𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - phil foden

35

an hour later we were off the motorway and joining all these different roads.

"nearly home princess." dad tells me looking over his shoulder

"who's at home?" i ask

"your mother." he says

"and." i say

"peter." dad tells me

"fuck sake." i say quietly to myself

"language young lady." dad says, "i've got mary to clean your room for you and wash all of your clothes."

"she didn't need to." i say

"that's her job y/n." he tells me

"sorry dad." i say

i feel like i'm always apoligising to him, i don't want to be in this car anymore. i look out the window and see we're on a quiet road. i grab the handle and take a deep breath, i swing it open while un doing my seatbelt at the same time.

"y/n what the hell are you doing!? close that door right now!!" he shouts

"listen to me missy, put your seatbelt on and close the door. we are on a road! a car could come at any second."

"i don't care, i don't care anymore dad." i say taking a deep breath

i jump out of the car and land on my feet looking down at the ground.

i'm on the floor, my eyes won't open, it's like they're forced down.

i wake up in hospital.

i look around and see a doctor standing at the end of my bed.

"how are you feeling?" she asks me

"what happened?" i ask

"you got hit by a car." she explains, "i'm dr wells."

"is dad here?"

"no sorry darling." dr wells says

"how did i get here?" i ask

"someone driving by reported you." she tells me

"am i okay?" i ask

"you're fine, you just need to calm down." she says walking over and checking my heart rate monitor, "i'll be back soon, let me know if there's anyone you want me to call." she says walking towards the door

"there is." i say before she exits the hospital room

"who should i ask for when calling home?" she asks

"my boyfriend." i reply

i give her the number and continues walking out. i ly back and look up at the ceiling, how do i keep winding up in hospitals? what happened to dad? how's phil? why do i feel sick?

"peter's on his way." dr wells says poking her head in the room

"no no my other boyfriend." i say, "it's not how it sounds." i quickly add

"i'm sorry, i think he's already in his car. i can call the other boyfriend aswell?" she suggests

"no they can't be here together." i explain

"okay, again i'm sorry." she says closing the door behind her

great, peter was coming. the one person i didn't want to see.

i look round the room and see my bag on the armchair placed in the corner next to the window, i slowly swing my legs off the bed and pull myself up. i walk over to the chair bringing my machine with me and open it up and get my phone. 

i get back in the bed and open messages, i want to text phil, but then he will come. but i want to see him, but peter's on his way.i'll text him, he'll be on the coach anyway so he couldn't even if he wanted too.

*the messages*

phil💓: did you get home okay?

phil💓: y/n it's been ages, are you alright?

me: little change of plan, i'm in hospital, but please don't worry.

phil💓: what? what happened? what hospital? i'm coming.

me: the doctors say i'm fine, i got hit by a car. i'm at northampton but aren't you on the coach?

phil💓: have you not seen the time? it's 8, we got back like three hours ago

me: it's been that long?

phil💓: me and gareth are coming, we'll be about an hour and fifteen minutes

*end of messages*

the door opens and my eyes follow it, enters peter.

he runs over like he's never seen me before.

"are you okay? i don't want to see my angel like this, you don't deserve this baby. that car was so stupid, you're so beautiful." he says kissing all over my face

"i'm fine." i say pulling his face off of mine holding his cheeks

"what did the doctors say honey?" peter asks me

"they said i'm fine." i reply

"i wouldn't be able to live if you weren't." he says

"sure you would." i say

"no baby you mean the world to me." peter says

"peter, do you not remember a few days ago?" i ask

"we don't need to remember, i'm just happy that's in the pas and we're back together." he says smiling rubbing my cheek

"we're back together?" i repeat

"your dad told me you said we were but when the hospital told me you said i was your boyfriend i can't tell you happy i was. i love you." peter says as i nod not wanting to have to say the three words