So... Before I start writing this oneshot I want to say that I'm absolutely disgusted by the comments under Judes last post. The way people wrote about his performance today makes me angry and sad. Calling him a motherfucker and posting racist comments is so very disgusting and it hurts to see that there are still people who think like that. Jude is a wonderful, beautiful person and a great football player. And all that at only seventeen years. These comments are so mean and I really don't understand how people can post those things. If you have Instagram and haven't done it yet: please show him some support, whether you're a fan of him or not. Racism is not an opinion and we should all fight against it and be nice towards those people who experience it. So please take a moment to write something nice. It's not a big thing but I think showing some support is the best thing we can do at the moment. Oh, and please report people commenting mean stuff. Those comments must not be there. And now enjoy this oneshot, based on today's events.

Jude's POV

I open my apartment's door and slam the door, just to lean against it and glide down while starting to cry. Today is such a shitty day. We played against Köln and the game resulted in a tie which we definitely can't be happy about. We could've definitely won and we really had to win but we didn't. And today I'm one of the reasons. In the middle of the first half I blocked a shot. Unfortunately it was my arm. I didn't mean to touch the ball with my arm but somehow my brain stopped working. Köln got a penalty for that and scored. Knowing that I'm one of the reasons for the tie is hard but... The comments on social media are even harder. Under my post from three days ago there are loads of comments saying that I was an overhyped player who is too bad for anything. But not only that. They also insult me and my mother, call me a motherfucker and write racist stuff. I know that those people are a rather small percentage of the people who see my posts but it still hurts. I have always experienced racism but after such a terrible day it hurts more than on other days.
I'm really upset right now and I don't want to let it be like that and so I screenshot some comments and put the screenshot on my story before putting my phone aside. I slowly walk into the kitchen where I make some tea. For normal that'd take like three minutes but today I don't concentrate on it and I need much more time. As my tea is ready I leave the kitchen again and enter my living room where I sit down on my sofa and start the TV. I zap through a couple of shows but don't find anything I want to watch and so I start prime video to rewatch some keeping up with the kardashians episodes. It might sound weird but it's my favourite show. It somehow makes me laugh and I used to watch it with my younger brother Jobe which makes me feel like I'm home right now.
I've watched about five minutes as my doorbell rings. I slowly get up and scuff to my door. I open it just to see Gio and Erling. "What do you do here?", I ask unmotivatedly and look at them. They look at each other, then Gio says: "Well... We've seen the comments on your last post and your story and thought that it'd be better if you weren't alone and so we've come here to be with you." It's really kind of them and it is very touching but I don't know if I want to be with anyone right now and so I say: "Thanks for the offer but I'm okay and I don't need anyone right now." I try to close the door but Erling is faster and puts his feet between the door and the frame. I sigh and open the door widely again. "Don't lie Jude.", Erling says, walks into my apartment together with Gio and then adds: "We know that you're not alright. Jude, we are your friends. Don't push us away. We're here because you are important to us and we don't want to see you suffer." I am really touched now. Like... I haven't known them for long but they are really great friends already. They really care, they don't just pretend to do so.
I now smile a little and say: "Okay, take your shoes off and go to the living room. I'll make you some tea. Is raspberry vanilla okay?" They both agree and I enter the kitchen. It's really kind of them to be here. It's very hard living in abother country without having your family with you and so good friends are really important. And I'm really happy and thankful to have good friends like that.
As I enter the living room I see some food on the table. Gio notices my confused facial expressions and explains: "We thought that you'd be hungry. You didn't eat anything after the game. And so we brought everything we could find in our apartments. It's not a five star rated meal but it's made with loads of friendship and appreciation for you." Little tears fill my eyes again but this time it's happy tears. I walk towards my two best friends and pull them into a hug. I sobb a little, then say: "Thank you so much for coming. You're right, the day was horrible with the penalty, the tie and those comments and having you here right now makes it a lot better. Thank you for being such caring, good friends." They both hug me back and Erling answers: "You don't have to thank us jude. That's what friendship means. Being there for each other no matter what happens. And we're not the only ones. If you look on Instagram you'll see that all our teammates also support you. And there are so many people defending you in the comments, telling those assholes what they are and writing nice, supportive stuff. Don't listen to those hate comments Jude. We, our teammates and your community love and support you. And all the things those disgusting people write are wrong. We all are very happy to have such a talented, intelligent, funny, and caring friend like you."
Those words make me so much happier. I hug my friends for some more time, then really look at my phone. I'm really happy about the things I see. Every single of my teammates here and in England and all of my friends and my brother have reposted my story, writing kind things about me and telling the haters to fuck off. And in my comment section there are many people writing nice things, telling me to not give a fuck about the haters' opinions. I'm totally astonished by all the support and again cry happy tears. Gio and Erling hug me again, then they do their best to make me think about other things. We eat all the food they brought and even some snacks I found in my kitchen and we laugh a lot. As my family calls me Gio and Erl still stay here and comfort me as I think about the hate again. I am really happy to have such great friends and my brother and my parents also seem to really like it. My friends and I play Fifa and watch movies until  about three in the morning, then we fall asleep. I don't have the bad dreams I expected to have because I know now: with these great people by my side the hate doesn't have any chance to win.