once dinner was over we get told we're allowed to leave the table and the boys get the rest of the evening off.
i go back to my room, no surprise. i pick up my phone, going straight to instagram once again to see i've been tagged in lots of posts? those posts being phil fanpages editing the one photo they've got of us two from when josh posted it.
it almost made me laugh, i don't like phil. and... even if i did, no one would find out about it.
𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹 𝗙𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗻: Wanna come to my room?
𝘆/𝗻: to hang out?
𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹 𝗙𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗻: Sure if that's what you want
𝘆/𝗻: you're the one who asked
𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹 𝗙𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗻: Just get your ass over here
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i knock on his door with my phone in my back pocket.
"thought you were meant to be fast." phil says opening the door
"huh?" i ask
"you should of run here." he says
"don't like you that much." i say
"so you like me a bit?" phil asks
"i like you a normal amount for a friend." i say
"so now you're 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭." he says
"no?" i say
"do you like me more than sancho?" phil asks
"i like anyone more than him." i say, "so don't get too hyped up."
he walks away from the door letting me in as i close it behind me.
"do you ever look at your fanpages?" i ask
"sometimes why?" phil asks
"you should see what they're all posting." i giggle
"good or bad?" he asks getting his phone out his pocket
"you'll like it." i say
i watch as he smirks reacting to it.
"told you." i say
"i mean they all want us to be together." phil says, "i want us to be together. do you?"
"i don't know." i say
"well do you like me in that way?" he asks
"i don't know." i repeat
"well you're not saying no anymore..." he says making me laugh
"can we watch something." i say looking a his tv
"sure but nothing weird." phil says
"what does weird mean?" i ask jumping onto his bed and lying back on the headboard
"like outerbanks or to all the boys i've loved before." he says laying beside me
"ugh damn it." i say
"you like those?" phil asks
"i'm joking." i say, "what about money heist?"
"that's what i'm talkin abouttt." he says grabbing the remote
"i like barely got any sleep last night." i explain a few minutes in to the programme
"were you too busy dreaming about me?" he asks
"sorry to break it to you but my life doesn't revolve around you." i say looking at him and making eye contact
"is someone telling a lie." he says holding the eye contact
"i never lie." i say
"not even when you said you didn't like me?" phil asks
"i didn't." i say
"but you do now then." he smirks kissing his biceps
i slap his head, "you think so much of yourself don't you." i say
"oh darlin you really are tired." he says sneakily slipping his arm round my shoulder
"who said your allowed to touch me?" i say slightly sitting up
"we've litreally slept together and that's what you care about?" he asks
"shh, we're missing what's happening." i say leaning back into his arm and quickly resting my head on his chest
i feel phil start to play with my hair with his other hand, then i feel my hair being pulled out.
"ouch." i say sitting up off his chest
"oops." he says
"what were you doing?" i ask
"i was trying to braid it." he says
"you were trying to braid my hair?" i ask
"yeah it will look good on you." he says, "now let me carry on."
phil pulls me back down putting my head back where it was as i carry on watching the tv.
"since when do you braid hair?" i ask
"shut up." he says gently tugging on my hair, "be careful with your words miss chilwell."
"don't call me that." i say
"why not?" he asks
"cause it's hot." i say, "and i don't wanna kiss you."
"wow way to get a guy y/n." phil says
"no not like that." i say, "i just can't be bothered to move."
"well tough no kiss." he says
"you come to me." i say
"your lying ontop of me i can't move." he says
"well tough no kiss." i mimic him
"you're so confusing you know that." phil says
"i know." i say rolling over and feeling the half done plait in my hair
i see phil pull a face, "doesn't look as good as you thought it would?" i ask
"let me take it out." he says reaching out
"that can wait." i say touching his lips with mine
