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Jules always got comments saying that his style was cold or that his style was amazing. What nobody knew was that you were his stylist and girlfriend.
He had a personal stylist, and that was you. He would always ask you what to wear to whatever event he was going to.
He never liked being basic. He was more extravagant and extra. Just like how he is on the pitch.
This was another one of those times he came to you.
"Babe, what should I wear? I was thinking of the cargo pants with the spider hoodie you bought me." Jules asked as he started looking through his closet.
It was matchday, so he wanted to look good for both you and the media.
"What do you feel like wearing?" You asked, getting off the bed and setting the phone on the nightstand.
"The hoodie you bought me, but I don't know what else..." Jules said, sounding upset.
You stood beside him and started looking in his closet, which was the majority of the clothes you picked out for him with his money. Of course, you asked him to spend his money, and he said, go crazy.
You bought him a completely new closet so he had better style.
"What about a suit? James Bond style?" You said it with a smirk while flicking through his clothes.
"A suit? Really?" He was surprised by your suggestion.
"Yeah. I mean, it's the first match of the Champions League, so why not?
"Si vous le dites." If you say so, He said, shrugging his shoulders.
You picked the suit and wore the shirt he would wear. You had his name on your back with the number '23'.
He kissed your cheek and took multiple photos of you both in the mirror. He captioned it:
"Mon styliste 🤍🤍"
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you are loved 🤍
