reader surprising jude at his game after saying she couldn’t make it.
you were in what one would call shambles as you told jude you couldn't make it to the ucl final, crying over the phone as you told him your flight got cancelled.
"you've got to be kidding me" he groaned on the other end, disappointment dripping from his words. you couldn't blame him really, you were just as disappointed. "are there no other flights?"
"doesnt look like it. i'm so sorry, jude" you bit your lip as you heard him sigh, tears stinging your eyes.
but you deemed all the struggle worth it when you sat down next to his brother at the stadium, smile on your face as you watched him walk onto the field. you ended up finding a single, last minute ticket the morning of the game. you wasted no time, packing up whatever you could get yours hand on and making it just in time.
and as the match drew to a close, whatever fatigue you had been feeling disappeared momentarily due to the score. you didnt think jude had spotted you amongst the crowd, too busy trying to help out his team, and your suspicions were proven correct when you followed his family onto the field, his eyes widening when he saw you walking towards him.
he wasted no time running towards you, burying his face against the crook of your neck the second you were in his arms, placing one kiss after another on whatever skin he could get his lips on.
"how? was this all some sick joke?" he held you before him, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were actually there.
"found tickets last minute" you mumbled, letting your lips find his. and the feeling of your lips on his, knowing you had watched him win such an important game, was almost better than winning the ucl as a whole.
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