"what are you doing?" i ask phil as he starts holding his phone up
"taking a photo of you." he says
"noo i look so bad." i say
"no you don't." he says
phil shows me the picture, "can i post it?"
"why would you post it?" i ask
"to show everyone how beautiful you are." he says
"you know how much the boys are gonna go on about it." i say giggling
"i don't give a shit." phil says posting it on his instagram
*the post*
@philfoden: 😍
@maya.woodlock: 7 monthssss you guyss
@johnstones: mrs doesn't look happy
~reply to @johnstones: @jackgrealish: mrs??
~reply to @jackgrealish: @johnstones: joke bro calm
@phil.and.y/nn: how long till the babiessss?
~reply to @phil.and.y/nn: @ilovey/ngrealish: she's six months
@masonmount: how long you guys gonna be?
~reply to @masonmount: @philfoden: we'll be back
@reecejames: craving whatever she has
@jordanhenderson: simppp
~reply to@jordanhenderson: @jpickford: the lads fallennn
*end of post*
"what else do you want?" phil asks me
"nope, i'm full." i say
"you double sure?" he asks
"i promise." i say
"lets get the bill then." he says
i pull out my credit card from inside my phone case.
"put it away." phil says
"no i'm getting it." i say
"no you're no-." phil says before the waitress comes over
"hi." i say handing her my card
"how did you guys like the food?" she asks while putting my card into the machine
"really good thank you." i say
"yeah good thanks." phil says
"good, well glad yo u guys enjoyed it. thank you for coming." she says putting the receipt on the table
"thank you." i say seeing phil grab the receipt
"y/n that was £145, let me pay you back." he says
"no, you probably payed five time the amount of that in gucci." i say
"you're in big trouble." phil says
"oh is that so?" i ask smirking
"you can have your telling off later, we need to go." he says standing up and pulling my chair out
phil reaches for my hand and helps me up, he walks behind me and puts his hands on my bump and puts his chin on my shoulder.
"thought you said we need to go." i say
"one minutes." he says making me giggle
phil pulls away and holds tight grip of my hand, we exit the shopping centre and walk towards the car. he helps me in the passenger seat, like always. before walking over to the drivers side.
"so we're gonna go home, you're gonna go straight upstairs and get dressed." phil says starting the engine
"what's at home?" i ask
"what do you mean?" he asks back
"why do i have to go straight upstairs?" i ask
"you'll find out." phil says
he drives us both home and i do as he says, go straight upstairs taking my new dress with me.
i quickly text phil.
*the messages*
me: makeup?
phil💓: you'll look great either way, but knowing you you'll probably complain if i said no.
me: so yes?
phil💓: we're going out somewhere nice, that's all i'm gonna say
*end of messages*
i didn't fight with it, cause i knew he wasn't going to tell me to wear makeup. he was too nice of a guy. from the outside, he looks like such a tough guy. and was until we got closer, but when we're together, he's so so soft. even if he won't admit it.
i walk into the on-suite, i grab my bag of makeup from the side and put it on the table with the mirror directly infront.
i do the basics, then do my eye shadow, still neutral colors but more out there then phil has ever seen me do before. it wasn't bold, but i didn't want it to be.
i take a photo in the mirror before getting dressed or doing my hair. i post it on my instagram.
*the post*
@y/n.grealish
@peterschwresbury: you look great
@maya.woodlock: bae i miss you
~reply to @maya.woodlock: @y/n.grealish: it's the fact we're not allowed to see each other :(
~reply to @y/n.grealish: @maya.woodlock: are they tryna kill us??!!!?!?
@philfoden: mine
~reply to @philfoden: @y/n.grealish: yours
@jackgrealish: what's happening?
~reply to @jackgrealish: @y/n.grealish: huh?
~reply to @y/n.grealish: @jackgrealish: you never wear makeup
*end of post*