𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 - phil foden

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨

when we get to annabelle's office i take a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"come in." we both hear her say

i follow phil in, i'm so nervous but he just looks fine.

"thank you so much to both of you for coming, please take a seat." she says sat in her chair on the opposite side of the desk

phil pulls my chair out for me before he sits down. my leg was shaking uncontrollably, phil notices and puts his hand on my thigh forcing me to stop. i don't know why i was so nervous, but he definitely knows how to make me feel a lot better.

"so as englands newest couple, lot's of people have been getting in touch with us cause they know you're here. and they want you." she says

"what?" i ask shocked

"brands. they want to advertise you two." annabelle says

"oh i don't think-." i say before phil breaks me off

"what brands?" he asks

i didn't want to do this, it's just creating more problems and rubbing it in my dads face more.

"calvin klein, tommy hilfiger, guess and many many more." she says

"and why do they need both of us?" phil asks

"they want to do a couple shoot." she says

"what's the difference? i'm not doing a couple shoot." i say walking out the room closing the door behind me

*PHIL'S POV*

annabelle starts to rise out of her seat after the door slams

"let me deal with it." i say, "i think i know what it's about."

i close the door behind me and see y/n leaning against the wall a few metres away picking her nails. 

"what was that?" i say as i get closer grabbing her attention

"what do you mean what was that?" she asks

"did you not realise how rude that was just walking out? annabelle's only pitching an idea to us, she's not forcing us?" i say

"i don't like the idea." y/n says

"i don't get whats so bad about the shoot? it's just a few photos." i say

"it's not just a few photos, it's a few photos that go worldwide." she says

"i still don't see the problem." i say

"my dad-." she tries to say before i cut her off

"it's always your dad, this is getting ridiculous now y/n. he doesn't control your life, you're old enough to do that yourself now." i say

"you just don't get it phil." she says say

"i don't blame myself. one minute you agree to posting a photo of us kissing, next your stressing over a few photos complaining about your dad?" i say

"atleast i care about my job!" y/n say

"whats that meant to mean?" i ask

"everything you're doing right now is risking your chances of playing for england massively." she says

"since when?!" i say, "This is the first time i'm hearing that."

"well your managers my dad and he doesn't like us going out." she says

"you lied." i say

"what?" she asks

"you lied to me." i repeat

"when?" she asks

"you told me your dad was fine with it, and this whole time i've been risking my career and you didn't think to come clean?! " i say

"phil i'm sor-." y/n tries to say

"forget it. forget us." i say

"you don't mean that." she says, "i was going to tell you."

"fucking hell. no you weren't, you were never gonna tell me. cause you just think everything in life will go easy for you, you think anything bad will just sort it self out. well listen to this, life isn't that easy, you don't even know how to take care of yourself. you've only had this job for a few days and suddenly you care about it so much?" i say, "oh also, me and the lads all find it so funny you think you've actually earned the job and got somewhere in life, cause it's so obvious your dad just gave it you because he couldn't find anyone half decent."

"are you done?" she asks me

"if i was you i wouldn't have anything to say." i say

"you know why i care about it so much? you. you phil, i get to see you every day, i get to work with you. but fine, in my head i always had a little voice telling me i'm only here cause of my dad. thanks for letting me know all your opinions, really appreciate it, especially your thoughts on it. maybe i don't know how to take care of myself as much as you, still live with my parents and my 13 year old sister, don't know how to cook, only just got my driving licence, leave the keys in the house. but you don't know anything about my childhood phil, you don't know what i fucking went through. in a way i respect you, takes a lot of nerve to tell your girlfriend she doesn't desevre her job and got the easy route, she doesn't know how to take care of herself and would fail to live alone and that she's so self obsessed that she thinks everything in life will come to her. so sorry to hear you guys broke up though." y/n says before running off