyes off him the entire game, whether he had the ball or not. You’d seen countless games of football but something about watching him play hit differently. It invigorated something new in you. You were on the edge of your seat the entire game interchanging between soft whispers of encouragement and shouts of complaints at tackles against him. When he missed a chance you felt it as heavily as if it were you who missed it and when he got an assist you celebrated like it was you who won. You couldn’t speak to the entire team’s performance but Trent? You could write a book on his every move during the game. 

After the game Trent came to meet the four of you in the box in his grey liverpool tracksuit and a smile on his face. He smiled at you when he walked in but he greeted his family who was closer first; giving his brother and sister in law a hug and pinching his niece’s cheeks to make her giggle. He moved toward you and you sprung up and into his arms. He gave you a tight hug and instinctively pecked your lips before fully letting you go. 

“Hi,” he smiled at you. 

“Hi,” you giggled. You’d been with him all week but you still felt the butterflies when he held you. 

“You look beautiful,” Trent said into your ear as he moved beside you and put his arm around your waist. You smiled and put your arm around his waist and leaned into his hold. Tyler started to speak to him about the game and Trent locked into that conversion. He mostly listened and you watched him fall into the younger sibling role you’d never seen him in. You’d been in Tyler’s shoes many times, seeing as you were the oldest of your own little tribe. You watched intently seeing Trent this way because you’d only either only seen him as a big brother to your own brothers or as your man. You learnt much more about him than you thought you would have from a  match day but with each piece of the puzzle you felt more attracted to him. 

After Trent’s long chat with Tyler that you spent leaning on Trent’s side, Trent tugged you closer and told you it was time to go. You stood up straight and followed in his steps to say your goodbyes to his family. He then took your hand and led you out of the box to his car. The car ride home he played his music and softly sung along while driving. You kept finding yourself watching him; watching the way his big hands moved on the steering wheel, the way he bit his lip between singing the lyrics and the way he dropped his hand on to your thigh whenever he took one off the wheel. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. 

“You okay?” Trent glanced at you, slapping your thigh gently and giving it a squeeze before letting it go grab the wheel to turn on to another street. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“You sure? You’ve been quiet,” he put his hand back on your thigh. 

“Yeah…just thinking,” you shrugged. 

“About what?” you paused, trying to find the words for all what you were thinking and feeling. 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” you brushed it off instead. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself with how deep you were thinking about his simple actions. You were glad he accepted that answer with a pat to your knee and continued to drive you two home. 

When you got there he said he was tired and wanted to rest in bed. Despite it being a bit early for bed you had no complaints about that. You missed his cuddles this morning, you were happy to spend the rest of the evening in bed with him. Your eagerness translated into you stripping your clothes and jumping into bed before he’d even got his watch off. You watched him slow down and seemingly drift away into his own head as he slowly removed his watch from his wrist. 

“You looked so good today,” you spoke, trying to get his attention. 

“Yeah? Could you see from the box well?” Trent finally took off his watch and put it on the dresser. “It was a good game, although I think I could have gotten a goal, I missed a good chance,” he spoke to you but also to himself as he continued to undress. “Maybe if I hit it more on the edge it would have curved better,” he started to speak more to himself, obviously lost in his own world as he pulled his pants off his legs. 

“You were great, you got an assist,” you tried to reassure him and get his focus back on you. He didn’t budge, he stood in his boxers, his body half turned to you with his hands on his hips. His eyes were on the floor but you could see his mind was at Anfield. “Trent,” you called for him and he didn’t move. He was like a stone sculpture. 

“Trent,” you called again to no avail. “Babe!” you near shouted and he snapped out of his bubble. 

“Yeah?” he turned to you and started to move toward you. You opened your arms for him and he planted himself into your arms and on top of your body. 

“The game is done, you can think about it another day,” you looked into his eyes now that his face was hovering over yours. 

“Easier said than done,” he moved down to lay his head on your chest. 

“You had a good game, why are you worrying?” you stroked your hand over his hair and internally reminded yourself to remind him to cover it. 

“I’m not, I’m just thinking,” he tried to minimise it. 

“Well why are you thinking so hard?” 

“I can’t get it out of my head,” he confessed into your chest. You sighed and stroked his back. You felt the tension in his body below your hand and realised this headspace he was in really wasn’t going to go away that easily. 

“Okay…tell me what you’re thinking,” you encouraged him, realising you needed to let him have his moment. 

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he attempted to retreat to spare you. 

“No, tell me, at least get it off your chest,” you continued to encourage him. Trent stayed quiet for a little bit longer before nodding and rolling his body to the side of you. 

“It was a good game but I did lose a couple duels and I hate that feeling and then I was sure Darwin was going to get on this ball I passed but he didn’t and I’m not going to lie I was frustrated but in the end I got an assist so that’s fine but the goal …I should be having more shots but that one I could have banged it and it just didn’t sit right,” he started to let out all the thoughts in his head with paired movement of his hands. He continued, chatting about his thoughts on the tackles, the tactics, the opposition, the goals scored and the goal conceded. He spoke for nearly twenty minutes with minimal input from you. You mostly nodded your head and hummed in response to him. It wasn’t a conversation, it was an outlet for him to vent and although this really was not your plan when you got into bed waiting for him to join, you didn’t mind. He obviously needed a space to speak and you were happy to listen. 

“Yeah so I guess next time I’ll just work on it,” he concluded and laid on his back with his hands resting on his chest. 

“It’ll work out,” you hoped you were soothing him. He turned his body to the side to face you and put his arm around your body, tugging you a bit to him. 

“How was the game for you?” he asked, his tone finally sounding light again. 

“Fun, the atmosphere was a vibe and your family was really nice,” you smiled at him, “and baby Aura! What a cutie,” you smiled bigger. 

“Yeah she’s a gem, I’m glad she could come,” Trent stroked your side, his eyes following the movement of his hand. 

“Uh huh…,” you watched him before continuing, “would you want your babies to see you play?” you tested the waters with the topic. You couldn’t help but think about bringing your own babies to Anfield dressed in little red liverpool kits when you saw Trent’s niece today and you wanted to get a feel for how Trent felt about kids. 

“Yeah, that would be nice someday,” his thumb stroked the side of your belly. 

“How many do you want?” you softly pushed the topic. 

“Not sure…at least two I think, I wouldn’t want them to be alone,” his eyes still trained on your skin he was caressing. You smiled, pleased with the knowledge he did want kids someday. You weren’t ready now but you would have felt a bit heartbroken if he said he didn’t want any. 

“I’d like a big family,” you added, and he lifted his eyes to look at you. 

“Can I say something crazy?” he asked and you nodded with the question on your face about what he wanted to say. “I could see us being a family some day,” he continued and you were instantly filled with butterflies. 

“You think so?” you put your hand on his cheek. 

“Yeah…I can’t really explain the feeling but life feels good with you,” he spoke from the heart and made yours swell. You pulled yourself to him and kissed him. He kissed you back but let you lead the soft kiss until you slowly pulled away. 

“Life feels good for me too when I’m with you,” you held his face, stroking your thumb against his cheekbone. He pulled you closer, making your body press against his and kissed you. 

You expressed your feelings in action rather than words after his lips touched yours. He slowly massaged his hand up your back while kissing you and you did the same to him. You kissed, your lips and tongues dancing together for an eternity while you discarded the clothes you still had on. Trent pulled you under him and laid over you and wrapped one leg around his waist and pushed your hips into his hard cock. 

“I want you,” you spoke against his lips. He drifted his hand between your bodies and slid his fingers over your pussy and slowly into you. You sighed in pleasure at the pressure. He watched your face and gently pumped his fingers into your body, slowly working you up and making your eyes fall into the back of your head. The tease of it made you rock your hips in the small space between the two of you to get more. 

He leaned into you, resting a bit more of his weight on to your body and kissed your cheek. You held his head beside yours and pushed your hips into him. “More, I want you now,” you whisper to him. 

“You sure?” he asked because your pleasure was always his priority. He could feel how wet you were but he didn’t want to rush you. 

“Yes, I want you inside of me,” you more plainly told him, bringing his face to look at you. He nodded and kissed your lips, swallowing your whine as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. You felt him line up with you and whimpered in anticipation. He pulled away from your kiss, only to take his cock in his hand, pushing it to guide it into your body. You grabbed him as you felt him slip in, pulling him back to kiss you as he pushed all of him into you. 

You wrapped both legs around him, pinning him close at his head and hips to you. He rocked his hips into you and you met him with synchronised rolls of your hips. The heat of your kiss grew and grew until neither of you could focus enough to keep kissing. The kiss of his cock into deep corners of your body made your body shake and he equally fought to keep composed at the grip of pussy around him. You were both tethering on the edge as soft breathless whimpers and moans escaped both of your lips. However, they could barely be heard over the song of your bodies moving together. 

“I want you to cum inside baby,” you told him because you wanted to keep him blended with you. You didn’t want him to pull out. His eyes widened a bit at your request and his hips slowled a beat in surprise at the demand. He had before but you were not usually so verbal about it. You noticed his pause and the words of encouragement flowed out of you in response.  “I need you to fill me up T,” your brain switched to another mode, a carnal state, “Make me yours, fill me up,” your words made his cock twitch inside of your warmth, “Fill me up like you mean it…like you-,” you words were stopped by the hard jolt of his hips into your body paired with a grunt from the man above you. He couldn’t take it, he held your thighs that were wrapped around him and fucked you hard and deeper, rocking you against the bed and sending you out of your body. 

“Yes baby, fuck yes,” you dug your nails into his back. The scratch of your nails on his skin put his hairs on edge and shot adrenaline into his body. He found new strength to reach deeper into your body and push you to the precipice. “Please, please, fill me, mark me, breed me T,” you weren’t thinking about your words but they hit Trent’s ears like a flame. A switch he didn’t know he had flipped in his body. He lifted your hips up changing the angle to get even deeper into you and pushed you over the edge of that precipice. You yelped, screaming his name as you quivered around him. Your pussy squeezed him so tight he groaned an uninhibited moan of your name as he came harder than he thought he ever had in his life into your body. The warm squirts of cum against your cervix prolonged the quake of your orgasm. Your bodies fell together, weak and limb. He was crushing you but you didn’t care. He was still inside, his cock still pressing against your walls while his chest heaved against yours. 

Too soon he tried to lift his body off yours but you grabbed him, pulling him back. You didn’t want to lose the weight of him on your body. You two stayed there, wrapped up in eachothers arms, still entangled in every way possible until your eyes were droopy and your breath was slow. Trent kissed your shoulder and lifted his head off of you, the first of his slow movement to separate his body from yours. 

He put his hand on his cock one more, this time to guide it out of you slowly to not hurt you. You sighed at emptiness you felt. His eyes caught the slow spill of his cum out of your pussy. He swiped the spill and gingerly pushed his cum back inside of you. You gasped lightly at the replacement of pressure in your body then hummed at the now slow strokes of his fingers inside. He lowered himself along you, placing little kisses to your belly as he continued to stroke his fingers inside of you. His lips continued to lower until they were wrapped around your wet clit. You groaned at the suck of his mouth around the nub and sunk your head into the pillow behind your head. He was gentle, softly sucking and licking at your clit with pumps of his thick fingers in your filled pussy but it was enough to make your back arch and your toes curl. You were still in the clouds before he started to touch you so the swirl of his tongue only pushed you to the stars. It didn’t take long for you to cum on his tongue with a mewl of his name on your lips and your nails digging into his shoulders. He worked you through your high and brought you back down with butterfly kisses to your clit then to your sticky inner thighs and then back up your tummy until his mouth was near yours. 

You pulled him to you, kissing him and tasting the taste of you both on his tongue. He wrapped his arms around your body, sliding his arm between you and the mattress to pull you into him. The two of you kissed until you had no energy left to keep the dance of your tongues alive. 

Trent let you go and dropped on to the bed beside you, giving both of you space to catch your breaths. You laid there for a while, the score of the scene just being the rustle of the trees in the night’s wind. Eventually, Trent got off the bed. You watched him go to the bathroom and return with a damp towel in his hand. You reached your hand out to take it from him but he kept it and did the task for you. He wiped the sticky mess on your skin away with the soft warm towel and placed a soothing quick kiss to lips before parting from you to return the towel to the bathroom. He rejoined you in bed and wordlessly pulled you to him once more. The two of you didn’t speak,  you were both too exhausted. You just fell into sleep in one another's arms. 

The next morning, Trent was awoken by the sting of the notorious iphone ringtone filling his room. He turned on his back, releasing you from the spoon hold he had on you to blindly pat his side table for his phone. He eventually got a grip of it and opened one eye to see who was calling. The screen was black but the noise kept bouncing off the walls. He was mostly asleep but he was cognizant enough to realise it was your phone ringing on the opposite table. Trent dropped his phone on the bed and reached over you for your phone. You were dead asleep, totally unmoved from the loud ring of your phone and the movement of Trent around you. When he got your phone in his hand, it had just stopped ringing and he saw your mother’s name in the missed call notification. He considered waking you to tell you but he figured if it were urgent your mum would call back. Trent reached over you once more, this time to put your phone back on the table beside your side of the bed but before he could rest it down the pink cased iphone rang once more. He thought it must have been your mother so he kept it in his hand, thinking he’d wake you up but this time when his eyes scanned the screen he saw Damion Jackson rather than Denise Bellingham. Trent’s mood immediately shifted. The name alone sparking searing vexation. In a haze of seeing red Trent answered the phone. He swiped across the screen and answered the call. 

“Y/n?” Damion spoke into the phone, calling you by a nickname of your name Trent had never used and now never would. Trent was swift to leave the room, but the delay from your end of the phone was long enough to confuse Damion, “Y/n?” he asked again when he heard silence. 

“I thought I spoke to you about messaging her,” Trent finally and roughly spoke into the phone now that he was in the hallway outside of his room. He’d already closed the door behind him, leaving your sleeping body unaware of his present actions. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Damion asked on hearing the obviously male voice on your side of the phone. 

“Why are you calling my girl?” Trent asked a question of his own, moving further away from his room because he could feel himself getting louder. 

“Your Girl!? Who the hell are you!? Y/n is mine,” Damion boldly tried to claim you. Damion had suspicions you were seeing someone else but he didn’t know who and part of him wanted to believe his suspicions were wrong.  

“Yours? Is that why she’s in your bed right now and not mine?” Trent snappily and sarcastically replied. After the words left his lips, he felt a twinge of regret because he knew you wouldn’t like him revealing you’re in bed with him but he couldn’t help it. The retort slid off the tongue of a raging mind. Damion kissed his teeth, unable to immediately counter Trent because he knew it must be true if Trent was answering your phone so early in the day. 

“Bro, I don’t give a fuck about whatever little fling you think you have with her, she is not yours,” Damion tried to regain his footing on the conversation as well as his stake on you. 

“You don’t have to give a fuck, you just need to fuck off,” Trent jeered and Damion scoffed, “I’ve had enough of you and y/n might be too nice to cut you off but I am not,” Trent maintained control, “If you call, text, snap, DM, fuck even try send a carrier pigeon to y/n one more time I will make sure your life gets so fucked you will have to leave the city,” Trent threatened Damion with intent. 

“You’re chatting shit, you can’t do anything to me,” Damion shook his head, calling Trent’s bluff, “You're just some placeholder mate,” Damion pushed back. Trent’s blood ran hot at Damion’s comment and he immediately snapped back.  

“I could buy your house and your mother’s house and put your whole family out by tomorrow if I wanted to so you better be careful about trying to test me,” Trent’s heart was beating faster and his nose flaring as the territorial fire swallowed him. Trent’s threat took Damion back. Damion didn’t know who he was talking to but he knew you could find a man with money and the knowledge of that made the possibility of Trent’s threat more real. Damion took a breath and weighed his options.  

“Whatever, she’s not worth all of this,” Damion recoiled, lying in his surrender. Trent rolled his eyes. If you weren’t worth it, why was Damion trying so hard for your attention? Trent couldn’t believe you would entertain a man this insufferable. 

“Well then it shouldn’t be hard for you to follow my instructions - don’t speak to her ever again,” Trent ferociously barked his words. He had never been so aggressive outside of the confides of sport  but the entire existence of Damion around your life was driving him crazy. He passed the point of tolerance. Damion folded under Trent’s intimidation and agreed to the terms.

Trent didn’t waste anymore time on him, he ended the call after that. He took a deep breath to calm the edginess that almost made him shake before rejoining you in his room. You were still asleep, aloof and at bliss. All the tension he just had in his body relaxed on seeing you curled on your side, resting in his bed and waiting for him to hold you once more. Trent left his anger at the door and climbed into bed, throwing his arm over your middle, pulling your back into his chest once more. He kissed your cheek and resettled in bed. 

You finally started to stir under his arm and woke from your deep sleep. You turned your head to kiss his arm and pulled his hand to rest on your boob. 

“Morning,” Trent murmured behind your ear. He kissed your shoulder and gently squeezed the mound of your boob in his hand. You sighed at his touch and snuggled into him, wriggling your body to get even closer to him. He closed the inch of space between you two, pressing his hips into your ass and pulling you flush against his chest. “How’d you sleep?” he asked but you were not ready to speak. You instead stroked his arm that was across your body to show you were awake despite shut eyes. He didn’t push the conversation, he stroked his thumb across your covered nipple and placed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. You hummed as his touch as he drifted his hand down your body to the band of your panties. You pushed your ass against him, wordlessly encouraging him. It didn’t take much for him to turn you on. You were already damp and the slide of his fingers into your panties and on to your pussy rapidly increased that state. 

He rubbed little circles on your clit, making you purr in his arms. You started to push down your panties and he pulled them down the rest of the way and tossed them aside. He took his hand off your body to lick his fingers. He coated them with the lubricant of his spit and replaced them back on your pussy, sliding two down to your opening and slowly guiding them in. You withered into a puddle at the pulsing of his dexterous fingers in your pussy. He played with you until you were begging him to slip his cock into your body. When he finally did from his position still spooning you, you moaned his name in pleasure. The sex was languid but perfect; slow, deep strokes of his cock dragging against your walls that gripped him so tight. Your moans were soft and sleepy but building with each press of his cock inside of you. He wanted to make you feel good and he wanted to forget about this morning. He wanted to focus on the two of you. 

“So good baby,” you whispered to him. 

“Who makes you feel good?” he gripped your boob his hand and bottomed out inside of you once more. It was an innocent question from him at first - unweighted. However, you didn’t answer him right away and that unexpectedly irked him. “Say my name,” he pumped his cock in you with more force. He felt a burst of the territorial feelings that overtook him earlier in the morning take over him once more. 

“Tr-Trent,” you voice shook as he started to fuck you harder and harder. 

“Say it,” he demanded with a lounder, almost aggressive tone. He slammed his cock into you, making you grab the sheet and cling to it beneath you. Your stuttered response wasn’t enough, he needed to hear only his name on your lips. 

“Trent! Trent! Fuck,” you shouted his name as he kept snapping his hips into you. 

“That’s it, only me,” he pinched your nipple and made you yelp. He needed you to know you were only his. He destroyed the expectation of slow morning sex with the way he was fucking you now. He pushed you to lie on your tummy and he pushed your thigh up to your side. He pinned you to the bed with his hands at your waist which forced you to arch your ass against him. He buried his cock so deep with each slapping stroke, you felt like he was going to split you. He fucked the breath out of you but still forced you to say his name over and over again. He wasn’t usually that demanding but you played along because he was making you shake under him to a ripping orgasm that also brought on his own. 

After he was oddly quiet. You put it down to fatigue and you went to the bathroom to clean up and brush your teeth. You walked back into the bedroom from the ensuite and sat on the edge of the bed. You reached for your phone on the side table but surprisingly it wasn’t there. 

“Where’s my phone?” you asked, looking around the table that you were sure you put it on last night. Trent’s face fell behind you at your question. He sighed and picked your phone up from the table on his side of the bed. 

“Here,” he held it and you turned to see him with it in his hand. Your face scrunched in confusion because you were sure you put it beside you the night before but you took it anyway. Maybe you didn’t leave it where you thought. “Your mum called,” Trent spoke with a tight tone. You opened your phone to the missed calls log to see when she called but you saw Damion’s name ahead of hers. Damion calling didn’t bother you but the name being in white rather than red, indicating the call was answered made your stomach drop. You looked up and turned your head to Trent, wanting to ask but the words didn’t come. Trent was sat up on his side of the bed, his jaw tight, his brows knitted and lips set in a pursed scowl. You could feel the heat radiating off of him now. You didn’t need to ask - you silently put the likely answer together - Trent must have spoken to Damion. 

“Trent,” you timidly called his name, resting your phone on the bed. He didn’t answer, he didn’t even look at you. “Trent…we should…we should talk,” you reached out and touched his arm but he pulled his arm away instantly, escaping from your touch. 

“What should we talk about y/n?” His head snapped over to you, “the fact that you continued to allow this man access to you when I told you I didn’t like that or the fact that he has no clue you’re with me so you clearly never told him you moved on, or the fact that he thinks you’re his,” Trent got snappy with you. He didn’t know where the heat came from. He didn’t think he was angry with you before but the remainder of the morning’s events sent him back into peak irritation. You were caught like a deer in headlights at his attack. You were trying to process Damion calling, Damion and Trent speaking and Damion potentially saying much more than you would have liked to Trent. You didn’t know what you were trying to tackle because you weren’t sure what they spoke about. All you could see was Trent was visibly livid and that made you presume the worst of the conversion. “Are you going to answer me?” Trent asked in your silence. 

“Wh-what did you two talk about?” you nervously asked, your voice shaking. 

“You obviously,” Trent frostily answered with no elaboration. 

“Why did you answer?” you switched gears, hoping to maybe make him feel guilty about answering your phone and subsequently let the issue go. 

“Why was he calling?” he hit right back and left you unable to respond, “Why was he calling? Why isn’t he blocked? Why are you letting him be able to reach you!?” Trent continued on his path, his tone getting sharper with each question. He flipped the guilt on you and drowned you in it. You couldn’t swim to the surface. 

You physically recoiled and hung your head in shame. He was right, it was your fault Damion even could call you. You never put your foot down really but you hoped the issue would just solve itself. “Y/n, answer me,” Trent demanded but you were still drowned into silence. Your brain was not forming thoughts to respond. “Would you have answered if you were awake? Have you been speaking to him? Is that why he even thinks he can call?” Trent continued to push you under water. 

Trent’s skin was burning now that his temper had snapped. He wished he could have just let it go now that he’d taken care of Damion. He didn’t want to be angry with you but watching you look so guilty with your head down and the corner of your lips caught in your teeth he couldn’t stop the fire. The devil on his shoulder was telling him your visible guilt was a sign you’d been lying and downplaying the Damion situation since the day he found out about him for a devious reason. That little devil was digging deep holes in his trust in you. Damion’s voice calling you by a nickname and saying you were his flashed back into his mind and it dropped a sick feeling into his stomach. Were you giving Damion the validation to believe that was true? Trent couldn’t think straight with that playing on his mind. He wanted you to be his; he thought you two were on the same page but now it was feeling like you were in different books. 

You kept your eyes down, so you couldn’t see him but you could feel the fury coming off of him. Each question dug into you and deepened your guilt. What could you say? That you spoke to Damion recently but it didn’t mean anything? Surely not - even though you felt the conversation was dismissive of Damion, you knew Trent wouldn’t see past you accepting the call. You also didn’t have an answer for why you didn’t block Damion. 

“I don’t know what to say to you right now,” you meekly spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. Trent was silent at first but then a humourless laugh escaped him. You lifted your head to look at him, seeing him laugh and shake his head. You opened your mouth to speak but you didn’t have words. Trent didn’t look your way. He got off the bed and started to walk around it. “Trent,” you called his name as he moved around to your side of the bed. 

“I’m going to training,” he bluntly responded and went into the ensuite bathroom. He closed the door behind him and left you alone. You heavily sighed and dropped back into the bed. You felt even worse when you opened your phone and saw the time stamp for conversation between Trent and Damion was obviously longer than a hi and bye conversation. Your thoughts circled and circled about what to do, how to approach this and importantly how to apologise but when Trent came out of the bathroom he ignored you. He got dressed for training in silence and parted with only a see you later. You never got a chance to get your apology out. 

You remained sunk into the mattress for an hour after he left replaying everything about the morning from the softness of his embrace you woke up in, to the euphoria you felt when your bodies were entangled to the desolation you presently felt in the very same bed. You got out of bed but you never felt better, you felt like a shell the remainder of the day. You were not alert, you were just going through the motions of your responsibilities.  

Later in the day, when you heard the door of the house opening you were sitting on the couch contemplating what to do with a random netflix movie in the background. You heard the jingle of Trent’s keys and the shuffling of him removing his shoes from beyond your sight but you were too worried to approach him just yet. He moved into the house and when you first laid eyes on him he was stepping into the kitchen. You watched him go to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. You weren’t sure if he saw you and was ignoring you or if he hadn't noticed you at all. He gulped down half a bottle of the water, still facing the fridge before closing it and turning to your direction. He laid eyes on you and sighed before starting to walk toward you. You sat up and unfolded your legs from under you to rest them on the floor. Trent didn’t say anything, he silently entered the living room and sat in a chair adjacent to you. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes nor did you make eye contact. He seemed calm but detached. You debated if to speak first or if to wait for him. You waited and waited but he just sat there, looking ahead - stoic and lost in thought.

“How was training?” you finally spoke, your voice elevated in pitch as your anxiety took control. 

“Good,” he curtly answered. 

Another wave of silence hit the room. You sat back, your knee anxiously bouncing as you watched him continuing to think to himself. He finally broke his thought, took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat. “I need an explanation. I’ve thought about it, about letting it go, about ignoring it but I can’t - I need an explanation,” Trent turned his head to you and clearly spoke. He wasn’t aggressive, he wasn’t loud. He was measured but you still felt your nerves ripple under your skin at his question but you nodded, agreeing to his request. You needed to make things right. 

“I didn’t know Damion would call, but uh…I didn’t know and I don’t know what you spoke about but I promise Trent I haven’t given Damion any idea that he and I are still a thing,” you hoped you were regaining Trent’s affection. Trent listened but couldn’t help but cringe at you saying Damion’s name. 

“Why didn’t you tell him about me?” Trent sharply asked, folding his arms. 

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered to answer. 

“You don’t know?” Trent scoffed, “fucking hell,” he shook his head, looking away from you. 

“You don’t have to be so rude with me,” you frowned. 

“Rude!? I'm rude!” He turned his head and attention back to you, “You’re sleeping in my bed every night and next man is calling you at 7 in the morning and I’m rude!?” he snapped and you sighed. You really didn’t have a leg to stand on to defend yourself. 

“I’m sorry…I…I should have shut it down sooner,” you admitted. 

“You should have, you should have shut it down after LA, you should have shut it down when I asked you to be exclusive, you should have shut it down when you came here, you should have shut it down when I told you I didn’t want him to have access to you - you had multiple chances to shut it down but you didn’t,” he laid out the fault in your actions for you to painfully see. You sighed and dropped your head in response. 

In another situation, you would have walked away from this. You would have thrown your hands up and said you had yourself and you didn’t need to go through this back and forth with a man but you didn’t want to lose Trent so you couldn’t do that. You caused this mess and now you had to find a way to fix it. 

“I was wrong not to,” you accepted. “I’m really sorry but I promise nothing is going on with Damion, I want you,” you tried to reassure him. 

“How do I know there are not other Damions? Other men you’re keeping on the shelf,” Trent showed he was not at all reassured. 

“There aren’t,” you answered and he sighed, “I could give you my phone if you want, I could sit here and go over in detail every guy I’ve ever spoken to, kissed, slept with,” Trent cringed at the mention of sex with other men, “I could do all of that and whatever else you need but…ultimately you’d just have to trust you’re the one I want to be with,” you concluded. You didn’t want to hide anything but you knew in your heart the issue was between the two of you, no amount of password codes could truly fix a trust issue. 

Trent sat with that for a minute before sighing and standing up from his chair. You looked up at his standing form and took a breath in anticipation for whatever he was going to say. He bit his lip and looked across through the window, again, visibly in thought. “Can you trust me?” you asked him and regained his attention. 

“Can I trust you?” he put the question back to you. You stood up and took steps to meet him where he stood. You tentatively took both his hands in either of yours and breathed an internal sigh of relief when he let you touch him. You looked up to meet his saddened brown eyes and felt a knot form in your throat. You never intended to injure what you and Trent had like this but it was obvious he was hurt. 

“I know I upset you,” you started and he huffed in confirmation of that assumption. You bit your lip and tried to push through what you wanted to say regardless of his reaction, “but I want to be with you, I want to make this right,” you stepped a step closer. Trent looked at you, his face unchanged but his eyes shifting to a softer look with you. “I don’t want to lose you, tell me what I have to do to fix it,” you kept your eyes on him. He sighed and entangled your fingers with his, dropping the tension in his shoulders and the tightness in his expression. 

“I don’t want to lose you either,” he confessed, making a little smile tug at your lips, “but I can’t forget about this over night,” he reminded you of the riff you caused. 

“I know,” you nodded and accepted the consequence of your action. He looked at you in front of him for a moment, looking back at him with glossy apologetic eyes and he sighed in defeat. He couldn’t stay mad any longer. 

“Come here,” he pulled you into a tight hug. You instantly relaxed in his hold and sighed in relief. You two stood there in a tight embrace for a few minutes before you pulled your head back to look at him. 

“Can I get a kiss now?” you asked, testing the waters. He smiled, settling your nerves. 

“Of course,” he held your face and kissed you. His lips slotted perfectly with yours and reignited your spark that was very much still there despite the woes of the day. You’d both been through lows of emotion all day but now in each other arms, in the close embrace of a gentle kiss those problems felt distant. In his arms you felt reassured that you could get through this hurdle and continue to build what you two had. 

“Did you eat?” Trent asked when he pulled away from the kiss, holding your face in his hand. You shook your head no and he let go of your face. You didn’t have the appetite to eat during the day nor the energy to cook. “Let’s get you something,” he took your hand and pulled you to the kitchen. 

Trent started the dish but you ended up taking over and he just assisted. You ate lunch and the two of you cuddled on the couch, watching the same random netflix movie over the the start so you could really see what happened. The day went on and you didn’t revisit the argument. It was like new and you were grateful for that. You loved being with him and you didn’t want to lose him. You knew what you had was special because even little things like the feeling of being in his arms while he overly explained his thoughts on the plot of a simple netflix movie made your heart smile. 

Before bed that night you made sure to block Damion on everything, not wanting to risk his interference in your relationship any further and mostly to respect Trent’s wishes. You were truthful in your promise to him, you were going to do whatever it took to regain his trust. When Trent got into bed he pulled you to him and turned a quick peck into a passionate, deep kiss. He had you pulled against his chest with his hand under your shirt and pressed against your back. The kiss was increasingly desperate and you could barely catch your breath due to his control over the pace of your mouths moving together. It had your heart beating and your pores raised but then he suddenly pulled away. 

“Why did you stop?” you asked, seeing him lie on his back and take his hands off of you. 

“We can’t have sex tonight,” he put both his hands on his chest. 

“Why not?” you immediately questioned. 

“Babe…,” he turned to face you, “Last night I wanted to put a baby in you and then this morning I threatened a man's whole family over you, not to mention I considered driving to Birmingham after training just to physically beat his ass,” he left you slack jawed at his confessions, “I need a break from the power you have over me,” you watched him in confession. You weren’t sure how to feel about his conclusion. 

“Do you not want me?” you frowned. 

“I want you, I always want you,” he put his hand on your hip and squeezed it, “I can’t put into words how much, but…tonight I need a break,” he let go of your body once more and laid on his back. Your frown deepened in a  show of displeasure at his persistence with this ludicrous idea. You tried to change his mind, thinking ending the day with sex would seal the envelope on your reconciliation but Trent didn’t budge. He ignored your touches and your kisses. He’d been through the washer of emotions because of you and he felt he needed to sleep on everything with a clear head - no matter how bad he wanted to touch you. 

You didn’t take his rejection well, you even tried putting your hand in his boxers to tempt him but he took it back out and firmly reminded you he was not having sex with you tonight. You gave up with a huff and turned your back to him. For a minute he let you fume but then he wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back to his chest. He kissed your shoulder and wished you sweet dreams then cuddled you tightly. You couldn’t go to bed mad after that. You settled in his embrace and let the peace of sleep in his arms take you. If one night off sex was going to make him forgive and forget so you two could get back on track then you could sacrifice. He could have this win. 

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darwin the saviour

liverpool's knight

pls i lost hope and checked out next thing you know i get liverpool's goal notification

VAMOS DARWIN MY BOYYYY

I'm convinced liverpool has an allergy of scoring in the first half like come on now move them legs and score and save me the stress

So if you guys didn't realise it yet we are in a world war specifically world war 3

I saw a lot of people talking how this thing is gonna cause world war or that thing or bla bla bla

Like you're not gonna be sitting down watching the news and the reporters will be like oh today Wednesday 28th February world war 3 will start . it started already

Because we didn't live in war before we just read about ig and we watched a few movies most of us don't realise we're in war some of us are in a denial because we're waiting for bodies to be flying over our heads dismembered and to be hearing bombs and bullets 24/7 and to be locked up in our houses while the men were forced to go fight

It's 2024 wake up that's not how the war works forget about movies

The reason why i'm stressing this matter is because no one knows which country will fall apart next . They're benefiting from the the fact that you're unware and ignorant and one day we will regret it deeply

Trent babes i know you're traumatised from that stalker but can you post something you guys literally won a cup

i love when trent gives us some thigh action

The Sweetest Taboo part 8 - 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: 10.4 K

Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

It was part of their daily routine for your parents to speak over the phone in the mornings. Your mum always wanted to know what was going on with the house, with you and Jobe and of course with your Dad. Your dad wasn’t the best with updates but he would never miss her call. 

“What about y/n? She’s doing okay with work?” your mum asked, not having heard anything about what you were up to from Mark. 

“Oh actually, y/n went to Liverpool this week so she’s not here,” Mark off handedly answered, as if that wasn’t important information. 

“She went to Liverpool?” she asked, not having been aware you planned to leave Birmingham. 

“Yeah she drove up there yesterday, she said she got there okay,” Mark continued, thinking that was enough explanation because that was the bulk of what he knew.  

“Who did she go with?” Denise inquired, hoping her husband actually knew and didn’t just let you go off to Liverpool with no further information. 

“By herself,” Mark made your mum sigh when he met the expectation of not knowing. 

“So she just randomly went to Liverpool alone?” Denise questioned the clearly strange situation that she presumed Mark didn’t question when you told him of these plans. 

“Well no, she said she was going to visit Trent - you know Trent right? Jude’s friend,” your dad remained simplistic about it. The added nugget of information almost made Denise’s eyes pop out of her head. 

“She went to see her boyfriend and you didn’t think to tell me about that?” Denise sat up surprised. 

“Is he her boyfriend? She didn’t say that - she said they were friends and she was going to visit him and Liverpool,” Mark shrugged, having believed it was a casual trip you went on. Denise rolled her eyes at his naivety. 

“Where is she staying?” Denise asked, hoping he at least knew that. 

“I don’t know but she’s good at planning, I’m sure she’s got it sorted,” he remarked and Denise sighed. All these years together and it still shocked her how blasé he could be. The problem was he trusted you too much. He always had it in his head that you were perfect from when you were a little girl to now at your adult age and therefore he didn’t question your moves. 

“So you don’t know where she is?” Denise pinched her nose bridge, trying to stay calm about it. 

“She's in Liverpool,” Mark stated the obvious. In his head, you were safe and you knew what you were doing. 

“Mark!” Denise snapped at his nonchalance. 

“What?” he questioned his wife’s outrage, he didn’t think it was a big deal.  

“Oh my days, you really saw our daughter leave the house to go all the way to Liverpool and you didn’t ask where she’s staying or who she’s with!?” Your mum ranted. 

“She doesn’t need me in her business and I thought she would tell you more if there was more,” he explained his innocence and heard Denise heavily sigh. “I’m sure she’s fine, she can handle herself,” Mark tried to reassure her. 

“I know that but it’s not an everyday thing and…well…She didn’t tell me,” Denise felt a bit left out and a touch jealous you told your dad and not her. She knew that obviously you would tell Mark because you lived with him but it felt a little purposeful that you didn’t tell her. She called all of the time, why hadn’t it come up? 

“Maybe it slipped her mind, besides she lives with me she couldn’t exactly disappear for a week and not tell me,” Mark tried to reassure her that him being informed wasn’t special, sensing the upset tone from his wife. 

“Yeah I guess that’s it,” Denise shrugged, trying to focus on that possibly rather than the fact you didn’t tell her. 

Jude came down ready to go to training and Denise got off the phone with Mark to drop your brother to training like she did everyday. Most of the drive she was thinking about you and your secret trip to Liverpool. She eventually decided to ask Jude if he knew and if it was only her in the dark. 

“Jude, did you know your sister was going to Liverpool this week?” Denise asked Jude in the middle of silence between them. The only noise in the car ride to training being Jude’s playlist over the radio. 

“What?” Jude asked, wondering if he really heard that. He lowered the music because he was sure he misheard. You and Liverpool in the same sentence? No way he heard that. 

“Y/n, your dad said she’s gone to Liverpool for the week - did you know?”  Denise asked again. 

“She’s in Liverpool right now? Like with Trent?” Jude asked in sustained disbelief despite hearing his mum clearly. 

“I presume so, your dad only really knows she went there and said she was going to visit Trent.” Denise explained what she knew as she drove. 

“No, I didn’t know she was going,” Jude sat in his seat fuming. Denise sighed, not liking the idea that you didn’t tell half your family you left town for a week. Jude was more concerned about the fact you were likely spending an entire week alone with Trent.  He hadn’t arrived yet, but he was ready for training to end because he was going to call you as soon as he got home. 

Trent woke up with your head on his chest and your arm wrapped around his middle, feeling most at peace. He gingerly put his arm around you to rub your bare back under the covers and kissed your satin covered head. He wished he could stay like this all day but he had to get the training. He so badly  didn’t want to leave you, that he thought about bringing you to work with him. 

“Baby,” he spoke to you, kissing your head once more and pulling you a bit closer to him. You didn’t move, you were sound asleep against his chest. He sighed and debated if it would really be so bad if he showed up late to training today. He laid his head on his pillow for a while longer, stroking your thigh that laid over him and keeping you close to him. He grabbed his phone from the side table and sighed at the time. He really needed to get out of bed if he wanted to make it to training on time. 

“Y/n,” he called for you, a little louder this time. You still didn’t stir so he turned his body to yours. The movement brought your naked chest to his and allowed him to roam his hand over your shoulder and down your back. “Baby,” he said again, pressing his lips to your forehead with his whisper. You wriggled a bit, a sign you were not fully asleep. He didn’t want to startle you so he pressed more soft kisses against your face; your forehead, over your shut eyes, the bridge of your nose, all in an attempt to gently wake you. You smiled as he continued to kiss on your skin, waking up to his touch. You were still sleepy but you tilted your face up a bit, pouting your lips to encourage him to kiss your lips. He smiled at your sleepy gesture and placed a few soft pecks to your lips. “I have to go to training,” he said between kisses which instantly made you frown. You shook your head no and pulled yourself closer to him by the arm you had around his body. Trent chuckled at your clinginess and hugged you back before repeating himself. He really did need to go - no matter how much he wanted to stay. You groaned about it and rolled onto your back, finally letting him go. Trent kissed your cheek and got out of bed, watching you as you cuddled the pillows instead of him and dozed back into sleep. He fought the urge to climb back in next to you and went to start his day instead. You on the other hand couldn’t stay awake, it had been a long day and night for you- you needed some recovery. 

Trent got ready for the day and came to sit on the bed perpendicular to your sleeping body once he was ready to go. He reached an arm out to you, caressing his thumb across your cheek before leaning in to kiss your lips. You woke to his touch, smiling when he pressed his lips to yours once more. 

“Stay,” you opened your eyes to see him as he pulled away. 

“I can’t, but I’ll be back later - I’ll come straight home,” he promised but you stil sighed in disappointment. You sat up, holding the cover to your chest under your arms to get closer to him. 

“I could make you breakfast,” you took one of his hands in two of yours. 

“I’ll eat at training, I ordered something for you though - it’ll be here soon,” he watched you play with his hand and flipped your hand in his, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. “Call me if you need anything okay,” he dropped your hand and leaned in to kiss your forehead. You nodded and laid back in the bed when he got up. He told you a couple more things like what the security code on the door was and to call him with what you wanted for lunch but you were not fully awake so you told him to just text you whatever he was saying. 

You fell back into a light sleep when Trent was gone, mostly just resting your eyes but the ring of your phone snapped you back into reality. You blindly picked up the phone and through one half open eye you saw Damion’s name on the screen. You groaned but answered the call. 

“Hello,” you put the phone to your ear, with your eyes closed again. 

“Where you at?” Damion abrasively asked into the phone. 

“In bed, why are you calling me?” you asked, rubbing your hand over your eye. 

“Because you messaged me some cryptic shit last night,” he brought up Trent’s message you’d long forgotten. You opened your eyes and looked at the chat with Damion to remind yourself what he was talking about. 

 Message my girl one more time and you’ll be hearing from me. 

You saw the message from your end of the message thread. It was followed by Damion asking a series of things like who are you? Wtf is this? y/n- answer me. You didn’t notice his replies last night because after Trent sent that and you got into bed with him the night went from comforting cuddles to him fucking you from behind like he had a point to prove. The kiss of his cock to your g-spot wiped your memory of this whole exchange so you were shocked to see it now. 

“Oh…I see,” you put the phone back to your ear. 

“What is that about? Are you with someone?” Damion put you under interrogation. You paused, thinking about what to say but Damion didn’t give you much time to think.  “Y/n answer me! Who are you with?” his tone got stronger. 

“Can you calm down, I’m barely awake right now,” you tried to cool the heat of the conversation. 

“Can you answer me,” he snapped back, his patience past thin. 

“Damion, you and I are not involved anymore - this conversation is unnecessary,” you tried to end the topic and also keep your cards to yourself. 

“Are you seeing someone or not?” he continued to ask, growing irritated by your avoidance.

“It’s none of your business,” 

“Are you trying to wind me up? I’ll come see you today - we can talk,” he announced his plan and you panicked. 

“I…that’s not possible,” your nervousness reared its head in your tone. You really  hoped he’d just give up at this point. You didn’t want to say more but he seemed to want to know more. 

“Why not? After work I’ll come pick you up and we’ll talk,” he unfortunately insisted. 

“I can’t Damion,” you said with more strength but no further explanation.

“Why not? You busy?” he questioned. 

“Yeah…yeah I’m busy,” you coyly answered, losing strength once more. He paused, noting the reservation in your tone. 

“You are seeing someone aren’t you?” he hit the nail on the head but you didn’t answer, “Who is it?” he pushed but you silently chewed your lip, “Where are you?” he asked again and you didn’t say anything. Your heart rate picked up and your skin started to feel cold. You had to get off of this call. 

“Damion, I have work to do - I have to go,” you switched gears and avoided all of his questions. “Bye,” you didn’t wait for him to respond, you instead immediately hung up the phone. You put the phone down and pulled a pillow over your head - screaming into it before taking it back off. You hated being pressured like that, you didn’t like situations you were not in control of. You shook away the pressure of Damion and got out of the bed, leaving your phone behind as you went into Trent’s en suite bathroom. 

You got the breakfast Trent got delivered - ate and then got ready for the day. You buried the Damion issue behind and focused on the day ahead. Damion messaged after your call asking you for the truth but you ignored it and archived the chat away from your sight. You couldn’t start your day stressed about him. 

Instead, you did some work while sitting in Trent’s bed until you got curious and started to explore the house. You didn’t want to be noisy in his belongings so you just toured the house. It was obvious he’d only recently moved - a lot of rooms were not really decorated. You looked about, opening the door to a guest room that was actually made up. You smiled to yourself, thinking about when he asked you if you wanted to stay in your own room. You guessed the bed was made up in case you said you would. You kept looking, opening another room you thought would suit a personal closet for you should you ever decide to move in. Sure that was jumping ahead but it was a really nice house. It had good bones. You made your way downstairs and stumbled upon his game room - it was probably the most decked out room you’d seen. Of course he would give this priority. You rolled your eyes a bit, but you knew how boys were so you didn’t let it get to you. Once he intended to make time for you, you were good. 

You went to the kitchen next, in search of a snack. You didn’t expect to find much, considering he lived alone but the fridge was pretty stocked. 

“Good on him,” you pulled out an apple and went back on your tour. The place was nice, simple with simple decor and a few misplaced items but nice. Most importantly - it didn’t look like it had a woman’s touch. 

You sat satisfied after your tour on the couch, eating your apple and enjoying your time alone in his place. You knew Trent was being dramatic when he mentioned it but playing pretend about living with him wasn't so bad at the moment. The sex was fantastic, the house was lovely, and he took care of you. It was dreamy. If things worked out you could see yourself here with him long term. 

You went back to work and as promised around lunch he messaged to ask if you wanted him to order food for you. You decided to cook, feeling in the mood to continue to play house. You put your work aside and went to his kitchen. You really got into it. You played music through his home audio system and danced around his kitchen while making a meal for yourself with something for him in case he was hungry when he came home. It was fun and it felt natural being in his space, cooking for him and waiting for him to come home. Your mind ran away while you cooked. You started to  think about what life with him would be like; if he’d want you to cook a lot, what he liked for dinner, what your baby would look like. 

You went off the rails when the thought of your babies came into mind.  How many? What would they look like? Would you have more boys or girls? What last name would you give them?   Bellingham-Alexander-Arnold felt like a lot. Maybe just Alexander-Arnold. You frowned thinking your name meant alot to you so you considered maybe Bellingham only, but then you thought Trent seemed like he’d want his babies to be Alexander-Arnolds. You shrugged, letting go of the frown; you could do Alexander-Arnold. Baby Alexander-Arnold - that’d be cute. You shook your head and refocused on your meal on the stove before you over cooked it. You were getting way too lost in playing house. You’d already created a whole family and started thinking that you two would need a food processor so you could be the ultimate mum and make homemade baby food. One day and you were already thinking about babies - you needed to calm down before the powers of the mind overpowered your birth control that was currently working over time. 

Later that day Trent messaged that he was leaving training and you quickly signed off the project you were working on and went to get ready for his arrival. You freshened up, fixed your hair, re-moisturised your body and slipped into a dainty floral pink lingerie set. The bra and panties had pink and white embroidered flowers against mesh fabric, giving a soft look. It was day time, you wanted to be the cute kind of sexy and you could never go wrong with pink.  You considered putting on clothes over it and keeping the set a surprise but you didn’t bother. You just went downstairs to warm up his food in your underwear. 

“Baby, I’m back!” Trent announced his arrival as he stepped through the door. You giggled and bounced out of the kitchen and into the hallway of the foyer to meet him. You saw him before he saw you,  he was putting his keys down by the door but when he looked up and saw you walking toward him in only the little pink set his face melted in astonishment. “Wow,” he breathed too low for you to hear. 

“Hi,” you bounced over to him, with a big smile on your face. You reached your arms out for him before you got all the way there and he took a step forward to meet your stride with his arms out. You dropped your arms over his shoulders and he put his around your waist, hugging you to him. “How was your day?” you asked, pulling your face out of the hug to look at him.

“Better now,” he kissed you without hesitation. You slipped into the rhythm of his kiss, and the sweet familiar taste of his cushion soft lips. He tightened his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him while keeping his mouth on yours. You pulled yourself closer to his face by your arms around his neck, deepening the needy kiss. Any closer and you’d become one person. He’d only been gone some of the day but it felt like years without his touch. You didn’t even know you were missing him this terribly. 

“You hungry?” you asked when you finally pulled away from the kiss but kept your arms around his neck. 

“You look so good,” Trent didn’t hear the words you said. He only saw your lips move. You laughed and dropped your arms from his body. He was slower to let go but when he did, he took a step back to really look at you. He silently asked himself how he got so lucky. 

“I made food for you,” you took his hand and pulled him to the kitchen. He was following but he was only watching you from behind on the way there, not paying attention to his path. “Hungry?” you asked again once you got into the kitchen, turning to him. 

“Huh?” he asked, his eyes late to look up. 

“Food, do you want food?” you laughed. 

“Uh yeah sure,” he gripped the counter and shifted himself to sit in one of the chairs at the counter. You got the food for him and put it out for him with the utensils. 

“Did I tell you how good you look?” He obviously and greedily looked you up and down. The head on his shoulders was empty. The head below was in charge and all he wanted to think and talk about was you. 

“Yes, thank you,” you leaned on the counter in front of him, giving him a view of your boobs pushing over the top of your floral bra. His fork almost dropped out of his hand at the view. “Eat,” you slapped the counter and snapped him back into himself. He nodded and tightened his grip on the fork. He really had to say his prayers tonight about you. He knew he was lucky, but coming home to you dressed so sexy with the sweetest smile on your face with food waiting for him - this was beyond fortune he could expect. 

You asked him about his day while he ate and he forced himself to focus on more than how good you looked. He found his words and humoured you with stories of the day. You’d have to google these men’s name’s later to get a visual of who he was talking about but it was fun to hear him talk. He got very animated between bites of his meal telling you about games they played in training and conversations the boys had at breakfast. When he was done eating you took the plate from him and put it in the sink. 

“I’ll wash it, come over here,” he stopped you from doing anymore. You looked back at him and smiled before following his instruction. 

“How was your day?” he asked while you walked over to him. He turned his chair to you, inviting you to come to him. 

“I played house,” you stepped between his legs. 

“Played house?” he raised his eyebrow at you. You nodded and turned your body against him, sitting on the very edge of his chair, resting your back against his chest and your cheek against his. “What did you do?” he rested his hand on your belly. 

“Well I did some work, I toured around the house a bit, I made us food…housewife stuff,” you put your own hand over his on top of your belly.

“Housewife stuff…is that what you want? To be my housewife,” he laced your fingers together and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I can give you that if you want,”  the soft scratch of his facial hair brushed your cheek and he put his free hand on your upper thigh. 

“I like my job,” you reminded him and yourself. He hummed and stroked your thigh. 

“And you’re very good at it,” he moved his hand over your panties. 

“I am,” you cooed as his warm hand brushed closer to your centre. 

“But if you wanted to stay home, I’d take care of you,” he pressed his finger between your slit and kissed your cheek once more. You sighed into his touch as he went from a light press to deeper circles over your pink panties. 

“I still have things I want to achieve,” you closed your eyes and spoke again to both him and yourself. You had to remind yourself of those goals because right now being his housewife was sounding fantastic. 

“I’ll support whatever you need,” he pushed your panties aside and pressed his fingers against your clit in smooth circles. You purred and dropped your head against his shoulder. “What do you need baby?” he put more pressure on your clit and moved his other hand up to cup your boob. 

“You,” you arched your back slightly against him, pushing your body into his hands. He slid his hand further down your panties and pressed the pads of fingers against your hole. You spread your legs further, begging him for more. You dipped his fingers in just enough to feel how wet you were from his teasing then worked them back up to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in precise circles until you were shuddering in his arms. 

He softly kissed your cheek when you settled from the high and pulled his hands from your panties. He slapped your thigh with his hand quickly and told you to get up. You sprung up too fast and almost stumbled on your unsteady feet but he steadied you with his arm around your middle and pulled you with him to his couch. He sat first and pulled you toward him, you straddled his waist and put his face in your hands, pausing from your intention to kiss him to take in his pretty face for a moment. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he turned his head to kiss the inside of your palm. 

“Because you’re so handsome,” he chuckled and put his hands on your lower hips. 

“I’m more than a pretty face,” he taunted. 

“I know,” you dropped one hand to slap his chest, “I like other things about you,” you rested both hands on his Liverpool training top. He raised his eyebrow at you, expecting a list. 

“I like your humour,” he met your point with an ‘uh-huh’, “I like how attentive you are,” he waved his hand for you to continue making you shake your head. “I like that you’ve got a wicked right foot,” you teased and he laughed. 

“Are you trying to be me girlfriend or me manager?” his thickened scouse accent made you laugh. 

“Depends…is girlfriend on the table?” you now raised your eyebrow at him. He laughed and moved his hands down to your ass. 

“For you? Yes, it’s definitely on the table,” he palmed your ass in his hands. 

“So…,” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he leaned forward and quickly pecked your lips, “When it’s the right time, it’ll happen,” he leaned back on the couch and continued to palm your ass. 

“And how will you know when the right time is?” you watched him, your head focused on that. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he leaned forward and kissed your skin, peppering along your neck while asking the impossible of you. 

“I worry, that’s what I do,” 

“Not with me,” he slapped your ass and leaned back once more with a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes at his claim and slouched your shoulders. 

“Don’t be like that,” he took your hands off his tummy and put them around his shoulders. You sat pouting because you wanted to say he should ask you to be his girlfriend now but you didn’t want to beg for it. You also wanted to ask him when he intended to ask but again you didn’t want to beg for it so instead you kept quiet and moody. You hoped at least your visible frown would guilt him into giving you what you wanted. Instead of folding to your silent demand, he put his hands up your back and pulled you closer to him. He kissed your neck, up your face and then your lips. Your silent protest didn’t last long before you readily kissed him back when his lips were on yours. 

He won control of the situation quickly because now you were grinding your hips in his lap and kissing him as he played with your boobs in his hands under the fabric of your bra. 

“As much as you look so sexy in this, it needs to come off,” he pulled the straps off your bra and then unhooked it from your body. He threw it aside and put his hands on the band of your panties next, pushing them off your hips before you could blink. 

“Wait, you,” you tried to take his top off after he’d already pushed your panties off your hips. 

“Stop worrying,” he picked you up and put you to sit on the couch. You scrunched your face at his taunting comment, ready to snap back but he knelt to the ground and pulled your thighs to him and pushed them back against the couch before you could find the words. 

“Trent!” you gasp instead, digging your nails into his shoulder. He only chuckled and dove in between your legs, pressing your thighs further back and pressing his mouth into your pussy. Your body twitched and your tummy curled as he spread you open with his tongue, hitting the spot you should probably name after him, just right. You forgot anything you wanted to say because your head fogged and your eyes glazed over. Your body was in control, moreover - he was in control of your body and he had you quivering to release in no time. 

He sat and pulled you back on to his lap after that, shoving his pants down beneath you. You didn’t wait for instruction, you took him in your hand and slid your body down on him. He dropped his forehead on to your shoulder, restrained moans emanating from him and you rocked your hips with his cock buried inside of you. 

“You’re so tight,” he said into your shoulder before taking a breath and leaning back. He watched you on top of him for a moment, taking in your beauty and taking a mental picture of the moment before grabbing your hair in his hand, pulling it off your neck and latching his lips to your warm skin. He kissed and sucked on your skin, marking you on your neck whilst marking your ass with the slaps of his big broad hand. You twerking your ass on his cock, bouncing and circling your hips between the slaps of his hand.  He stopped slapping your ass only to grab your waist and fuck so hard into you, you both came with loud moans and groans of the other’s name. 

You rested your body against his chest after you came with him still inside. It took you a few minutes to catch your breath and find some strength before getting off and up. You left him to use the bathroom, grabbing only your panties off the floor on your way there. When you saw your reflection in the bathroom mirror - your hair tousled and a mark on a rather visible area of your neck reddening, you sighed. The sex was really good but damn if you two didn’t slow down your family’s going to think you were kidnapped and beaten whilst away. 

While you were gone your phone started to ring from the kitchen but Trent was too tired to get it and you couldn’t hear it. Shortly after the ringing on your phone ended, Trent’s phone started to ring in his joggers that were on the floor. He sighed, not wanting to be pulled out of his bubble right now but leaned forward and grabbed his pants off the floor anyway. He naively answered the phone on seeing Jude calling. 

“You with my sister?” Jude asked before Trent got his hello fully out. Trent sighed again, feeling his bubble of peace totally burst. He pulled his joggers up and sat back on the couch in preparation for the impending stressful conversation. 

“What are you on about Jude?” Trent tried to play dumb, he thought maybe he could get Jude off the topic. 

“My sister, is my sister with you?” Jude repeated himself, pacing in his room now that was back home from training. Trent stayed quiet, biting his lip, trying to think of a plan B.   “Mi hermana! Do I have to say it in Spanish for you?” Jude’s frustration dripped over the phone line. 

“Have you spoken to her?” Trent asked, delaying the truth. It was obvious to Trent that you wanted your location to be a secret from Jude because you didn’t tell him before you came. However, Trent, unlike you, didn’t think the secret would stay secret for long and as predicted the issue was clearly coming to a head. 

“No, I just called and she didn’t answer - are you with her?” as the repeated question left Jude’s lips and hit Trent’s ears you walked back into the room in only your panties, smiling at Trent - blissfully unaware. Yeah Trent was with you alright, but definitely not in a way he was about to tell Jude about. 

“Who is it?” you asked from a far, fortunately far enough to not be heard over the phone. Trent put a finger to his lips for you to be quiet which definitely made you question him but you chose silence and straddled him once more instead. You figured it wasn’t about you because he let you get close to him and rested his strong arm around your lower back. 

“Mum told me she’s in Liverpool so I’m sure she’s come to see you,” Jude revealed more without prompting in his haze. Trent sighed and decided to let him down easy. He initially didn’t want to say much but he clearly was not getting off of this call without an explanation. 

“Yeah she has,” he hoped Jude would calm down with the bland version of the truth. 

“And neither of you thought to tell me!? Why is she even there? What are you two doing - wait actually don’t tell me that,” Jude stopped himself when the obvious came to mind, “my sister Trent!” Jude complained with a groan. Now that it really settled with him that you and he were alone in Trent’s new house he felt sick. He remembered telling Trent that now he could have girls over in peace since he moved house but he never imagined the girl would be his sister! 

“You know about us already Jude,” Trent calmly reminded him. You were busy stroking his goatee while he talked but when you heard Jude’s name your eyes nearly fell out of your head at the mention.  

“I didn’t think it’d get this far,” Jude complained. At least Jude hoped it wouldn’t have gotten this far. 

“Trent give me the phone,” you hit his chest and demanded but he ignored you. 

“I told you I was serious about her, I meant that,” Trent spoke to Jude and ignored your request for the phone. He used his strength and picked you off his lap while standing up and leaving you on the couch. He started to walk away talking to Jude on the phone but you followed. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you about this trip but we’re adults Jude,” Trent continued to speak and speed walk through the house, running from you trailing him. 

“I know but this is weird, don’t you think it’s weird?” Jude asked through the phone. 

“It doesn’t have to be weird, we’re already like brothers now we’d just be …brothers in law,” Trent spoke and Jude groaned at the implication. 

“Brothers is cool, it’s calm, I rate you like that but brothers in law! That would mean you’re doing gross stuff with my big sister and that’s- ,” Jude dramatically made a retching sound to complete his statement. Trent almost laughed but he held it back and remained serious.  

“Give me the phone!” you mouthed to Trent still trying to get the phone from him but not wanting Jude to hear you and confirm your presence. 

“We’re not doing gross stuff,” Trent gently but firmly held your hand down that was grabbing for the phone. He looked at you silently quarrelling with him in only your panties and again almost laughed- between your dramatic panic beside him and Jude’s prattling on the phone he was finding it harder and harder to take you Bellingham siblings seriously. 

“You are! I swear on my life you better not be doing that shit you gave me advice about with my sister,” Jude almost vomited at the idea and Trent smirked. He was definitely doing things to you he advised young Jude on and more but he chose to be respectful and kept his mouth shut. 

 “Don’t worry about it - It’s just like before but instead of you me and Jobe, it’s you me y/n and Jobe,” Trent tried to make the situation palatable to Jude, make it sound like a friendship. Jude remained quiet for a moment and you bit Trent’s arm that was holding yours back. He looked at you like how a mother looks at a child about to be scolded for breaking a vase and you stood frozen. He tucked the phone under between his ear and shoulder, freeing both of his hands and swept you into his arms princess style in a swift motion. You gasp when your feet leave the floor and you used all your strength to  hold on to him as he carried you. 

“Fine, but don’t fuck this up,” Jude warned Trent after a moment’s thought. There unfortunately was not much he could do about you being in Liverpool from his position in Madrid. He hoped at least his threats would be enough to keep Trent in line when it came to his sister. 

“I won’t, I have to go Jude - we’ll talk,” Trent dropped you on the couch and hung up the phone. 

“What was that!” you sprung up on the couch to sit. 

“I should be asking you that,” he gestured to the bite mark on his forearm. 

“Why did Jude call? Does he know I’m here? What did he say?” you ignored Trent’s question and stood up in front of him. He laughed at the crazy in your eyes rather than taking you seriously. 

“Can you be serious right now and answer me!” you shrieked. 

“Baby, you’re topless in little pink panties while acting angry - how can I take you seriously right now?” he folded his arms against his bare chest with a big smile on his face. 

“Hmph,” you huffed and folded your arms across your chest, covering your boobs. He continued to laugh so you walked off to go up to his room - staunch on trying to prove a point. 

“Baby wait,” he lazily followed behind, still amused by your dramatics. You stormed into his room and grabbed a top out of your suitcase on the way to his bed. You shoved it on and sat cross legged in the middle of the bed with your arms crossed facing him watching you with a smile from the door. “How am I the bad guy here?” he chuckled and leaned on the door frame.  

“Because you didn’t give me the phone,” you pouted, “You knew it was Jude you should have let me handle it,” 

“He called me,” he shrugged, leaned off the door and moved toward you. 

“He’s my brother,” you kept your scowl. Trent slowly nodded at that and climbed on to the bed with you. “You should have let me deal with it,” you dropped your folded arms as he laid across the bed opposite you, propping himself up on his exposed arm. 

“He is, but you haven’t done a very good job at dealing with your brothers and dating me so I thought I should handle it,” He reached toward you and pushed the side of your top up. 

“That is not true, I’ve done fine,” you clenched your teeth, pulling your body away from his hand. 

“You didn’t even tell Jude you were here - did you think that would work?” he let go of you and leaned back on his elbow. You rolled your eyes at his dig on your methods. 

“He’s in Spain, he wouldn’t have known,” you shrugged, sticking by your plan. 

“Y/n, you’re smarter than that,” Trent titled his head at you. 

“Okay so…I hoped he wouldn’t find out,” you dropped your head, not wanting to face him and the judgement of your glaringly ludicrous plan.  Trent thought about continuing the topic but he didn’t want to make you feel worse. He’d been honest enough. 

“It’s okay…,” he reached out for you once more, putting his hand on your crossed legs. “I’m handling it and you don’t have to worry,” Trent promised. 

“I don’t see how I can not worry about this,” you frowned, folding your arms and looking at him once more. “It’s my family,”. 

“I know but it’s our relationship and the boys have an issue with me in your life so let me deal with them - man to man,” you almost rolled your eyes at his plan. 

“They are boys, my boys,” you reminded Trent. Man to man? What did Jude and Jobe know about man to man? 

“Y/n,” he gripped your leg beneath his hand and gave you a stern look that enforced his idea to handle it himself. 

“Fine, whatever,” you threw your hands up. “Just don’t fuck this up,” you pointed at him making him chuckled at your contentious agreement that mirrored Jude’s.  He took his hand off your leg and reached out for you once more. You remained stubborn and moved away from him. 

“Come here,” he sat up and grabbed you, pulling you to him. Your side was now pinned to his chest and you had to sit and take it as he kissed your temple, cheek and corner of your mouth. “Would you smile please,” he continued his kisses. 

“You’ve pissed me off,” you complained as he kissed your face.  He laughed and put his arm around the side of your waist furthest from him. He used its position to pull you to face him and brought you so close you were on his lap. 

“I only want to make life easy for you,” he kisses down your neck and to the spot he’d previously bruised. 

“Making me stressed about my brother is not helping,” you tried to not just give into his touch. 

“You won’t be stressed, I’m handling it,” he kissed back to your jaw and then pulled away to look at you, “I got you, that’s all you need to know,” his words cemented by the earnestness in his eyes. You did feel like he was serious and about more than just this issue with Jude and Jobe. He emitted a confidence that he would be able to fulfil that promise and it made you feel good. Of course you still had a little pit of unsettled discomfort in your tummy about your brother’s but you had to trust Trent. 

“Okay…fine, I won’t stress about it,” you put your arms around his shoulders. 

“Great,” he pulled you more on to his lap for you to properly straddle him. “Now can we talk about something else?” He swept your hair up in a ponytail in his hand and kissed your shoulder. 

“We can talk about you needing to learn not to fuck up my hair,” you swatted his hand and he laughed but didn’t let go. 

“I’ve not fucked it up, it’s so pretty,” he let go of your dischelved hair. You saw it after your fun downstairs - you knew he was chatting shit. You knew it would be you, the detangling comb and God before the day is over. 

“It’s not for touching,” you reminded him. 

“Not even a little?” he taunted you with mischief in his eyes. 

“No,” you put your hands on his chest. 

“Not even when I kiss you?” 

“No,”

“Not even when I fuck you,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

“No!” you pushed him a little, only making him laugh, “Rules are rules - don’t touch my hair,” 

“Okay, fine,” he held up his hands but the mischief was still shining in his eyes. You doubted he was taking you seriously and he very much proved he wasn’t. He disobeyed you almost instantly. You fell into his spell as he kissed you and you two fell into eachother’s touch but soon he made a point of touching your hair while fucking you. He tangled his hands in it when you bobbed your head along his cock, guiding your head further down his length. He messaged your scalp and your cervix in synchrony when he fucked you in missionary and of course - of course he gripped your hair in a tight pony tail when he fucked you from behind until you came around him. You wished you had the energy to scold him after but when he held you to his chest, stroking the very hair on your head and placing soft kisses in the path his hand left over the crown of your head you forgot any words you could say. You just let him - you and the detangling comb could battle it out later. 

At your home your dad had just got in and was about to go into the house but the movement of a man he didn’t know stepping out of his car in front of your home stopped him. The man started to walk toward the house but your dad intervened. 

“Where are you going?” Your dad stopped him from going further. 

“Uh-,” Damion stopped in his tracks. He was so focused he hadn’t noticed your dad there before he spoke. Damion somewhat recognised him from photos but given this was your house, it was obvious he was your father. “Hi- I… is y/n home?” Damion asked, dropping his hard demeanour. 

“No she’s not,” your dad protectively folded his arms, “who are you?” He asked, looking over the man. 

“I’m Damion, y/n’s friend…I just wanted to talk to her,” Damion became more meek. 

“Never heard of you” Mark remained judgemental with his arms crossed. He knew most of your friends and Damion wasn’t one of them. He also didn’t think this boy was of interest to you if you were with Trent in Liverpool so his presence on your doorstep was rather questionable. In addition, Mark didn’t like the way this boy was storming into your house looking for you when Mark didn’t even know him. 

“Oh uh well we haven’t been friends for too long,” Damion repackaged what you two actually were into friendship. “Is she going to be home soon?” he persisted. You hadn’t answered any of his texts and it seemed you’d muted his calls but he needed to speak to you after the morning’s drama. 

“No she won’t, she’s not in town,” your dad’s eyes remained narrowed at Damion.

“Not in town? Where is she?” Damion snappily questioned, between the strange text seemingly from a man, your avoidant behaviour and now your dad saying you weren’t in town, Damion didn’t like what this puzzle was adding up to look like. 

“If she wanted you to know, I think she would have told you,” your dad kept that information to himself. He definitely didn’t like the look on Damion’s face when he mentioned you weren’t in town. Mark wasn’t the most intune with your personal life but given the behaviour of this man, he figured he wasn’t just a regular friend. Damion caught the disapproving attitude from your dad and decided to retreat. He didn’t want to make matters worse for himself. 

“Uh…okay, well if she comes around just let her know I stopped by,” Damion started to walk back to his car, “have a good day,” he said to your father and got back into his car. 

“These kids,” your dad shook his head and stepped into the house. 

“Hey,” Jobe greeted his dad with a brief look over the shoulder then returned to playing games on the television. 

“Do you know about some guy named Darion? Or was it Damion,” your dad tried to recall what the man said his name was. 

“Damion?” Jobe spun back around to his dad. 

“Yeah - a tall lad, he was just here looking for y/n,” Mark continued and Jobe shut off the game to get the information. 

“He was here?” Jobe pestered for more. 

“Yeah, he was just outside. He seemed rather bothered before I spotted him and he was asking for y/n, do you know him?” Mark explained. 

“Not really, but I know he and y/n used to talk,” Jobe revealed but as soon as he said it he silently hoped your dad wouldn’t tell you he said that because Jobe knew you’d be pissed. 

“Oh,” your dad nodded his head at confirmation of his presumption that this Damion man wasn’t just your friend. 

“But she’s with Trent now,” Jobe added, making a face of displeasure when he said that. 

“And I’m guessing this Damion guy isn’t happy about that,” Mark pondered, putting the puzzle together. He didn’t make a habit of intruding on your life - he waited for you to tell him things, so all of this was coming as a surprise. He wasn’t even sure what Trent really was to you and now there was this other man around. Mark just sighed and shook his head. He trusted you to make the right decisions. He didn’t want to get too involved. “Hopefully Trent is better for her, this Damion guy doesn’t seem too solid,” Mark commented. He knew Trent as a player and as his son’s friends - he thought he was a nice boy but he just had to hope he was also good to you. 

“I hope neither are and she could just come home and stay home,” Jobe complained, making his dad laugh. 

“She’s going to grow up,” Mark put both his hands on Jobe’s shoulders. “Like it or not,” he gave Jobe a shake off the shoulders and left the room. He knew that better than anyone. For as much as Jobe was attached to you as his big sister, you were your dad’s little girl first. He still struggled to swallow the pill you weren’t little anymore but he knew the truth. He made peace with it. Jobe wasn’t quite there so he grumbled about that and went back to his game. 

“I’m hungry,” you drew a line with your nail down the middle of Trent’s chest. 

“What do you want?” Trent asked, putting his phone he was scrolling on down. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged and continued to draw lines up and down his bare chest. 

“Do you have any ideas about what you want?” Trent asked, and you shook your head no. He waited to see if you’d think of something before intervening. 

“I could make you a sandwich,” he ultimately offered. 

“I’d like that,” you immediately agreed. He smiled and tried not to laugh at your agreeability after just not knowing what you wanted. You just wanted him to get you something and he was fine with that. 

“Come on,” he sat up, forcing you up with him. You two threw on some clothes and went to the kitchen. He started to make the sandwich for you and you sat pretty at the kitchen island waiting. 

“What’s your favourite song right now? I’ll DJ,” you opened your phone and connected it to the house speaker. Trent chuckled at your enthusiasm and gave you a song to play. You bobbed your head and danced in your seat a bit as the music wrapped around the kitchen. “Why aren’t you dancing!” you judged his stiff body that stood over your sandwich prep.

“I’m cooking,” he complained and you rolled your eyes. You hopped out of your seat and went over to him. 

“Dance,” you instructed him, swinging your hips and trying to encourage him. 

“I’m not dancing,” he shook his head and remained focused.

“Trent please,” you whined and grabbed him from behind, trying to move his body. 

“No,” he was in between a laugh and a firm no. You put your hands on his hips and tried to move them yourself but he wouldn't budge. “Y/n, stop,” he playfully complained. He put down the knife and grabbed your hand, pulling you off the hold on his hips and putting you to the side of him. 

“You’re no fun,” you twirled around and kept dancing around the kitchen. 

“Not all of us are ballerina’s like you,” he poked your belly when you got closer. 

“I’m not doing ballet - it’s just fun, just move your body,” you encouraged him.

“I don’t dance,” he shook his head. 

“Fine, I’ll just dance on you,” you turned and pushed your ass against him and swayed your hips against his. He didn’t move, he only laughed. “Trent, come on!” You turned to him and put your arms around his shoulders. 

“You’re really cute, you know that?” He put one arm around your waist and tapped your ass before turning his body and attention to the sandwich he was making. 

“If I’m so cute, why don’t you dance with me?” you kissed his cheek, unable to resist the dimple sunken in with his smile. 

“I told you, I don’t dance,” he stretched his free hand to put the plate with the finished sandwich in front of the seat you were previously in. “Go eat,” he tapped your ass once more, gesturing with his head for you to go back to your seat. 

“Fine,” you groaned and let go of him. You really had nothing to complain about - you were being spoiled and had a great view of a very good looking boy in front of you but you still kept the dramatics high in your tone. “I’m going to get you dancing one of these days,” you warned him and took a bite of the sandwich. 

“How’s the sandwich?” he ignored your threat and smirked at you from his position leaning on the counter in front of you. 

“Really good actually,” you complimented him after swallowing, “you’re impressing me,” you smiled and he chuckled, leaning off of the counter and coming around to sit next to you. 

“I’ve got to make sure you want to visit again,” he sat in the chair beside you. 

“Oh I’m definitely coming back, you don’t have to worry about that,” you took another bite. He didn’t have to worry about you saying no. In fact you were already thinking about when you next could finesse your job to let you work solely at home for a couple weeks so you could stay with him for longer next time you visit. 

“Good to know,” he held your head with one hand and kissed the side of it before stroking his hand down your hair. “You really should do something about your hair though, it does look crazy,” he poked and you immediately slapped him. 

“Get off!” you moved your head to shove his hand off your hair. He laughed as you repeated for him to get off of you in outrage. He ignored your yelps and continued to stroke your curls that he tangled all evening into the night before finally setting you free. “Stop bothering me while I eat,” you complained and took another bite.

“You’re such a hot head,” he laughed and put his wicked hands on the table. 

“I’m not, you’re just annoying,” you rolled your eyes. 

“I thought I was impressing you,” he smirked, throwing your prior approval of him back in your face. 

“Clearly you can do both,” you took another bite and kept your face in a scowl. He remained amused, far from deterred by your show of attitude. He found it cute actually - seeing you get riled up when he poked fun. He would never truly want to upset you but a little banter couldn’t hurt. 

“I’ll help you with your hair later,” he proposed, trying to win back your smile but all he got was you looking at him like he suggested you two go to the moon right now. “What?” he asked of your loud silence. 

“You? Mr. cotton pillow cases are going to help me with my hair?” you put the half eaten sandwich down on the plate to really marinate with the ludicrousy he was suggesting. 

“I mean yeah - what? You think I can't?” he put up a bravado that he knew what he was doing. You scratched your neck and thought about how to let him down easy. 

“I mean…you could try,” you decided to not break his spirit. 

“I’ll help, just eat your sandwich and then we’ll go back upstairs and do it,” he spoke with confidence despite his extreme lack of expertise. You gave him a questioning look, but returned to your sandwich and left him with the hope he could manage detangling your hair before bed. 

When you did get back to his room you opted to do your hair in front of the bathroom mirror so you could see whatever madness Trent was going to get up to in your hair. You kept it simple, instructing him to just spray a small section with water and slowly brush from the bottom to the top. You gave him the good brush and clear instructions but when you left him to his own devices he could barely see his way. He hyper focused on the very edge of your hair after you emphasised to detangle from bottom to top but then he got frustrated and tried to rank through a much larger section from the middle. The brush caught in your hair and you yelped at the yank. 

“Sorry sorry,” he immediately apologised. 

“That section is too big Trent,” you returned to detangling your side. 

“But the other section was way too small, I’d never finish,” he complained, “how much hair am I supposed to be working with?” he asked in frustration. You looked at the frowning wrinkles on his forehead through the mirror and laughed. 

“Here, let me,” you sectioned the hair yourself and repeated the instructions for him. He looked at the section of hair in his hand with narrowed eyes, studying the deceptively tangled hair before getting back to work. In the end, you did most of the detangling because you did several sections while he could only get through two but he tried his best. You definitely were not going through an entire wash day at night so you just dried your hair a bit and started to braid your hair in two to sleep. Trent watched you do the first one and he asked to help with the second. You gave him a try toward the end and it took him many failed crisscrosses of your hair before he finally got it secure enough to stay. 

“Great job,” you cheered him on, looking at the finished braid in the mirror before you. It was obviously messier than the other side but it didn’t matter. He was proud of it and you were proud of him. “You did really well, you’re going to be a great dad someday,” you turned to face him with a smile. It rolled off your tongue but the complement hit him differently than he expected. The thought about helping you with his and your future little girl’s hair slapped him like a brick and he felt an overwhelming desire to have that experience with you. 

“Uh,” he had to clear his throat, “thanks, ready for bed?” he asked to distract himself from the direction of his imagination. 

“Yeah,” you slipped from in front of him and went into his room. You climbed into bed and grabbed your satin bonnet off the side table. He watched you settle into bed with your hair now covered in your signature pink bonnet, your face slathered in products he couldn’t name, your body clad in heart print pyjamas with the skin you had exposed glowing from whatever moisturiser made you smell so good and felt a content he hadn’t before in his body. 

“You okay?” you asked him, catching a spaced look on his face while he stood frozen in his place. 

“Uh, yeah,” he stuttered after a delayed response to your simple question. He turned the lights off and walked over to his side of the bed and got in with you quietly while his heart screamed with untapped emotions. You immediately attached yourself to him when he got into bed, tucking yourself into his side and resting your arm and leg across him. He breathed in your warm vanilla scented skin and kissed your satin covered head. 

He held you to him, keeping you close while his mind drifted to the images his heart conjured. Images of you getting ready in the bathroom, and of you dancing in the kitchen with the music almost too loud to hear you over flashed behind his closed eyes along with other sweet scenes of you living with him, until they shifted into dreamier scenes of you waddling around with his baby in your belly and eventually rocking your future angel in your arms. 

 “What are you thinking about?” you asked after noticing by the pace of the rise and fall of his chest beneath you he was still awake after some time of lying together. 

“Huh? Oh…uh just this weekend’s game,” he lied and pulled you an inch closer. He wasn’t thinking about the game but he didn’t want to seem too full on with the truth.

“You’ll do great,” you patted his chest and encouraged him, presuming he was worrying about it hence he couldn’t sleep. He thanked you and gave you a little squeeze in return. You didn’t ask anything further and you seemed to start to drift into sleep on his chest. He internally sighed in relief that you believed him and couldn’t see into his mind to know what he was really thinking about. He closed his eyes once more, this time with rest being the aim. He drifted into dreams mimicking his daydreams; scenes of the life he wanted with the girl in his arms. In wakefulness and in REM, you were everything to him and he just hoped what you two had was going to be a forever thing. 

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What an evil world we live in

Zionists be like: "dont you know?? He was gonna grow up into the supreme khamas leader!!!! We are all in danger!!!!!!"

iof sure is the most powerfull army in the world 🤡 it can kill 12 000 kids in just 4 months

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I love him sm, ..oh dear lord his smile😫

he is so babygirl

I can't stop laughing at his face why does he look like that

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How evil can you be to target children and women so that you could end a whole race ? How can the world be so blind to what's really happening and to still justify this massacre?

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500 people have died. 500 lives taken from 1 airstrike attack. 500 made up of innocent civilians whom were children, infants, pregnant women, women, elderly people, wounded and injured people, people taking shelter after their homes have been destroyed, people that’ve been battling with reality—still trying to process that their loved ones are no more, healthcare workers whom were taking care of all these people. they did not have a single fault, they’ve already been deprived of basic human rights—they were going through a battle every day just to hang in there. 500, and the death toll is expected to rise because they’re still digging through the ruins of rubbles. yet people in power still remain quiet, still choose to side with the oppressor and aid them in carrying out these inhumane actions. it’s sickening. every single person who’s turning a blind eye to these values are sick. fuck off with the both sides/conflict/war talk. they’re are murdering helpless people left and right and you’re watching it happen, the people in power are letting it happen. humanity is doomed.