𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - phil foden

60

"just follow me." he says walking out of the living room

i stand up and follow his footsteps, i walk up the stair case and see him stop infront of a door.

he waits for me to catch up before opening it, i knew it was his when i saw it.

"no way, i am not sleeping-." i say before he cuts me off

"you wish." phil says walking off

he shows me to the next bedroom.

"this one mine? or you just joking around again." i say

"yours darlin." he says as i walk in

"good to know that i can call you that then." phil says

"what?" i ask

"you didn't say i can't, normally you do." he says

"well you can't." i say

"too late...darlin." he says smirking

i walk around the room over to the window that looks out onto the manchester city. i slightly pull open the blinds that were covering the view and look outside.

"wow." i say

i feel two hands round my waist and someone elses body press up against the back of mine.

"it's good isn't it." phil says

i turn my neck and see him directly behind me, he slowly lets go of my hips.

"good to know i can call you darlin and hold you like that." he says 

"you're so annoying." i say

"and handsome." phil says

"mmm okay." i say

we gain eye contact, he looks me up and down.

"you aren't getting me this easy, you've got your work cut out." i say walking past him out the bedroom

i walk back downstairs and go to the living room.

"back here again?" phil asks entering

i take my phone out of my pocket and see messages from multiple people. i first message maya.

*the messages*

me: i'm here

maya: good journey?

me: fell asleep

maya: what are you doing?

me: on the sofa

maya: where's phil?

me: next to me

maya: don't do anything stupid

me: i won't

*end of messages with maya*

"who you texting?" phil asks me

"stalker." i say

"who are you texting?" he repeats

"why you so stressed?" i ask

"i didn't tell the boys that i was leaving." he tells me

"why not?" i ask

"well i didn't know i was till i heard you on the phone for a taxi did i." he says

"so gareth doesn't know either?" i ask

"no." phil says

"great so we're both missing." i say

"you didn't tell him either?" he asks me

"no chance, why would i." i say

"fucking hell, they're gonna think we're dead or something." phil says

"i need to text jack." i say

"no." he says grabbing my phone that was open on maya's messages

"don't read them." i say snatching it back

"what's on there that i can't see?" he asks

"nothing, just shut up." i say

"you shut up." he says

"no." i reply

phil smashes his lips onto mine, i don't pull away and instead slip my tongue in his mouth.

but then i pull away...

"i want you." phil says

"i want you." i reply

"so why you stop?" he asks

"i-i don't know, we just c-can't." i say getting off the sofa and running out the living room

i run up the stairs into the bedroom phil let me sleep in, i slam the door behind me and jump into bed. tears start falling from my eyes and running down my face.

i don't know why i was so upset, just seeing him brought everything back. everything back that happened, everything back how he made me feel. i hated myself.

the door opens but i don't look, i stay on my side looking at the window.

"y/n are you okay?" phil asks

"please, talk to me." he says

soon enough i see him, he walked to the side of the bed i was on. he kneels down on the floor so he is on the same level as me. he wipes under my eyes with one of his fingers.

"what's wrong?" he asks again

"nothing." i say

"tell me, i'm listening." phil says grabbing one of my hands and grazing it with my thumb

"you wouldn't understand..." i say

"well we don't know till you tell me." he says

"i'm sorry, it's just when we were downstairs, kissing, everything came flooding back." i explain

"what do you mean?" he asks