𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

𝐶𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅! ~ 𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑛

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
This "mini story" contains:
~ smut (not so major)
~ violence

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩
𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨.

I end my conversation with the boys who are all downstairs raiding food from the hotels cafe. Me and Phil are going on a date today as it's our 2 year anniversary, these days have gone so quick and i've enjoyed every moment with him it honestly feels like yesterday since i met him.

"Has anyone seen Phil?" I look around the reception trying to find him, no where to be seen.

"He said he was going to your room." Mason Greenwood walks past eating pineapple and cheese on a cocktail stick.

"Thanks." I smile at him.
I'm not to keen on Mason, i mean he maybe a lovely guy but he just gives me top dog bad boy vibes and I don't like it.

What is Phil doing though? Maybe he's got jet lag from yesterday and sleeping. I'll go check on him.

"Phillll!" I smiles, swiping my finger through the bumpy hotel walls of the corridor leading to our room.

I tap the keycard on the door unlocking it, shutting it behind me and hearing all sorts of moans and groans, what the fuck is this boy getting up to.

"Why are you watching porn? You have me?" I look up from the floor turning the little corner, realising all the clothes on the floor, the exact England tracksuit i'm wearing but a mens one, which is obviously Phil's, i continue slowly looking up noticing the bra...

I look up instantly finding Phil and not only him, a girl getting fucked the shit out of, i look at them not knowing what to do, i stand there in shock, as my feet won't be able to cooperate with me and get out of this room

My hand lead to my mouth, tears slowly fall down my rosie cheeks, being red from our embarrassment and humiliation.

I'm finally able to move and I run out the room, slamming the door. I put my hood up so no one who knows me notices, i run through the corridor, tears racing out my eyes down to my cheek dripping either on the floor or down my chin and neck.

All the boys are still in reception busy and talking, laughing away to what ever was funny.

I run out of the exit of the hotel, running through the streets of the unknown.

These people must think i'm a crazy lady running through this place which i'm not familiar with crying, i turn a corner finding a area which is peaceful and quiet, it's leads me to an alley way.

My back falls down the wall and i land on the stone made floor, head in my knees with my hands wrapped around my legs for support as i try and rock myself to calm down but i just cry even more.

No one has walked by in the past 10 minuets, my phone begins to ring.
I struggle to reach into my pocket as i shake, i wipe my tears and answer the call.

me: hello?

jack grealish: hiya lovely i saw you run out the hotel, what's wrong?