Jude Bellingham x Olivia Rodrigo
Between Stadium Lights and Stage Lights
No smut
For my best friend (forever) yadiiii🥹 ily twin
Chapter One: Two Different Worlds
The first time Jude Bellingham and Olivia Rodrigo met, neither of them expected to remember the other.
It was at a charity gala in London.
The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, cameras flashed every few seconds, and conversations overlapped into a constant hum. Jude had only attended because his club encouraged players to support the event. Olivia had accepted because the proceeds would fund music education programs.
Neither particularly enjoyed these kinds of nights.
Jude adjusted the cuff of his suit and quietly slipped away from the crowd toward the balcony.
A cool breeze greeted Jude.
Jude: "Finally," he muttered. "Silence."
Olivia:"Not exactly."
Jude turned.
Olivia leaned against the balcony railing, looking out over the city skyline.
Jude:"Oh."
Olivia smiled politely at him.
Olivia:"I thought I was the only one escaping."
Jude laughed.
Jude:"I guess we're both antisocial."
Olivia:"I prefer the term selectively social."
Jude nodded.
Jude:"I'll steal that."
For a few moments, neither spoke.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable.
Finally Olivia broke it.
Olivia:"So..."
Jude:"So?"
Olivia:"I've never actually been to a football match."
Jude looked genuinely surprised.
Jude: “Seriously?"
Olivia shrugged.
Olivia:"My schedule doesn't exactly leave room."
Jude: "Fair enough."
Olivia: "What about you?"
Jude: "What about me?"
Olivia: "Ever been to one of my concerts?"
Jude rubbed the back of his neck.
Jude: "...No."
Oliva pretended to gasp.
Olivia: "I am deeply offended."
Jude: "I've heard your music."
Oliva: "Oh, well, now you're forgiven."
Both laughed.
Someone called Jude's name from inside.
Jude: “I should go.”
Olivia: “me too”
Jude: “it was nice meeting you."
Olivia:"You too."
Neither expected that to be anything more than a pleasant conversation.
---
Chapter Two: Unexpected Crossroads
Months passed.
Football season became relentless.
Touring became exhausting.
Their lives continued on opposite sides of the world.
Until one afternoon.
Jude was scrolling through social media after training when he paused.
A clip appeared.
Olivia was backstage before a show.
Someone asked what she listened to before performing.
She smiled.
Olivia: "Honestly? Sometimes football highlight videos."
The interviewer laughed.
Interviewer: "Really?"
Olivia: "They're weirdly motivating."
Jude blinked.
Jude: “No way."
He laughed to himself before sending a simple message through a mutual friend.
A reply came hours later.
Jude smiled.
That became the beginning.
Not long conversations.
Just occasional messages.
Random jokes.
Photos of airport delays.
Late-night complaints about jet lag.
Nothing serious.
Yet.
---
Chapter Three: Timing Never Worked
Every time it seemed they might actually spend time together...
One of them had to leave.
(Over call)
Jude:"I'm flying to Madrid tomorrow."
Olivia:"Oh."
Olivia:"I leave for Tokyo tonight."
Another missed opportunity.
---
(Over call)
Jude:"I'll be in New York next week."
Olivia:"I was there yesterday."
They laughed.
Jude: “Worst timing ever."
Olivia: "The absolute worst."
---
Months became nearly a year.
Neither admitted they looked forward to those random conversations more than they should.
One evening Jude sat in an empty stadium after training.
Jude’s phone buzzed.
He stared at it.
How did she know?
Jude smiled.
She noticed.
---
Chapter Four: Learning Each Other
Eventually, their schedules finally aligned.
Just one afternoon.
A quiet café in Madrid.
No cameras.
No interviews.
Just coffee.
Olivia: "So," Olivia asked, "do people really recognize you everywhere?"
Jude sighed.
Jude: "Most places."
Olivia: "Does it ever get exhausting?"
Jude looked out the window.
Jude: "Sometimes I wonder who actually knows me."
Olivia nodded.
Olivia:"I get that."
Jude: "You do?"
Olivia: "People think they know me because they've heard my songs."
Jude: "But they don't."
Olivia: “correct.”
Jude smiled at her.
Jude: "That's... surprisingly comforting."
Olivia laughed.
Olivia: "Being misunderstood together?"
Olivia: "I'll take it."
Hours disappeared.
Neither noticed.
When Olivia checked the time, her eyes widened as she gasped.
Olivia: "My flight leaves in two hours."
Jude: "What?"
Olivia: "We've been here for five."
Jude laughed.
Jude:"I guess conversation makes time disappear."
Olivia smiled.
Olivia: "yeah, I guess so."
---
Chapter Five: Almost
Their friendship deepened.
Phone calls replaced texts.
Inside jokes multiplied.
They celebrated each other's successes from thousands of miles away.
When Jude won another trophy or when Olivia released a new album—
Everything felt easy.
Except one thing.
Neither wanted to admit their feelings.
---
One evening after one of Olivia's concerts, they walked through empty streets.
City lights reflected on rain-soaked pavement.
Jude: “I've missed this," Jude admitted.
Olivia: "We just saw each other last month."
Jude: "I know."
Jude: "It feels longer."
Jude looked over at her.
Olivia: "i guess it does."
Olivia noticed the way he looked at her.
And Jude noticed she'd noticed.
Neither said anything.
Instead...
Jude: "You hungry?"
Olivia laughed.
Olivia: "You really know how to ruin a romantic moment."
Jude: "What romantic moment?" He chuckled nervously
Olivia: "The one neither of us acknowledged."
He smiled.
Jude: "I noticed, but I was hoping you'd ignore that."
Olivia: “I almost did”
---
Chapter Six: Distance
Then came the hardest season.
Jude suffered a frustrating stretch of injuries.
Olivia became overwhelmed by touring.
Calls became less frequent.
Texts became shorter.
Neither meant for it to happen.
Life simply got louder.
One night Olivia stared at her phone.
She typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Deleted.
Finally—a day later he texted back…
Hours later...
Just “trying to be”
Nothing more.
For weeks.
---
Chapter Seven: The Conversation
Almost six weeks later, Olivia arrived in Madrid for a festival.
She wasn't sure whether to message him.
Before she could decide...
Her phone rang.
Olivia:"Hello?"
Jude: "You never told me you were in Spain."
Olivia smiled even though Jude couldn’t see her.
Olivia: "I was going to."
Jude: "When?" He said in a playful tone
Olivia:"...Tomorrow?"
He laughed.
Jude:"Come meet me."
---
They met in a quiet park just before sunset.
For several minutes they simply walked.
Finally Jude spoke.
Jude: "I've been terrible at keeping in touch."
Olivia:"You've had a lot going on."
Jude:"So have you."
Olivia: "I know."
Silence.
Then—
Jude:"I missed you."
Olivia stopped walking.
He turned.
Jude:"I kept thinking if I said it out loud..."
He looked down at the cracks of the concrete floor and kicked a rock around.
Jude:"...it would make everything complicated."
Olivia stepped closer.
Olivia:"It already is."
Jude looked back up at her.
Jude: "What do you mean?"
She smiled sadly.
Olivia: "Because I missed you too."
---
Chapter Eight: Choosing Each Other
Weeks later, after another concert, Olivia found Jude waiting outside the venue.
Not with photographers.
Not with flowers.
Just himself.
Olivia: "You came." Said cheerfully
Jude: "I said I would."
She smiled.
Olivia: "You always do."
He looked at the features of her face for a long moment.
Jude: "I'm tired of pretending you're just my friend."
Olivia’s heart skipped.
Olivia: "So am I."
Jude:"You are?"
Jude: “I thought I was the only one."
Jude laughed softly.
Jude: "I've been trying not to fall for you for over a year."
She shook her head, smiling.
Olivia: "I lost that battle months ago."
Jude reached for her hand.
This time, there was no hesitation.
No rushing.
No grand declaration.
Just two people who had spent months learning each other's fears, ambitions, and quiet moments.
Jude: "So..." Jude said with a grin.
Olivia: "So?"
Jude: "Does this mean you'll finally come to one of my matches?"
Olivia laughed.
Olivia: "Only if you'll come to another concert."
Jude:"It's a deal."
Olivia squeezed his hand.
Jude: "Good." He leaned in and kissed her cheek
Then together they walked away from the flashing lights, leaving the cameras behind for one quiet evening.
For the first time since they met on that London balcony, neither of them was in a hurry.
Sometimes the best stories aren't the ones that happen quickly.
Sometimes they're the ones worth waiting for.
The end
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