" what did he say?" phil asks
"i don't think you want to hear this..." i say
"pass." he says grabbing my phone
i watch as he scrolls through the messages.
"i'm sorry phil, you haven't changed me i promise." i say
"all the boys think that?" he asks, "no. no. no they don't"
"i can't fucking believe this." he says shaking his head pulling his phone out
"don't do anything stupid." i tell him
"i might have to." he says
i snatch his phone out of his hand and read the message he was typing to the groupchat.
'you're all just fucking jealous idiots just cause you can't have y/n, cause she's all mine and always will be. we're fucking happy and how sad must you lot be to say that crap about me. '
"you can't send this phil.." i say
"why not? it's true." he says grabbing his phone back
"because they're your friends, they probably didn't mean it. jack probably went around getting them on his side cause i'm his sister." i explain
"well i'm sending something." he says
"let me, please." i say reaching out for his phone
i delete his message and type my own one.
*the message*
phil: hey guys, i think it's really wrong what you said about me. i'm not changing y/n, we're both adjusting to new things. we're both happy.
mason: hey y/n
phil: i'm phil..
reece: we ain't dumb
marcus: that was defo not phil who wrote that
jordan: but guessing you're with him seeing you're on his phone, tell the lad we're all sorry
phil: okay
*end of messages*
"they said they were sorry." i tell him
"what did you say, let me see." phil says taking his phone back and reading through the messages
"i'm sorry, it's my fault." i say
"hey." he says grabbing both my hands, "stop blaming things on you, this is between me and the lads."
"but it feels like it's my fault." i say
"it's not, you're the one person who it's not your fault. the rest of them can apoligise, but not you okay." he says
"okay." i reply
"does anyone ever tell you how incredible you are." phil says, "oh right, that's my job." he says smirking
"you're gorgeous." he says
"are you just saying that to make me feel better?" i ask
"what?! no way, you're so fucking stunning i'm having to control myself right now." he says as we both laugh
"you know what." i say
"what princess." he says
"i think we'll be alright, for now..." i say
"can i call you my girlfriend again?" phil asks
"guess you can." i say with a smile on my face
"i'm not gonna stop calling you that now all night." he says
"is that so." i say moving closer to him on the bed
"can i do something." he says
"depends." i reply
"let me show you how beautiful you look." he says getting off the bed bringing his phone with him.
he takes a photo of me even though i didn't want him to, he comes and sits beside me and shows me the phone.
*the photo*
"see look how good my girlfriend looks." he says
"your saying that like you're showing me your other girflrined." i say
"nah nah, you're the only women. just want to call you girlfriend, i've missed it." he says
"you do know we never broke up." i say
"yeah but we weren't together were we." phil says
"i guess." i say
"you like?" he asks me showing me his new lockscreen of the new photo
"you could pick any other photo-." i say being cut off
"this one's my favorite." he says, "now we need to change yours."
"i'll change it if you make it of you." i say
"fine, it can be both of us, but mainly me obviously." phil says making me giggle, "done"
*new lockscreen*
*pretend it was after an england match*
"it's kinda cute." i say
"kinda? it's got me in it, it's very cute." phil says, "do you feel better?"
"a bit." i say
"cause of me?" he asks
"of course, who else could i rely on to cheer me up." i say
"the answer better not be mase." he says
"it was rhetorical phil." i say giggling
"are you gonna kiss me or what?" he asks
"woah slow down mister." i say
"fuck it." phil says smashing his lips onto mine