𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 - phil foden

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"i don't think that's a good idea." phil says

"wait we need to go do something first anyway." i say pulling him up

"where are you taking me?" he asks as i lead him through crowds of people

"you obviously haven't had enough to drink, so this is yours and this is mine-." i say before he interrupts me

"you're not having another one." he says

"yes i am, you're not my father." i say

i take a tight grip of my glass and put phil's in his hand, "right now we can go up."

phil reluctantly follows me up the stairs and down the hall to my room. when we get there i take a deep breath and rest my hand on the handle.

"you don't have to do this." he says

"yes i do." i say slamming it open, "look who it is." i shout as they climb off each other

"y/n-" sam says before i cut him off

"no sam, i don't want to hear it." i say

"please." he whines

"she said no." phil says walking slightly closer to me so our arms are two inches apart

"i mean why? just why? i thought we were happy." i say

"we were, and we still can be." sam says

"no we can't, it's over. both of you get out of my house immediately." i shout

they both sit there on the bed not moving, "you heard her." phil adds

amy runs out, leaving me, phil and sam in the bedroom.

sam stands up infront of me, i look up at his face.

"i'm so sorry." he says, "i shouldn't of done it." he adds, "i'll miss you."

"can you just hurry along." i say

sam quickly kisses my lips before running out, i walk over to my bed and collapse. i look up and see phil leaning against my wardrobe with one of his hands on my desk supporting him.

"are you sure that's what you want." he says

i look up at the ceiling, "yeah i mean no, i mean yes, yes it is." i say

"because you could still save it, it's obvious how in love with you he was." phil says

"no, i don't want him back." i say

"okay, i'll let you have some space." he says

"thank you." i say whilst watching him leave the room

i grab my phone and see april posted.

@𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲