Haallingham Stories

( Aftermath 2 ) Set back at the very beginning of their encounter, when destruction became the start of everything and the seeds of love began to grow. This is the story of how The Nordic Beast learned to understand the true meaning of love for the first time, alongside the struggles of a dominant omega who was deemed "different" and ostracized, as he slowly clawed his way up to conquer the ladder of the football world. Their story is something neither of them could have ever imagined. Yet, through this very connection, they finally realized that they were born to complete each other from the start-destined solely for one another.

The story begans between the two rivals- Erling Haaland and Jude Bellingham... Erling Haaland, a well known Norwegian player of Manchester City F.C. was a powerful and defeatless alpha, he had light blue eyes followed by his silk, golden-blond locks. While someone on the other hand was the complete opposite- Jude Bellingham a fine England player of Real Madrid C.F. was known as an omega but with his dark brown eyes and the bratty attitude of his, he was no different upon most alphas. However fate has its way...

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...

Si había algo de lo que Erling Haaland estaba completamente seguro, era que podría querer a Jude Bellingham mucho mejor que Anthony Gordon. Erling nunca creyó en el amor a primera vista... hasta que Jude apareció por primera vez en las instalaciones del Borussia Dortmund. Bastó una sola sonrisa para poner su mundo de cabeza. Desde entonces, los entrenamientos dejaron de ser simples entrenamientos, las victorias se sintieron más brillantes y compartir el mismo vestuario con Jude se convirtió, al mismo tiempo, en el mejor y el peor regalo que la vida podía darle. Mientras el mundo veía a Bellingham como una de las mayores promesas del fútbol europeo, Jude solo era capaz de escuchar la voz de la persona que más amaba, recordándole una y otra vez que nunca sería suficiente. Nunca lo bastante bueno. Nunca lo bastante brillante. Nunca digno de ocupar un lugar en uno de los mejores clubes del mundo. Erling, en cambio, veía algo completamente distinto. Veía al mediocampista que hacía mejores a todos los que lo rodeaban. Al chico que nunca dejaba de sonreír aunque estuviera roto por dentro. Al jugador capaz de cambiar un partido con un solo toque... y al hombre del que, sin darse cuenta, se había enamorado perdidamente. Quizá no pudiera borrar todas las cicatrices que Anthony Gordon había dejado en el corazón de Jude. Pero sí podía quedarse a su lado mientras aprendía a sanar. Aunque eso significara amar en silencio. Aunque eso significara romperse el corazón. Porque, si existía alguien por quien valiera la pena arriesgarlo todo... Siempre sería Jude Bellingham.

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.