I wake up and look to my left to see Phil still sleeping. I grab my phone and watch some tiktok. After 10 minutes i hear someone groan. 'Goodmorning' i say and look at Phil. 'Morning' Phil says a bit grumpy. ' someone is grumpy' i say and put my phone away and look at him. ' i'm not grumpy i'm just not awake'he says and i chuckle. 'Alright' i say and get up. ' nooo' Phil says and i look at him. ' i want to cuddle' he says and i laugh. I get in bed and Phil wraps his arms around me.
After half an hour i get up and take a shower. I do my skincare and makeup and then pick out an outfit.
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I got into the bedroom to get my phone. ' i like your outfit' Phil says while looking my up and down. ' thank you' i say and kiss him. I get downstairs to make him something to eat. Once i'm done i get everything and bring it to him. ' thank you' he says. ' is it alright if i'm going shopping with the girls today, they asked before your accident. I don't want you to be alone' i ask him. 'noo, you don't have to stay with me' he says. ' are you sure' i ask him. 'Yes i'm 100% sure' he says. ' oke, well i have to go. Don't go down the stairs and just don't do anything stupid' I say and kiss him. 'I won't' he says and i leave. I parked my car and went to the place where we would meet. ' heyy' i say and give them a hug. ' heyy' they says. ' long time no see' Charlotte says. ' for reall' i sau. We walk around a bit and i buy some things. ' so i heard something about at the match from yesterday a player was hurt pretty bad' Sophia asks me. ' yh Phil got tackled and he is the one that got hurt' i say. ' oh no is he oke' Amelia asks. 'Yess he is but he can't play for 2 months' i say. ' poor Phil' Sophia says. We shop some more and then we decided to go eat something. After that i said goodbye to the girls and went back home. I once i got home i went to the living room to put down my bags but Phil was sitting there. ' phil walter Foden what did i tell you' i say and he turns around. ' uhm shit' he says. 'Your so stupid' i say and kiss him. ' thanks iguess' he says and i laugh. ' no but seriously how did you get downstairs' i ask him. ' my mom came' he says. ' noo i wanted to say hi' i say and sit next to him. ' she had to go to idk a meeting or something' he says. ' alright, want to see what i got' i ask him and he nods. I do show and then i make diner.
After i cleaned everything up we watched a movie. ' i'm bored' i say. ' i can change that' Phil says with a grin on his face. ' no phil not like that' i say. 'I got an idea' i say and get up. I get upstairs into the bedroom where i grab my makeup bag. ' alright close your eyes' i say i walk down the stairs with my makeup bag behind me. ' nah-ah i already know what's coming' he says. 'Well you can't run away' i say and sit next to him. 'Urghh man why me' he says. ' boy shut up your such a drama queen' i say and start with foundation . After Phil yapping about not liking it and how i i took advantage of his blessure i was finally done. ' done, you look gay' i say. 'Really i couldn't tell' he says and i laugh. I get out my phone and take a picture of him. 'Your gonna delete that right now' he saus. 'No' i say. ' yes you are' phil says trying to grab my phone. 'Your not gonna get it' i say while he is still reaching for it. 'Oh i will' he says and starts tickling me. ' Noo phil you know i can't stand tickling' i say and laugh. After some seconds he manages to grab my phone. He knew my code so he was in pretty fast. While i was gasping for air he deleted that photo. 'Here you go' Phil says. 'Alright now take this off please' he says and looks at me. ' alright' i say and take it off. ' i'm tired' phil says. ' me to' i say. ' let's go to sleep' i say and get up. I helped Phil upstairs into the bedroom where we change. Phil already got in bed while i had to take off my makeup first. After that i also get in bed and then i feel 2 strong arms around me pulling me closer. I then fall asleep.
