𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 - phil foden

43

"do you need anything babe?" phil asks me 

"could i have some water?" i ask him

"of course, i won't be long." he says getting up off the sofa bed

phil walks out and shuts the door behind him, i look back at my phone and decide to phone joe as i haven't spoke to him in a while. i dial his number and wait for a response

"hey y/n." i hear him say from the other side of the phone

"hi joe, everything okay?" i ask

"all good here thanks but what about you and that baby of yours." joe says

"i'm doing good thanks, me and phil got to hold will for the first time today which was incredible. he still has to be here for two more weeks." i explain

"that's tough y/n, i'm sorry you two have had to go through this." he says

"thanks joe, i miss you." i say

"i miss you too... and track." he says laughing

"i kind of wish i knew my last year was my last year." i say

"trust me, same here." he says

"you're not running anymore?" i ask

"no, mum made me get a proper job." he explains

"that sucks, i'm sorry." i say

"no no it's alright. we need to see each other soon, we could go to the track in town." joe says

"i would love that." i say

"bring phil aswell." he says

"will do, i'll let you know when we are all done with hospital and back at home." i say

"no rush, you need to recover first anyway." he says

"i've got to go now joe, talk to you soon." i say declining the call as i see phil walk in

"joe?" phil asks me

"yeah i was just seeing if he was okay, once everything's better me and you are going to go meet him at the track in town." i say

"i'm so bad at running." phil says

"i'm bad at football and i still come so shush." i say

he walks over and passes me my water.

"thank you." i say as i take a sip

*TWO WEEKS LATER*

"y/n, wake up." i hear phil say as i slowly open my eyes and rub them

i sit up and look at his beautiful blue eyes.

"huh." i say

"we're leaving today, remember?" phil says

"we are?" i ask

"yes with william." he tells me

i jump out of the uncomfortable sofa bed.

"hey missy not so fast, give me a kiss." phil says pulling me back into the bed

i kiss his forehead and stand back up

"you're not serious are you?" phil asks

"best you're gonna get, be grateful foden." i say walking off to our suitcases to get some clothes out

i pull out some denim jeans and a cropped white tee, i grab a black top and jeans for phil and throw them over to him.

"catch." i say before he throws his hands infront of his face