i leave the sitting room to see phil standing there.
"oh hi." i say
"what was that?heard shouting." he asks
"nothing." i say
"why did sancho slam the door?" phil asks
"i've already said." i say, "it was nothing."
i try walk away, phil does the same jadon did, pulling on my arm pulling me back. i jump at the feeling of someone pulling me
"please get off me." i say pulling back and feeling my heart beat in my throat
"𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲." phil says, "what did he do to you?"
"since when do you care so much." i say, "i thought all you did was call me hot."
"i can be nice sometimes you know." he says, "and you can trust me, so let me know."
i hadn't seen this side of him yet, all i knew was the cocky foden who didn't understand i wasn't his.
"he kissed me." i say
"what?!" phil shouts
"but you can't tell anyone." i say, "especially not ben."
"why? you need too." he says
"i don't." i say, "he said he'd hurt me if i did."
"as if have you seen the guy?" phil asks, "he'd lose in a fight against a five year old. i promise he won't hurt you."
"thanks for this but erm i'm gonna go back to my room..." i say
"and do what? call your boyfriend." he says
"well i was going too." i say, "unless you wanna hang out?"
"i'm meant to be training... but i'll come find you later?" phil suggests
"wait you're meant to be training right now?" i ask
"yeah." he replies
"well then why are you here?" i ask
"you disappeared, then sancho ran after you. it didn't look good." phil says
"thank you, no one else would of done that for me, not even my own brother." i say
"he probably didn't notice." phil says
"exactly, see you later." i say walking off to my room
i take a quick shower in my room and decide to make myself feel good about myself, so i do some makeup and put one of my dresses on. i wasn't gonna go anywhere like this, like i wasn't gonna leave my room. but i liked feeling pretty.
@𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: lol as if
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@𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡.𝐰𝟎𝟎𝐝𝐬: loml 💞
~reply to @𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡.𝐰𝟎𝟎𝐝𝐬: @𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: miss u already babe
~reply to @𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: @𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡.𝐰𝟎𝟎𝐝𝐬: miss you too darlin
@𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: Beautiful daughter💗
~reply to @𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: @𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: love you mum <3
@𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡: Should be training miss olympian
~reply to @𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡: @𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: i'll come out later ben 2.0
~reply to @𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: @𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡: Don't call me Ben
~reply to @𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡: @𝐲/𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: you're turning into him
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i watch about fifteen minutes of clueless before my phone lights up with a notification, i look down and see
'@𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 has commented on you post'
it was probably 😍 or, stunning or something i wouldn't wanna hear from him.
but instead, it was @𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧: How you feeling?
i decide to text him as i wasn't going to let every on instagram know.
___
y/n: hey, i'm a lot better thank you
Phil Foden: Good. I'm all done with training if you still wanna hang out?
y/n: that would be cool, come up to my room?
Phil Foden: I'll be two mins
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there's a knock at my door and i open it to phil
"hey." he says
"how was training?" i ask opening the door wider for him to come in
"alright, you looked good out there on track." phil says
"haha thank you." i say
"so i talked to sancho." he says
"what? i told you not to!" i say
"and you really thought i would listen?" phil asks
"what did you say?" i ask
"just for him to never go near you again, or he'll be messing with me first." he says
my phone buzzes, "who is it?" phil asks
it was josh, but for some reason i didn't want it to be him if that makes sense.
"it doesn't matter." i say
"it was your boyfriend wasn't it." phil says
"yeah, but i don't need to reply right now cause we're hanging out, he can wait till later." i say
i wasn't thinking about the words coming out my mouth really, i was just living in the moment.
"lets watch something." i say jumping onto my bed, "you can come and sit."
i watch as phil walks round to the other side of the double bed and gets on beside me
"money heist?" i suggest
"yeh cool." he replies
"oh wait sorry the tv remote is just on that bedside table." i say getting on my knees and leaning over him
i lose balance and collapse on top of phil, "sorry." i say
"don't need to be sorry sweet." he says
i look into his eyes, wondering why i haven't just got off him.
"are you gonna kiss me or what?" i ask
he chuckles before pulling my face closer to his and kissing my lips.
