Chem

you’ve had a tough week being in a country without knowing the language. last time you came to morocco was a year after meeting your current boyfriend of five years, lamine yamal. he took you on his family trip and he, including his family, translated everything for you.

lamine never pressured you to learn arabic since you already know how to speak a couple languages. he didn’t want to stress you out too much, but you’ve always wanted to learn. you tried your hardest every time, but could never get the hang of it.

and you knew the language was different than all the ones you know, especially english, but it never fully clicked since you had people translating for you. you just told them what you wanted to say and they’d tell you what you wanted to hear.

you were invited to walk a runway in morocco with victoria secret, it had always been a dream of yours, and unfortunately lamine nor his family could make it since he had very important games to attend. and you yourself had no family willing to attend either way.

you had just finished another exhausting day filled with unwanted interviews, photographs, autographs, and modeling. not that you really minded the autographs, you were always flattered to see people look up to you. the day was also exhausting because it was another day without lamine. ever since you met him, which was in junior high, you had never gone more than one day without seeing him.

him being too busy to text all the time hurt a little as well. you’d find yourself listening and watching old videos and texts he’d sent you, and scrolling through his private instagram.

you ran yourself a steaming hot bath, hoping to relive some of your stress. you added a cute pink bathbomb, got some snacks ready on a tray, and played some music. right as you were going to close your eyes you heard your phone buzz to your left. you assumed it was a friend or a modeling opportunity, so you left it alone since it was late.

but then it buzzed again, and again, and again, and five more times.

you finally picked it up, feeling your chest tighten with a little anger, letting out a sigh and rolling your eyes to yourself. it wasn’t only until you unlocked your phone you realized it was lamine’s contact. you instantly wiped your hands dry and clicked on them.

lamine ❤️: y/n hol

lamine ❤️: ola

lamine ❤️: hola.

lamine ❤️: were you are

lamine ❤️: were?

lamine ❤️: y/n hallo

lamine ❤️: y/n miss yiu

lamine ❤️: you.

you weren’t sure whether to laugh or be worried. you assumed lamine may have gotten drunk, but hoped not.

you: hola mi amor ❤️

you: i miss you baby, are you okay?

lamine ❤️: y/n. okay

you: are you drunk, lamine?

you: where are you?

lamine ❤️: lamine gone.

lamine ❤️: i am kenye and at room.

you smiled softly at your phone, half glad it wasn’t lamine drunk and instead kenye who missed you, but also a bit upset that it wasn’t lamine texting you.

you: and where is lamine bebe?

lamine ❤️: 😴😴😴😴💤💤🛌🥱🫩🥱🥱

lamine ❤️: lamine left me. sad.

lamine ❤️: 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😢😢😔☹️😞😪😓

you: it’s okay kenye, i’m here.

you: 🥰🥰🦖🦖🦕

you smiled to yourself once more, knowing he loved dinosaurs and the dinosaur emojis usually calmed him down and made him smile.

lamine ❤️: don’t tell y/n. shhhhh

lamine ❤️: secret picture.

you: ouuuu is there any with another girl? 🤣🤣😳

you laugh to yourself, knowing you’re semi-serious.

lamine ❤️: hold horse.

lamine ❤️: BAD Y/N

lamine ❤️: YOU EF wurd

you: bebe nooo 🫠🫠

you: forgive me, i’m sorry 😢😪😔☹️😥😓🥺🥺

you exaggerate your use of emojis so he’d get the message. you were also relieved to only see pictures of you, even though you weren’t really worried, but you never know. you noticed the second picture he sent was one that kenye took on your phone and you sent to him, it was one of the first times you three traveled alone to a new country, and you babysat kenye since you had caught a cold a couple days before the game and couldn’t attend.

you wait for a text back, but you suddenly get a call from him. you answer as fast as you could.

“hola, kenye?” you say, not wanting to show too much of your face since you’re in the shower, but you take a quick look and see lamine’s sleepy face instead.

“hi mi amor.” he spoke with a grunt, you could hear kenye complaining about wanting to text you again in the background.

“lamine! baby! how are you?” you smile, showing him your face, your hair tied up in a bun, “kenye was texting me on your phone.”

“i know, he woke me up,” he grunted once more, “i’m glad he texted you and not my coach or something.” he laughs softly.

“yeah.” you giggle along, biting your lip, not knowing what else to say.

“he really misses you, y’know,” lamine says while finally sitting up in his bed and turning his led lights up on a dark purple, “he won’t shut up about where you are and when you’re coming back.”

“awe, i miss him too,” you pout excessively, “can i see him?”

lamine nods and pans the camera towards him, kenye is sitting down on his bed playing with a dinosaur plushie you had gotten him a couple years back.

“y/n!” he giggles and jumps up.

“kenye, bebe!” you send him a kiss with your hand, “catch it!”

lamine took over the screen again, pretend catching your kiss and placing it on his lips. “kisses are only for me.” he teases kenye.

kenye starts to tear up, frustrated, “y/n! lamine stole! bad!” he says loudly, while tussling to get the phone back from lamine.

“lamine yamal.” you say in the tone that means, “stop playing around.”, he always listens since you rarely use it.

“fine, okay.” he says giving the phone to kenye.

“kiss.” he smiles while blowing you a million kisses and hearts.

“mwah! i caught it!” you say and place your hand on your heart.

“kenye, i think it’s bed time now.” you raise your eyebrows.

“no!” he argues back, lamine agrees and picks him up, you can hear kenye complaining once again and causing a fuss while his older brother takes him to his room.

a couple minutes go by, you’re left by yourself with your thoughts and your warm bath. you set your phone up on your tray with your snacks so lamine can see you clearer. you start eating some strawberries while waiting.

“amor?” you hear the door open.

“yes!” you perk up and feel your chest warm up.

“i’m sorry i had to,” he pauses mid sentence as he looks at his screen, looking at your bare chest, “uh, sorry, i had to tuck kenye in, and he made me tell him a story.”

“you okay there?” you tease him while taking another bite of your strawberry.

“more than okay, love the view baby.” he winks and continues to stare at the screen.

you roll your eyes, “i missed your stupid face lamine.”

“i missed you more,” he adjusts his position, “i’m sorry i haven’t reached out more, they’ve been crazy hard on me recently for whatever reason.”

“for whatever reason?” you repeat, almost laughing, “you’re the star player right now, of course they’re going to be hard on you!”

he sighs, trying not to smile, “but still, it feels like a lot, i know that’s no excuse though,” he sniffles slightly, “i know you have a lot going on, especially with the language, how are you holding up?”

“shut up, you just want to make fun of me.” you bite your lip, blushing.

“come on amor, i just want to know.” he smirks, knowing he will make fun of you, if he was telling the truth he’d tell you “i promise.”

“on my third day i wanted to order a banana, thick cream smoothie, instead i somehow ended up telling the worker that i lost my parrot with a tie on it.” you say, covering your face in embarrassment.

lamine lets out a laugh a little too loud, “no way.” he licks his lips trying to prevent another laugh.

“you said you wouldn’t make fun of me!” you scoff dramatically.

“i didn’t say i wouldn’t laugh though.” he raises an eyebrow.

“whatever,” you laugh, sinking into the tub a bit more, “i miss having you around, my little translator.”

“oh, that’s the only thing you miss?” he says in a cocky tone.

“with the way you’re acting, yeah.” you playfully roll your eyes.

“how are the, y’know, girls,” he awkwardly says, “are they being nice?” he knows you’ve had trouble with people in the past and always makes sure to check in with you, especially since you overwhelm yourself about making friends and such.

“yes actually, i met these two girls, the ones i’ve posted on my story,” your smile instantly widens thinking about it, “they’re so nice, and one of them knows a little arabic, so she’s been helping me.”

“that’s great to hear y/n, no boys?” he says, trying to act nonchalant, but you know he gets very jealous and protective over you.

“yes actually, he’s in my bed right now!” you tease him, while winking.

“i’m serious, y/n.” he furrows his eyebrows, and puts his “serious” face on, that you call “mr. serious”, but in reality it looks ridiculously funny.

“okay mr. serious,” you giggle to yourself, he’s not laughing along, “i only met one boy, he’s one of my girls’ sibling. he’s also like thirteen before you get jealous.” you say rolling your eyes at him.

lamine’s smile is back when you mention the age and situation, “hm, sure.”

“it’s late over there, you should get some sleep, no?” you pull your knees to your chest as you hear him yawn.

“i’m sorry my baby, i’ll text you first thing tomorrow, i promise.” he says while laying on his side, half-asleep.

“it’s okay if you don’t lamine, goodnight i love you.” you say blowing a hand-kiss.

“love you a thousand times more, sweet dreams.” he says while blowing more kisses back at you.

your music instantly cuts back on once he hangs up, it was a love a song by olivia rodrigo, which made you feel better. you stuffed your face with some more snacks and finished your bath about an hour later.

after getting ready for bed you decided to send him some quick pictures of your trip to update him.

you: some of my pictures from last week <3

you: 2nd last pic the smoothie i messed up while ordering, last pic the 13 yr old ur worried about 🤣

-

bf¡judebellingham gets ridiculously competitive over the dumbest things. whether it’s board games, mini golf, mario kart, or rock-paper-scissors. he swears he’s “having fun” and “doesn’t care that you won” right before spending twenty minutes explaining why he technically won.

bf¡judebellingham can’t handle himself when you wear his jersey’s to his games, around the house, events, or just a simple outing. he will always pull you to the side and smother you in kisses, telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you look.

bf¡judebellingham is always praising you, not only in the bedroom, but in public too. he’ll always say things like “that’s my girl ”, “i knew you could do it”, or “there you go.”

bf¡judebellingham loves your boobs. he’ll come up behind you and give them a little squeeze whenever you’re around the house. his favorite thing to do is to kiss them and lay on your chest.

bf¡judebellingham loves taking candid photos of you. the ones where you’re laughing too hard, looking out a car window, or concentrating on something. those are his favorites, and his camera roll is full of them.

bf¡judebellingham keeps screenshots of your texts. especially the sweet ones. he’ll never admit it, but on bad days he’ll scroll through old messages just to make himself smile.

bf¡judebellingham has a habit of calling you the second something exciting or good happens. good game? calling you. funny story from training? calling you. new movie coming out? calling you. you’re always the first person he wants to tell everything to.

bf¡judebellingham has a habit of looking over at you whenever something funny happens. before he laughs, before he reacts, he’s checking to see if you’re laughing too.

bf¡judebellingham never lets you carry heavy bags by yourself. you’ll reach for them, and somehow they’re already in his hands before you can even argue.

bf¡judebellingham loves teasing you. he’ll mispronounce your favorite song lyrics on purpose or dramatically tell stories wrong just to watch you get annoyed and correct him.

bf¡judebellingham always saves you the last bite of whatever he’s eating. even if it’s his favorite food. he’ll casually slide the plate toward you like it isn’t a big deal.

bf¡judebellingham loves lazy days with you more than fancy dates. staying in, ordering food, watching movies, and doing absolutely nothing together is honestly one of his favorite ways to spend time.

bf¡judebellingham gets extra nervous when you’re around his family because they always pamper you and spill his childhood secrets and old habits.

bf¡judebellingham loves giving you flowers every week, he changes up the days each time so you aren’t expecting it. he’ll always follow it up with your favorite snacks or a cute bag you’ve been wanting.

bf¡judebellingham hates that you love rollercoasters. they’re his biggest fear, but he forces himself to get over it so you can be happy. and he also never complains about going on them and does not make excuses as to why he shouldn’t ride one.

-

1 missed facetime call from jude

jude: hey im back

jude: pick up

2 missed facetime call from jude

jude: wait pick up 😭😭😭

3 missed facetime call from jude

jude: pick up lmfaoao

jude: 😭😭😭 pick up

4 missed facetime call from jude

jude: pick up

5 missed facetime call from jude

jude: Pick up

ranting about your days, sharing gossip you got from your friends, playing games just the two of you, late plans for the next day; you’d talk about everything and nothing the whole night, till you’d both end up falling asleep on the phone. a mistake when it happened the first time, and an occurrence jude tries to repeat every time—talking your ears off till you fall asleep; he fakes offense.

childhood friend jude who lays completely under the blankets with you when you two manage to actually have a sleepover, who turns the flashlight on and makes weird faces under the light till you laugh so hard your parents knock on your bedroom door asking if everything’s ok. you cover your mouth, smile evident on your face when you tell them that all’s ok, and all truly is, when you lay on the same bed with him.

childhood best friend jude who first meets your lips in 2019, sitting in your bed, impatiently waiting for your reaction when he tells you about going to dortmund—an impulse, by the way he panics right after, stands up and babbles excuses; you deem it as a mistake. he didn’t mean to, a common impulse between childhood friends who swear are inseparable. you’d know after all.

you two never speak about it again before he moves to germany, though you remain close—an equivocal decision interpreted however one would like to.

childhood best friend jude who assumes with hope and a heart full he has opened your relationship to a room of care, adoration and love—who goes to dortmund with expectations and his smile big. he might now be too far to see you everyday, still, this didn’t seem like a problem for you, for your friendship, relationship; something more.

childhood best friend jude who still facetimes you every night and with whom you talk to as you always have, though your heart aches with what you could’ve been—more than a mistake, more than an impulse.

The boys didn’t hate love, far from it. But this? This was something else entirely. Because before you Mattheo was smug smirks and one night stands, careless hookups and relentless flirting. And now? Now he was heart eyes, soft kisses, intertwined hands and sweet whispers, nuzzling noses, pink roses, monogamous. And if that could happen to Mattheo? It could happen to any of them.

Terrifying.

Theo shook his head with his own look of disdain that slowly transformed into an irked confusion.

“It’s like he’s been drugged, like he’s on Amortentia.” He paused, a brief look of shock on his face. “Wait, you don’t think?…” He let the sentiment hang and looked around at his friends.

They all thought for a moment.

Then collectively shook their heads at the notion.

You weren’t that kind of girl. And if they were completely honest with themselves they didn’t blame Mattheo, though they’d never admit it. You were the kind of girl any of them would fall for, too sweet for your own good, with a beautiful smile and a kind heart. No, you didn’t need to drug anyone to make them fall for you.

“Can you imagine him on it, though?” Theo laughed. “I mean, what’s left? Would he stand on the table and serenade her?!”

“He’d probably propose,” Blaise said flatly.

“There would be tears involved—“ Enzo added.

“—Poems. Sonnets,” Draco snickered.

They laughed.

Then, a collective moment of silence ensued as they all imagined the utter humiliation of their lovesick friend. Slowly their thoughts permeated, and it was like small lightbulbs clicked on over each of their heads as they shared sly, mischievous smiles with one another.

— ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

Two weeks later you slid into breakfast beside Mattheo, your thigh pressing against his, close enough to feel his radiating warmth, to be wrapped in his scent like vetiver and pine. He looked over to you and smiled so wide his eyes twinkled and a small dimple formed in each cheek.

“Good morning, YN!” Draco said eagerly, pulling you from the moment. You were taken aback at his unusually chipper energy.

“Hi, Draco,” you said, turning to smile across the table at him.

You looked around and realized all of the boys were smiling back at you, which was slightly confusing but ultimately a very welcome change; you knew your presence irked them, they were never subtle about it. So this felt… nice.

“Drink up, mate!” Blaise said, pushing a goblet towards Mattheo. “Got a big game this afternoon, don’t want you dehydrated.” Mattheo snorted but acquiesced, accepting the goblet and taking several gulps before you both busied yourselves with your breakfast.

In a moment you could feel Mattheo’s hand under the table gently squeezing your thigh and you looked over to see him smiling at you, his amber eyes twinkling and his mouth quirked in a perfect grin that you immediately mirrored.

“Hey, I love you,” he whispered and pressed a quick warm kiss to your lips. It lingered with heady pressure and your eyes fluttered closed before they opened again as he gently pulled away.

Theo and Draco were batting each other’s arms in anticipation.

Blaise was holding his breath.

But that was it.

One sincere statement. One chaste kiss. And then the morning continued in relative normality. Sure, you ogled each other, finished each other’s sentences, giggled at each other, blushed. The boys watched the two of you intently like a tennis match back and forth waiting for Mattheo’s impending implosion, his grand, drug-induced outburst. It never came.

“You fucking twat! You got a bad batch,” Theo whisper-yelled to Draco.

“Excuse me who couldn’t be bothered to go get it himself? I assure you it’s the best money can buy,” Draco rebutted.

“Clearly didn’t work…” Blaise muttered under his breath as the three of them continued to argue, each too busy bickering to notice Lorenzo sliding in beside Mattheo, half-asleep, mid-yawn reaching for the wrong goblet and taking a swig. Then another.

He felt his cheeks flush and set the goblet down very very slowly. He let out a deep breath. And then he calmly stood and sauntered down the table next to you, nearly pushing a third year off the bench to make space beside you.

He sat backwards, leaning against the table so he was facing you directly. Closely. Mattheo looked up briefly, clocking his movement.

“Hey,” Enzo said, smoothly running his hand through his hair, tousling it in the effortless way he liked to do to get attention.

“Hi Enzo,” you giggled.

“Fuck I love how my name sounds on your lips” he said, low and sultry.

“What?” You laughed again, your giggle a bit more unstable.

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Mattheo echoed, the rising edge of his tone finally catching the others’ attention.

But Lorenzo only had eyes for you and your lips… his lidded eyes locked on them as he bit his own like he was indulgently imagining what you tasted like.

“You’re so fucking hot, YN. I’m crazy about you,” he said, breathless.

Mattheo was on his feet. “Berkshire you have two fucking seconds to back the fuck away from her before your face meets the table.”

You looked quickly between Enzo and Mattheo, trying to diffuse the situation.

And now Theo, Draco, and Blaise were paying attention for an entirely different reason.

Blaise reached for Mattheo’s goblet, confirming it was empty. “Enz,” he asked. “Did you drink this??”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”Mattheo snapped, his eyes never leaving Lorenzo whose eyes never left you. He couldn’t look away from you, his cheeks swirling pink with flustered desire. He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you; you, you, you, your gorgeous hair, your delicious perfume, your laugh, your perfect laugh, your goddamn lips, all of you, right there in front of him this whole time. He had to have you. He reached for you.

And was yanked off his seat and flung to the floor.

“—No no no!!” Theo shouted.

“—Wait!!” Blaise yelled.

They tried to intercede, leaping over table.

“—You don’t fucking touch her!” Mattheo roared as he pinned Lorenzo down.

“Matty!!” you shouted, scrambling to your feet.

“I love her!!” Enzo shouted valiantly. “She’s everything to me, Riddle you’ll never understand the way I feel!”

Mattheo’s fist flew and Enzo let out a yell as he grabbed his face, blood gushing between his fingers.

“Say that shit again!” Mattheo dared, just as his friends managed to grab ahold of him, barely holding him back.

“ILUFFHER!” Enzo cried, the sentiment muffled in tears beneath his hands and his blood.

Mattheo tried to swing again.

“Mattheo!!” Theo shouted as they held him back. “He’s drugged! He’s on Amortentia!!”

Mattheo’s attention finally snapped to his friends. “What?!”

“We put it in your goblet” Blaise admitted quickly.

“Why the fuck?—“ Mattheo started.

“—Come on,” Draco said, pushing the group towards the door as he nervously eyed the nearby professors.

— ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

All of you sat side by side on a bench outside the infirmary.

Blaise was rubbing his temple.

Draco had his arms crossed as he pouted.

Theo looked down at his hands in his lap.

Mattheo flexed his split knuckle which was slowly mending itself as you held his other hand.

And on the far end of the bench, Lorenzo held a rag to his bleeding nose, staunching the blood there as the side effects of the Amortentia wore off, leaving him confused and very grumpy.

“What doesn’t make sense is that you drank it too, didn’t you?” you asked Mattheo quietly.

“Yeah, I mean I remember feeling warm in my chest, like I wanted to be near you and tell you how I felt,” he said.

A pause.

“Maybe that just means I can’t possibly love you more than I already do?” he concluded, glancing at you with a lopsided, lovesick smile.

Lorenzo gagged.

Draco sighed.

Theo groaned.

And Blaise ran his hands down his face as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Mattheo’s lips with a satisfying smack.