𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 - phil foden

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"aw i'm sure daddy phil won't get angry." jack says

"piss off." phil says as i kick jack's shins from under the table

"but i'm serious, if my dad finds out he will go mental." i say

"he won't find out." jack says

"promise?" i ask

"i swear." he says

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"alright everyone, back out!" dad shouts

"see you out there, i need to go put my boots on." phil says

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*skip to after dinner*

"are you okay?" phil asks me

"yep." i say

"good." he says, "wanna get away from these guys?"

"what do you mean?" i ask

"lets go outside, you can show me what you know about ball." phil says standing up off the sofa

"and where do you two think you're going?" mason asks

"out." phil says pulling me up

i walk along beside him out to the training grounds, "you really can't go half an hour without coming out here can you." i say

"no chance." he says chuckling

"go get me that ball will you?" phil asks

"ugh." i say

"you're dad's told me you can do 1500m, and that's about 200m away and back so you'll be fine." he says

"i'm only going if you come too." i say, "it'll be a race huh, footballer, school cross country team."

"alright, you countdown." he says

"feet behind that stick." i say, "3...2...1...go"

i drive forward and push off, running forward with either leg. i wasn't the best at starting, since i'm a long distance so phil was slightly infront, i take deep breaths and push really hard until i'm level. in the corner of my eye i see him turn his face to look at me, but i don't look back. he's trying to distract me, so instead i increase speed even more and overtake him. i sprint to the bag of balls and collapse on the floor so seem really dramatic.

"alright alright you're quicker than me." he says slowing down

i look up at the sky catching my breath, i turn my head and see phil now sat beside me on the ground.

"ly down." i say

"i thought we were gonna play." he says

"did you really think i was gonna play footy with you?" i ask, "no, now come." i say pulling his arm back

he lays down next to me on the grass, we both roll onto our sides to face each other.

"i really like your face ya know." he says in his manchester accent

"me too." i say smirking

"you're eyes are really pretty." he says

"thank you." i say smiling

"what are you thinking about?" i ask him a few seconds later

"how badly i want to kiss you." he says 

"do it." i say, "kiss me."

phil smiles whilst putting his hand on my cheek, i lean in and kiss his lips before pulling back.

"that one counts by the way." he says winking

"you know what." i say

"what?" he asks

"i love how you're so comfortable here, like at the house it would always be a bit awkward." i say

"this is basically my home, my family, i love it here, i'm a different guy." phil says

"that's really cool how you found something you love so much." i say

"did you not like running?" he asks

"i loved it." i say

"why stop?" he asks

"i tore my acl, never got back into it. but that's why dad wanted me here, to start up again." i say

"let me go easy yeh in training, not too much running." he says making me laugh

"no chance foden." i say

"you cold?" he asks noticing i'm slightly shivering

"a little." i say

"here." he says taking his hoodie off, "smells really good by the way."

"does it now." i say taking it from him and holding it up to my nose

"told you." he says chuckling

"how did you know i liked it, i didn't say anything." i say

"i can tell these things." he says, "put it on then."

i slip it over my head and pull it down, "bit big." i say giggling

"it looks perfect." he says, "suits you."

"lets go back in." i say standing up

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"you're so lucky you get your own room, i have to share with chilly and stonesy." phil says as i open the door to my bedroom

"let's get this straight, i have no clue who any of these people are." i say

"right sorry." he says laughing whilst following me in

"shut the door." i say

"what's this?" phil asks picking something up from my desk

"oh that's a photo of me and tom when we had both came first in the county league." i say

"who's tom?" he asks

"he's sam's best friend, so we don't speak anymore. i didn't put it up for him, i put it up for me. it's my second biggest achievement." i say

"what's your best?" he asks

"nationals, but i look horrendous in the photo cause they decide to take it right after i crossed the finish line." i explain

"you know what i think is your biggest achievement." phil says

"what's that?" i ask

"pulling a guy like me." he says smirking

"lets re-phrase that, you pulled me. i'm way outta your league mister." i say 

"fine, you pulled me." he gives in

"well not yet, we aren't together are we." i say, "and on that note, i need a shower so can i see you after?" i ask

"i can't be bothered to leave." he says

"you're not getting in with me." i say

"na don't worry, but can't i just stay in your room?" he asks

"i guess, but don't mess anything up." i say

"i won't mum." he says

i walk up closer to him, grabbing his chin so he looks directly at me.

"what did you call me?" i ask

"it's a joke, calm down beautiful." he says quickly giving me a peck

"i see what you were doing, nice trick foden." i say walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me