𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - phil foden

66

i walk into his bathroom and shut the door behind me.

i take my top off but it messed my hair up so i grab his hairbrush and run it through my hair. in the mirror i see the door open, obviously.

"oops sorry didn't know someone was in here. but... now i'm here?" phil asks poking his head in

"you can stay i guess." i say giggling

he opens the door properly and walks in and sits down on the toilet and looks me up and down.

i put my new top on and look back at him.

"what?" he asks

"i don't know." i say

"you need help?" phil asks smirking

"do you think i need help?" i ask

"yeah, come here darlin." he says pulling me over to where he was sat by my waist.

he undoes the zip to my shorts and pulls them down, he helps me step into my new ones. phil pulls them up to my hips.

"perfect." he says

"thank you." i say

"you don't need to thank me gorgeous." he says

"wanna be in my photo?" i ask, "it's going on my page."

"is that even a question." he says

phil gets up and puts his arms around my waist whilst kissing my cheek

*the post*

@y/n.grealish: @philfoden 

@maya.woodlock: cuties but once again text me

@jackgrealish: old photo?

~reply to @jackgrealish: @y/n.grealish: no??

~reply to @y/n.grealish: @jackgrealish: oh, when u get here, don't come see me

~reply to @jackgrealish: @philfoden: do you have a problem with us bro

~reply to @philfoden: @jackgrealish: yeah actually i do

@philfoden: shittt this is cute

~reply to @philfoden: @y/n.grealish: if you say so handsome

*end of post*

"ignore jack." i say putting my phone down

"what the hell is wrong with him." phil says

"he is my brother phil." i say

"sorry, why won't he just accept we're together." he says

"i don't know, i'll talk to him when we're there." i say

"he told you not to though." he says

"when have i ever done what he says?" i ask walking out the bathroom

i grab my bag off phil's bed and put it on my shoulder.

"let me." he says

"i've got it." i say

"you're pregnant." phil says

"so? doesn't mean i can't carry a bag." i say

"i don't want you to trip." he says

"fine, but not cause i can't carry it because we don't want to end up in hospital." i say, "understand?"

"yeah yeah, come on." phil says taking my bag from me with his in his other hand

i follow him out of his room and down the stairs, he makes sure everything is locked up before opening the front door for me. i shut it.

"what the hell are you doing?" he asks

"i can open my own doors." i say

"i didn't say you couldn't?" phil says

"oh sorry, i thought you were doing this pregnant thing." i say re opening the door

we both walk out to his car where he puts our stuff in the boot, i get in the passenger seat and wait for him.

he finally comes and starts the engine.

"what music do you want on?" phil asks while reversing out of his drive

i watch his veiny hand on the gear stick while zoning out.

"y/n?" he asks

"sorry what?" i ask

"i said what music do you want." he repeats

"let me connect my phone." i say touching the screen infront of me

"you're doing it all wrong, i'll do it once we're on the motorway." phil says as i sit back in my seat

he puts his hand on my thigh and looks over his shoulder at me

"hey you okay?" he asks

"fine." i reply

"what's wrong?" he asks

"nothing." i say

"jack?" he suggests as i nod

"i'm scared he's gonna do something to you." i say

"i can put up my own fights." phil says

"please don't fight him." i say

"no, not like that. i promise, he couldn't hurt me even if he tried." he says

"don't leave my side when we're there, got it?" i ask

"got it darlin." he replies