𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 - phil foden

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

"morning lover." phil says

"morning." i smile, "ready for another day of lies?"

"i thought cause you told your dad we don't have to lie anymore?" he asks

"right... can we just keep it a bit more quiet today though? cause he's probably getting used to it." i say

"i mean if thats what you want." he says

"we can be truthful tomorrow." i say

"we go home tomorrow." he says

"wait really?" i ask, "thats gone so quick."

"the game is today." phil says

"sure they won't do as good without you." i say

"thanks." he says

"does that mean we'll be doing even more interviews?" i ask

"no less, cause they'll be showing the game." he says

"so lets do something today." i say

"london date?" phil suggests

"sounds good." i say

"i'll go ask if we can." he says getting up

"wait." i say pulling him back

i quickly kiss his lips, "now you can go." i say with a smile

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i hear the door open again, "so...?" i ask as phil walks in

"lets go see london darlin." he says

"yay." i say getting up out of bed

"so i'm gonna be picking out your outfit otherwise you're gonna wear trackies." i say

"fine but only if i can pick yours." he smirks

"i guess." i say

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