𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - phil foden

59

"wait." i say as he turns his head to look at me

"what's up?" he asks

"i called a taxi, from a proper taxi place. how did you end up being the driver?" i ask

"oh y/n, it was actually obvious. surprised you didn't notice." phil says

"huh." i reply

"i saw you with all your bags, so i snuck out the back way, got in my car and pulled up." he says

"that's not possi-." i say

"it's true." he says

"something's wrong with me, i would notice." i say

"maybe you need sleep." phil suggests

"i don't need sleep." i say

"just close your eyes, i'm here." he says

"i don't need you." i say

"you do." he replies, " just rest your eyes then, you'll feel so much better." 

phil puts his hand on my thigh, i immeditelty pull it off.

"what do you think you're doing?" i ask

"come off it." he says

"what?" i ask as he puts his hand back on my thigh

"i know you like it." phil says

i don't reply, but i also don't move his hand. i lean back in my chair and close my eyes. 

i hadn't forgiven him, and i wasn't excited to have to spend every minute with him in his house. but maybe we'll get there eventually.

maybe...

*hour later*

"wake up gorgeous." i hear phil say as i rub my eyes

"don't call me that." i say

"whatever you say princess." he says

"or that." i say

"what do i call you then." he says looking at me

"y/n." i say

"boring." he replies

"excuse me." i say, "you can't talk"

"my name's great." he says opening his car door

phil walks round and opens my door, he getrues for my hand.

"i don't need help." i say

"i think you do." he replies

"i don't." i say pushing him away and getting out the car, "see."

i slam the door shut and look at the house infront of me.

it was massive, no surprise. it was the definition of modern.

"you coming?" he asks

i look at him and see he had the door open and was waiting for me.

"if i have to." i say

i walk to the front double doors and phil moves out of the way making room for me to walk in.

"so this is foden's house." i say looking around

"names phil." he says

"boring." i say smirking

"your hot when you do that." he says

"do what?" i ask leaning on the table in the hallway next to me

"shut up." he says walking over to me

he puts his hand on my cheek, i go to whisper in his ear.

"not a chance...phil." i say walking off

i look back and see him shaking his head and grinning before looking back up and watching me walk down the hall.

"stop staring!" i shout 

"i was looking at the view out the window." he says

"yeah i need to teach you how to lie..." i say

i approach a white, plain, wooden door and open it. 

it was the living room, it had black leather L shape sofas, black wooden coffee tables, a massive tv and of course, a ps4.

i collapse onto the nearest sofa and watch as phil walks in with a glass of mango and orange juice.

"you remembered." i say looking shocked

"of course i did." he says handing me the drink

it was my favorite, i remember telling him about it ages ago.

"thank you." i say taking a sip, "you not gonna sit down?"

"am i allowed on the same sofa as you." he says laughing

"oh fuck off." i say as he sits down next to me

"what do you wanna watch?" he asks me grabbing the remote off the table

"don't care, never will." i say

"money heist it is then." phil says

"no." i say sitting up and grabbing the remote

"you said you didn't care?" he says

"course i care, i'm not gonna sit here and watch something i don't like am i." i say while scrolling through netflix

i can't find anything i want to watch, i look at phil who looked bored.

"nothing." i say throwing the remote down onto the sofa

"there's loads of shows, can't you just pick one?" he asks annoyed

"don't get moody with me foden." i say

"wanna go see where you're sleeping then?" he asks

"nothing better to do." i say standing up

"i'm letting you live here, start treating this place with courtesy." phil says

"when did you learn that word?" i ask distracting him because i didn't want to apoligise