Haallingham Stories

Norway lost to England. Their plane is supposed to take off two days later. Sending a message to Jude, who is likely still celebrating his team's victory, and their advancement to the semi-finals, might not be the smartest move Erling has ever made, but it's probably one of the most desperate. The man knows he shouldn't, he knows that once more, he's about to break one of the few rules that he resolved to follow even though he had absolutely no desire to do so. But he does. He does send a text, then reviews all the mistakes he has made since telling Jude Bellingham that they would both be better off finding girlfriends. or A world where two boys can have fun in front of the cameras, but must stop the moment it stop rolling.

Erling's gaze dropped to Jude's lips. Just lean in, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. "Ruin the friendship. Who cares? " Jude didn't pull away. His chest rose and fell in a slow, expectant rhythm. His hand hovered on the bench between them, fingertips inches from Erling's. Then Jude cracked a soft, nervous smile, breaking the spell, and patted Erling's knee.

The same game that took everything from her, gave him everything. Jude Bellingham is a star. Both off and on the pitch. His coaches know it. His teammates know it. His friends. Family. They all know it. But most of all, he knows it. So why can't he help but to feel that there's something missing? He doesnt know what that something is, though. And the guilt of wanting more-even after all he has, whether worked for or handed to him on a silver platter by his wealthy parents-is eating at him more and more every day. That is until a quiet girl with a shy, but life-changing smile and equally life-changing golden blonde hair stumbles her way into his life and effectively flips it upside down (or a sports metaphor...idk). Ellise Haaland has been overridden by her anxiety all her life and there's nothing shes been able to do to get rid of it. Especially after her brother, Erling's tragic death after an outraged football fan attacked him outside the stadiums when her home country, Norway, lost. It wasnt fair. Erling had nothing to do with the game. Of course, he was a football fan, much like most of the world's male population, and he'd played school games here and there. But he had never been good enough to play professionally, so it made no sense when the man killed him. Over a game. A ball. If there's one thing she hates, it's football. It killed her brother. It killed her mother. All it did was destroy and hurt and she was sure there was nothing that would ever change her mind about that. Unless...