pairing: leah williamson x reader, fcb femeni 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?

warnings: angst & fluff

words: 3146

a/n: this is one of the alternate endings of part three... so enjoy. 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 with 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 to 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 she was 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 causing you to 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.

"I cant." You said quietly, stepping out of Alexia's hold.

"Y/n-"

"No," you said, stepping back every time Alexia tried to get closer to you, "why would you do that?"

"I thought that-"

"Well you thought wrong."

"Lo siento."

"I'll see you later." You mumbled, walking away from the Spanish captain.

The team had noticed a change between you and Alexia as well as 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 wasn't just the team that noticed you distancing yourself away from Alexia, the fans did too. You made sure to stay as far away as possible, knowing your heart couldn't take it.

You were confused. So very confused.

You had known Alexia for a short period of time but you just couldn't help falling for her.

Now, you never imagined falling for someone other than Leah and somewhere in your heart you still held that love you once had.

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 their 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 and saw that 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.

There were a couple minutes left till the second half began and as you were sorting out your laces you felt someone sit beside you.

"Hola." They said, rubbing their hands over their thighs.

"Hey." You said, looking up to see Alexia looking at everything but you. "You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." She smiled, finally turning to face you.

Not really knowing what to say to the woman you sent her a warm smile. As you were about to get up, Alexia held her arm out and stopped you from going anywhere.

"Um, good goal, great actually." She said, stumbling over her words.

"Thanks." You chuckled, trying not to find her cute.

"Can we- only if you want to- could-"

"One minute girls!" Someone shouted, cutting Alexia's ramble off.

"Yeah?" You asked, waiting patiently for Alexia to finish what she was trying to say.

"Could we talk after the match?" The woman finally said, a sheepish smile noticeable on her face.

That smile dropped however once she noticed you getting up from your seat.

"Of course." You replied, holding your hand out for Alexia to take.

The midfielder placed her hand in yours and felt a small blush crawl up her neck.

"Did you really think I was going to walk off?" You teased.

"A little, yeah."

"You really think that low of me, Putellas? Ouch." You joked, feigning being shot as you held your hand to your heart.

"Shut up." Alexia chuckled. "We've got a game to win."

"Yes, ma'am."

The two of you walked back onto the pitch with the rest of your team, your sole focus on winning.

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." Alexia replied. "Um, could we talk? Before going back into the locker room?"

"Of course, where do you want to go?" You questioned.

"Over here?" Alexia asked as she pointed to a somewhat secluded area.

"Sure." You agreed. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Okay, so I- I don't really know how to say this." Alexia mumbled as she fidgeted with her hands.

"Hey, it's okay, just take your time." You smiled, taking a hold of her hands.

"I like you." Alexia rushed out, so much so you couldn't understand what she said.

You looked at her with confusion written all over your face and Alexia took that as if you didn't feel the same way so she took her hands out from yours and walked away from you.

"Wait- Ale? Why are you walking off?" You questioned as you ran to catch up with her.

"You heard what I said and-"

"What? No? I didn't, what did you say?"

"I like you." Alexia said again, this time a little more slower. "It's fine if you don't feel the same way I-"

Alexia couldn't finish what she was going to say as she felt you place your lips on hers. At first it was tentative and unknown before it soon became frantic and impatient.

You both reluctantly pulled away, resting your foreheads together, enjoying the little moment the two of you were in.

"Y/n?" Someone asked from behind you, their voice sounding broken.

You knew that voice.

When you turned around you were met with Leah standing with tears in her eyes as she looked between you and Alexia.

"Leah." You whispered out, stepping forward.

"No, I get it." Leah smiled sadly. "You've moved on."

"Leah, that's-" you tried, "why are you here?"

She didn't say anything, just holding up your letter that was in her hand.

"Oh, Leah. I-"

"It's fine." Leah sniffled. "I guess we're just not meant to be."