𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 - phil foden

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"go grab that table, i'll get you food." i say to phil

"sure?" he asks

"yeah, and get the one furthest away from everyone else." i say

i grab us both some food and follow him over, "thanks." he says as i pass him his plate

"someone's calling you." phil says

"it's probably dad." i say

"you not gonna check?" he asks

"don't really feel like listening to him shouting at me right now." i say

"what are we gonna do when we go back?" he asks

"just go back to what we used to do, pretend nothing was going on and tell him people were telling lies." i say

"but i don't want to pretend anymore." he says

"what makes you think i do either? i just think we should, it works better for everyone." i say

"no, your my girlfriend, i should be able to hug you whenever i want, i should be able to kiss you whenever i want. either you tell your dad right now, or we can't be together." he says

"wait what?" i ask

"come and find me once you've sorted it out." he says getting up and walking out of the canteen leaving his food on the plate

i wanted to be with phil, but if my dad was mad at a kiss, how mad would he be with a relationship? but surely he already half knows, so he's already half mad, so he can't get too much mad. so i'd answer his call, and just come straight up with it.

"hi dad." i say picking up my phone

"finally you care to answer your phone." he says, "i am not happy with you abi."

"i can tell." i say

"let me talk." he says, "i don't know if you think what i said is some kinda joke, but i meant it. you and my players can not date, i'm sorry but that is how it is." 

"dad..." i say

"what?" he asks

"..." i say, "i'll call you back."

i couldn't tell him, not like that. he needs a bit of time to calm down.

i quickly finish my lunch and put my plate away along with phil's half eaten one. 

i go back to our rooms and knock on phil's door.

"who is it?" i hear him shout

"y/n." i say

"wrong answer, girlfriend or friend?" he asks

"girlfriend." i say

i was gonna get him to open that door, if i had told dad or not.

"you told him?" phil asks opening his door

"yep." i say

"thank you." he says grinning

i give him a smile back, he walks closer to me and puts his hands round my waist and kisses me.

"come in." he says pulling away and walking into his room

i shut the door behind me, "you don't think we should go see if we're meant to be doing something?" i ask

"they'll come get us if they need us." he says

"so there's a new show i wanna watch." i say

"what one?" he asks

"squid game." i say

*anyone else watching it? it's so brutal but so investing😭*

"let's watch then." he says

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*twenty minutes later*

"smile." phil says holding his phone up and taking a photo

i watch as he goes onto instagram and selects the photo, and just as hes about to tag me i grab his phone.

"what?" he asks

"why are you posting it?" i ask knowing dad's not okay with it

"well why not, you told your dad, so lets tell everyone else." he says wanting to take his phone back

"tomorrow? please." i say

"but-." he tries to say before i interrupt him

"i promise, tomorrow. you'll see why." i say giving his phone back turned off

"fine." he says putting his phone on charge and putting his arm round me

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once the first episode was over, he asks me what i want to do.

"i don't know." i say

"i know." phil says

"what?" i ask

he quickly kisses my lips before getting off the bed and taking his shirt off letting my eyes draw to his abs.

"like what you see?" he asks

"mhm." i mumble

he pulls me to the edge of the bed and helps me up, i nod before he helps me take my top off. he pushes me back down onto the bed and climbs on top of me.

"don't get me pregnant." i say making him chuckle