𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - phil foden

33

i look at phil as he doesn't stop holding my hand after dad had told him to.

"phil go." i say quietly knowing what would happen if he didn't

he slowly lets go and stands a few feet back.

"finally, come on now." dad says

i don't follow him.

"you are coming with me even if i have to carry you." he repeats, "see you in a few weeks jack."

dad grabs my hand that is in the shape of a fist and starts pulling me out of the stadium. i look behind me as the distance from me and the boys grows.

'please' i see phil mouth

'i can't' i mouth back 

"what are you looking at, you're gonna trip over your own feet." dad says as i look forward

when we get to the car park i see the car, the car every school trip would be made in, every holiday, every shopping trip, oh actually we never went shopping we got it delivered.

"dad i can get in a car." i say as he walks me to the back of the car

"are you serious? can i not go in the front?" i ask

"no, get in." dad says opening the door and letting go of my arm

he immediately shuts the car door and walks round to the driver seat.

"2 and a half hours, get comfy." dad says

"oh we need to go get my stuff from-." i say before being interrupted

"we'll get it delivered." he says

my phone vibrates in my pocket, i take it out and see phil.

*the messages*

phil💓: i miss you

me: same

phil💓: i can't not see you for another month

me: in a few days i guess i could try sneak out and drive myself to st georges

phil💓: do that

me: i'll try

phil💓: i'm so sorry about earlier, of course you can stand up for yourself

me: no it's fine, i understand where you were coming from

phil💓: you put up a good fight earlier, proud of you

me: ha thanks

phil💓: it was hot

me: you're hot

phil💓: you

me: i've got to go i'm losing signal, i'll text you when i'm home

*end of messages*

dad continues driving up the motorway until he pulls off into a service station.

"i'm gonna get a coffe, can i get you anything?" he asks parking in a space

"can i just come?" i ask

"no, you're not leaving this car until we're home." he replies turning the engine off

dad gets out the car and lock it with his car keys, i lean back in my chair and sigh.

this is exactly why i didn't want to come back, i'm 20 and couldn't be trusted getting out of a car. i undo my seatbelt and reach forward to the front and put the radio on and they are talking about englands win.

"great result for england today, i do have to say they were playing very very well. we have some interviews from a few members of the squad, including gareth." the reporter says