pairing: leah williamson x reader

summary: After a gruelling game against real madrid all feelings are put onto the table, does it lead you to being heart broken or someone else's? - the alternate ending to part three

warnings: angst and fluff

words: 3273

a/n: its pretty much the same as the part three but i've changed a couple of parts to fit the story better. you can either read this version or the other- or both! :)

"The person you are calling is unable to take your call right now, please leave a message after the tone."

Six times. That's how many times Leah had tried to call you. Yet, you still didn't pick up.

With every time Leah called you she had a little hope in her that you would pick up, but it soon shattered when it went through to voicemail.

"Pick up, please." Leah whispered, her voice cracking as she sat on the edge of her bed. "Just pick up."

Fiddling with your ring on her finger Leah decided to call you one last time.

Leg bouncing up and down in anticipation, Leah bit the nail on her thumb waiting, hoping, or anything in between for her to hear your voice.

As the phone rang the likelihood of you picking up got slimmer and slimmer. Leah ultimately decided to end the call, completely unaware that you were contemplating on the other end, finger hovering over the button to accept.

Letting out a long sigh, one full of many emotions, Leah couldn't stop the feeling of her bottom lip quivering along with the tears pooling up in her eyes.

Finally letting the emotions get the better of her, she soon broke down once again. This time taking longer to compose herself.

With trembling hands, Leah picked up the letter beside her and read it once again.

Leah,

I've known you for five years and lived with you for three, each one of those years, minutes and seconds have been the best of my life. But I can't be friends with you. I can't be just friends with you.

I like all the little things about you, I like the way you make me feel, I like your smile, laugh, everything. I like you. Nothing in this world can stop me from liking you.

You might be wondering where all my things have gone and it's because I got sent a transfer, one from Barcelona. I took it. I couldn't turn it down.

Well at first, I didn't really want to take the offer. That was until I saw you and jordan. I just couldn't handle the heartbreak knowing that Jordan was the one who got to hold you, kiss you, be the one to call you theirs.

I was going to tell you, you know. I had it all planned out, it wasn't anything extravagant, just a little something.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my feelings and about the transfer. I was going to, it's just that life got in the way. I don't want it to be real. I don't want to leave, not really. Not without you.

I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you face to face, I just felt like a text would be a shitty way to say goodbye. It's not really a goodbye, though, more like a see you later.

And even if we did have a chance to be together, maybe it was just not meant to be.

It had been three weeks since you had left London and moved to Barcelona. You managed to fit in with the team really well and you were happy to call this new place your home.

Lucy and Keria were there to help you find your feet and get to know everything going on in the catalonian city.

You had grown close with all the girls and more specifically someone in particular. The two of you were seen almost everywhere together. Neither of you were seen without the other during training or even team bonding.

The team started speculating and eventually the fans did too, but it was always the same answer. No, you're not dating. How could you? Not after Leah.

"Here come the love birds." Mapi joked as you walked into training with Alexia by your side.

"Very funny." Alexia deadpanned, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to her. "Y/n can only dream."

"Yeah right." You chuckled, pushing away from the midfielder slightly.

"Come on you two." Lucy smiled as she walked in between you and alexia, placing her arms around either of your shoulders and walking the two of you out and onto the pitch for training.

"Leave them alone Maps." Ingrid said as she walked behind you, Lucy and Alexia.

"But-"

"You can tease them later."

"Fine." Mapi reluctantly huffed as she walked to training as well.

Training was fairly easy, a couple simple drills and it went by in a flash. The rest of the girls went back to the locker room to get changed whilst you stayed out to do some shooting drills.

After sinking another ball into the net, you heard someone walk up behind you. They didn't say anything at first, just watching as you pelted balls at the goal.

"You'll end up making a hole in the net, if you keep kicking that hard." The voice said from behind you. Alexia's voice.

"That's a shame." You said, not really caring.

"Alright, what's up with you?" She asked, coming to step in front of you, stopping you from kicking another ball.

"Nothing." You muttered, trying to get out of Alexia's intense stare, manoeuvring around her.

"It's obviously not nothing."

"Just drop it."

"Does it have something to do with the person who always calls you?"

"I said drop it." You huffed, kicking another ball.

"I want to help you."

"Ale, just drop it, please." You said, your voice sounding so drained.

"Want me to set you up?" Alexia asked softly, getting that you don't want to talk about the topic.

"Yeah," you replied with a smile, "if you don't mind."

"Not at all."

The two of you continued to pass and shoot for a couple of hours, laughing, making jokes and having fun till your heart's content.

Once you both decided to finally stop, you sat by the side of the pitch, waters in hand, trying to cool down.

The two of you continued to converse, not caring how late it was getting or how long you were sitting beside each other.

You were laughing at something Alexia said when a call interrupted the two of you. Pulling your phone from your pocket you saw Leah's name pop up on your screen.

Sighing, you chucked your phone in between you and Alexia. Bad idea. The woman beside you picked up your phone and answered the call just before it was going to end.

"Y/n?" Leah's voice questioned on the other end. "Oh my god..."

As Leah asked multiple questions at a million miles an hour, you tried to get your phone off the woman beside you.

Alexia was quick to jump up and avoid your advances, trying to dodge your hand desperately grabbing for your phone.

"... I read your letter and I-"

"This isn't y/n." Alexia answered before you could stop her.

"And I- wait what?"

"Look, you've gotta stop calling her."

"Ale, stop." You pleaded but Alexia shook her head.

"What? Why?" Leah asked.

"If someone doesn't answer your calls that means they don't want to talk to you."

"Ale-" You said once again.

"No, y/n-"

Before Alexia could talk any more, you took your phone back out of her hand and walked away from her but not before giving a look that said 'you're in deep shit'.

"Leah." You said, placing your phone by your ear.

"Y/n?" Leah replied, her voice sounding so relieved but still unable to believe she was finally able to hear your voice after many weeks.

"Hey."

"Do they mean it?"

"Mean what?" You asked, looking back at Alexia noticing how she fiddled with her fingers.

"What they said, about you not wanting to talk to me?"

"It's not like that its-"

"I get it, it's fine."

"No leah-"

"Just tell me, did you mean it? What you wrote in the letter did you mean it?"

"Of course I did." You said softly.

"Then why did you leave? We could have figured it out, I thought we were a team, I thought- I-" By this point, Leah had let her emotions take over, you could practically hear the tears in her voice.

That's when you broke down. Hearing leah cry made you start, lip quivering, eyes watering, legs trembling, heart rate increasing you finally let it all out.

"Leah, I have to go." You sniffled.

"No, y/n you just picked up, i'm not letting you go now."

"Leah, please, I'm sorry."

"Y/n-" Leah's desperate plea was the last you heard before you ended the call.

Your head fell down as you looked at the phone in your hand, tears falling down your face as you tried to wipe them away but it was no use.

Alexia cautiously stepped in front of you, hands cradling your face as the pads of her thumbs wiped away your tears.

You were in some sort of trance, your mind focused on how you needed to hear Leah's voice again, to feel her touch again.

"Why did you do that?" You asked quietly, stepping out of Alexia's hold.

"I thought that-"

"No, you didn't think." You said, stepping back every time Alexia tried to get closer to you

"Lo siento."

"You can't just do things like that."

"I didn't realise." Alexia said. "I was just trying to be a good friend."

"I know." You sighed. "Just please don't do something like that again."

"I won't, I promise, I'm sorry."

"Okay," you smiled, "crossbar challenge?"

"You're on, y/l/n."

"You're going down, Putellas."

The team had noticed a change in your style of play, you were more ruthless, uncaring, violent but you had a new fire in you, one that was determined and hungry.

You didn't care if you got a yellow, as long as it helped you and the team it didn't matter. Some would say you're playing a dangerous game, but that was a risk you were willing to take.

Within the new found fire, you played more minutes, scored more goals, made more passes, tackles and assists. You were on your way to becoming an all time great but there was one thing setting you back.

More like someone setting you back.

It was finally one of the biggest games of the year, an El Clasico. Barcelona vs Real Madrid. It was just as important as it is in the men's game, each side wanting to take victory over the other.

"You alright?" Lucy asked as she came up beside you, noticing that you were staring at your locker.

"Yeah, you?"

"I feel like you're not telling me something but I'll drop it for now."

"Thanks." You smiled weakly.

"I want you to score today." Lucy nudged you.

"I'll try." You chuckled.

You had played a couple of games for barca but this was the first one where you were in the starting lineup.

You stood behind Mapi as both teams lined up, determination displayed across everyone's faces.

Walking out onto the pitch you looked around the stadium, a sense of pride filled you up.

The seats flooded with barca shirts, each and every one of them giving you that extra confidence boost fueling you up for the game.

When the ref blew her whistle you kicked off the game. Each team put in their maximum effort from the start.

It was around the fourteenth minute when you had a shot on goal. Pina had sent a lovely weighted ball to your feet and you were through on goal.

You heard two defenders gaining on you as well as their keeper coming off their line.

With each player getting closer and closer you decided to try your luck and chip the keeper.

You watched as the ball soared through the air and landed just beneath the bar, a small clinking sound could be heard before the stadium erupted into cheers.

The ball had bounced off the bar and into the net. You felt someone jump onto your back, screaming in your ear. A couple of other girls came and congratulated you before you had to get back into your positions.

You soon found out that Alexia was the one who jumped on your back. Sending her a small smile before Madrid kicked off the game once again.

Half time soon arrived and Barca had managed to keep the one-nil lead. Walking back into the locker room, the girls patted you on your back as they walked past.

Everyone sat down and listened to the half-time talk, seeing where they could improve as well as noting down some of Madrid's tactics.

Each person in the room was determined to hold onto the lead and Barcelona was clearly not going down without a fight.

The second half was much more gruelling, Madrid definitely placed a target or two on your back. You played the ball as if it was a hot potato. Making sure not to hold it for longer than three seconds as you knew a Madrid player would soon be coming for your ankles.

At the eighty-third minute you had managed to find space a little to the right, making a run down the wing. You were inside the box when you found the perfect opportunity to cross the ball in.

Just as the ball left your foot you felt a pair of studs collide with your ankle, sending you tumbling to the ground.

Your hand immediately clutched your foot, and a pained groan ripped from your throat. With one hand on your ankle you hid your head in the other.

You could hear your teammates fighting and shouting around you but your mind was only focused on one person in particular, kneeling beside you.

"Hey, y/n?" Alexia asked softly. "Can you look at me?"

Rolling onto your back, you turned your head to the right and you saw Alexia's worried face scan over your body.

"Hola." You smiled.

"Y/n." Alexia said, her voice sounded stern.

"Yeah?"

"Please tell me you're not faking an injury."

"No." You said dragging out the 'o'. "Definitely not. Nope."

"Y/n."

"Okay, maybe I am but it does actually hurt."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Help me up?" You chuckled once you saw Alexia's disappointed face. You knew she wasn't really disappointed, seeing as she tried to hide her smirk.

"You're lucky we scored."

"Uh huh, you just have a soft spot for me."

"Get back into position." Alexia said, shaking her head trying to hide her smile.

The game soon came to an end and it was a two-nil win for Barcelona. You went around shaking the hands of Madrid players before going to speak to some fans.

You ended up giving your shirt to someone and after mass amounts of pictures and many things being signed you finally walked back towards the locker room.

"Hey, Putellas." You smiled as you walked up behind her, wrapping your arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, y/l/n, how's your ankle?" Alexia chuckled.

"It actually hurts, you know?" You said.

"Mhm, not sure if I believe you."

"Alright, I'll speak to you in a bit. I just need to speak to a medic."

"For your ankle?"

"I told you I actually hurt it."

"Don't die on the way there." Alexia chuckled as she kissed your cheek before walking off.

"Y/n?" Someone asked from behind you.

You knew that voice.

"Leah?" You questioned as you came face to face with her after so many weeks.

"Hey." She smiled softly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I read your letter." Leah sniffled but tried to cover it up with a cough.

"Leah." You whispered out, stepping closer to her.

"Um, who was that you were with?"

"I think you know who that is." You chuckled, stepping a little closer so you were standing in front of Leah.

"Are you together?"

"Me and Alexia?" You questioned and Leah nodded her head. "Oh, no, yeah definitely not."

"But she kissed your cheek?"

"That's just how everyone acts around here."

"So you're not together?"

"No."

"Does that mean I can do this?"

"Do what?"

Leah didn't say anything, just put her hand around the base of your neck and brought your head towards hers so she could place her lips on yours.

The kiss started out slow, almost hesitant, but quickly began to build. Going from tender and languid to heated and fiery in a matter of seconds.

Grinning into the kiss, you placed your hands on Leah's waist pulling her into you. As the two of you were pressed against each other, Leah moved her hands and wrapped them around your shoulders.

Whilst one hand rested on Leah's waist the other sneaked up her shirt, touching the bare skin of her stomach. Your cold fingers in contrast to Leah's warm stomach made her involuntary tense at the sensation.

Your hand moved from her stomach to her lower back, pushing her into you more. The kiss continued and your heart felt as if it was going at a hundred miles an hour.

The two of you slowly pulled away from one another. You looked at the woman still in your arms, lips bruised, hair dishevelled, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That was- wow." You chuckled.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" Leah questioned, her hand still wrapped around your shoulders and playing with your hair.

"You were with Jordan and I didnt want to ruin that or whatever we had."

"So you thought running was the best option?"

"Now thinking about it, not really."

"You're lucky I like you."

"Mhm, I like you too."

"You reckon we could make this work?" Leah questioned as she motioned between the two of you.

"Yeah, I thought I lost you once and I won't let that happen again."

"I wish you didn't move."

"Hey, don't think like that." You said softly, cradling Leah's face in your hands. "I'm only a flight away."

"Yeah." Leah said quietly.

"You might even come play over here." You suggested, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Absolutely not." Leah chuckled.

"I thought as much."

"I don't leave for a couple of days..."

"Oh yeah?" You questioned with a smirk.

"Yeah, maybe you could show me around?"

"I can show you some other things too." You joked earning a smack to your chest.

"Y/n!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking." You laughed, putting your hands up in surrender.

"I know."

"Could I have that?" You asked, pointing to the letter you wrote that was still in Leah's hand.

"Yeah?" Leah said, passing it to you. "Why?"

"I lied." You shrugged, pointing to the last line. "We are meant to be."

Leah felt a massive smile take over her features and she brought you into another kiss, it was a lot shorter than the one you had before but it was just as good.

"I guess you want this back too?" Leah questioned, holding up her hand showing your ring that was on her finger.

"You're wearing it?"

"I haven't taken it off." Leah smiled.

"It suits you."

"Yeah?" Leah asked.

"Yeah."

"Well I brought it for you, so..." Leah said as she slipped the band off her finger and placed it in your hand. "You should wear it."

You took the ring from your hand and placed it on your finger, smiling at the woman in front of you.

"I really like you." You said quietly it almost came out as a whisper.

"I really like you too, so much more than you can imagine."

"We're meant to be." You smiled, crumpling up the letter.

"We're meant to be."