Secret love// Phil foden (COMPLETE)

Part 21

Mias POV:
I rubbed my hand in circles up and down his arm, trying to calm him down. It didn't work.
'Are you fucking joking?' Phil asked me, in a low whisper.
'Baby it's okay!' I replied, kissing his head.
'He has the nerve to actually sit there and try and turn you against me so he can fuck you?' He laughed.
'Does it matter? You know I don't want him.' I replied.
'I don't care, he's still trying it on with you. You can't be around him.' He said at once.
'Oh this sounds completely similar to the whole Chloe situation.' I said bitterly. We got off the bus in silence, and Phil pulled me into the middle of everyone, kissing me as hard as he could, making sure everyone was watching. He pulled away after a few minutes and kissed me once more on the head.
'Shes my girl okay?' He asked angrily, getting close to Jack.
'Yeah well you don't fucking treat her well.' Jack said, bitterly. Phil clenched his fists and I pulled him away, wrapping his arms around me instead.
'An I really a bad boyfriend?' He whispered.
'No, no you're not.' I replied, calming him down once more. He nodded, letting go of me and taking his boot bag from my hand, before taking a deep breath and heading into the stadium.
'Is he okay?' Gareth asked me, in a whisper so nobody else could hear.
'He's gonna have to be.' I replied, as Jordan threw his arm over my shoulder and walked me into the stadium.
'Go get ready I'll see you in abit.' I said to Jordan, pushing him into the changing room, as he tried to protest against me, saying he was too tired.
I looked in to see Jack and Phil shouting at eachother, and waited outside for one of them to be pulled out.
'You're a dickhead you know that? She's my girlfriend, she's going to be my fiancé, and she's going to be my wife.' Phil shouted.
'Not if you keep acting like this she wont.' Jack laughed.
'Phil get off of him!' Raheem shouted. I burst into the room, grabbing my boyfriend and trying to pull him back.
'If I see you speak to her again I'll hurt you.' Phil spat, hitting him once more and storming from the room.
I followed him and he kept walking, not even turning to look at me.
'Excuse me?' I called after him.
He didn't stop, he headed into a singular changing room and closed the door behind him.

'Open the door.' I said angrily.
'Mia just give me a second.' He said, obviously still upset. I pushed the door open, and saw him sat on the bench, shirt off.
'Hey.' I whispered.
'I'm so sorry.' He said, opening his arms to me. I sat down besides him and put my head on his shoulder, rubbing his leg softly.
'It's okay.'
'I just don't want anyone to be able to take you from me. And it's disrespectful that he's meant to be a team mate, and he goes behind my back like that.' He said, rowing himself up once more.
'Listen to me, no matter what he says, I'll always only have eyes for you.' I replied.
'I know.' He said.
'So why act like that?' I asked.
'Because I just hate when people think they've even got a chance.' He scoffed.
I moved my hand to his face and forced him to look at me, his eyes glistening slightly.
'You're okay but I need you to calm down for me or you won't be able to play.' I said softly.
'I can't share a pitch with him.' He replied angrily.
'You're going to have to, we need you.' I said, moving so I was sat on his lap.
He moved his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him, kissing me passionately. I pulled away and rested my forehead against his, looking him in the eyes.
'You can't do this to me.' He whispered.
'If you behave, you can have as much of me as you want.' I teased.
'I want you now.' He said, huskily.
'Hurry up Phil we're on soon!' Raheem shouted through the door. I grabbed him by the throat and kissed under his jaw, before moving my legs to get off of him. He clung onto my leg and didn't let me move.
'I can't go out there like this.' He said, looking down at the bulge I'd created.
'Is the door locked?' I whispered. He nodded, sliding his shorts down.
'You've got to be quiet princess.' He teased, moving my thong to the side and helping me lower myself down onto him. He wrapped his hand around my mouth, thrusting upwards into me. I tried to pull his hand away but he didn't move it, worried I'd make too much noise.
'You feel so good.' He whispered, using his free hand to steady my hips, making sure he went all the way every time.

'I've missed you.' I said, holding onto his shoulders and throwing my head back.
'Stop it, I want to watch you.' He said, grabbing my head and forcing me to look at him as he went faster.
'Is that good?' He asked, in my ear.
'Mhm.' I moaned, trying to be as quiet as possible.
'Stay still im close.' He whispered, as I squeezed my legs around him. He covered my mouth as I hit my high, collapsing ontop of him.
'Don't stop now baby.' He moaned, forcing me to sit up straight, thrusting into me a few more times before I felt him finish. I bounced on him a few more times before getting up, my legs shaking. He gave me a tissue whilst he wiped himself down, and quickly threw on the rest of his kit.
'Are you sorted now?' I asked.
'Most definitely, you need to sort out your hair.' He laughed. I quickly took my hair out and just brushed it with my fingers, leaving it down.
'You ready?' He whispered. I nodded, grabbing his hand. I led him to the pitch, where the rest of the boys were waiting to go on.
'Did you speak to him?' Gareth asked.
'Yeah, he's okay now.' I smiled.
'Good.'
I saw Phil smirk out of the corner of his eyes, before pulling me in for one last kiss, running onto the pitch.
He stood near Jack but I didn't even see him pull a face.
'What put him in such a cheery mood, he was beating him up half an hour ago.' Kieran asked me, sitting down on the bench.
'I have no idea.' I shrugged.