Reader has liked alessia for as long as she can remember, alas it has always been unrequited, as alessia appears to be straight. That is until one day the news spreads something that she wasn’t ready for.
based on this request here
1k words (sorry it’s so short, i might make a part two)
warnings- none yet again! (i’m good at this)
Watching Alessia in training everyday with the most adorable smile that's somehow always present on her face, completely and utterly destroyed me. There wasn't a hand I wanted more to hold, or hair I wanted more to softly stoke whilst laying besides her. Eventually, I decided it was best to get over her.
After all, she was straight, and would never ever want to be with me.
A sharp knocking on the door broke me from my pitiful state as I sat alone on my sofa, long past midnight, caressing a bowl of cookie dough ice cream. The only person I'd ever expect to turn up at my front door was the postman, and even then I probably see him far too often (my online shopping addiction is a matter to discuss on another occasion).
After shooting up from the sofa and practically spilling the whole semi-melted bowl of creamy heaven, I found myself standing at the door. Times like these make me realise a peephole is definitely worth it.
With no other way of knowing who on earth was banging on my front door at the devil's hour, the only thing for it was to open it up.
And there, looking in all her beautiful blonde glory was the one woman I swore to forget.
"Hey...." she sheepishly smiled, clutching her arms in a feeble manner.
"Alessia," I stood there shocked, like a prey about to get pounced on. However, this predator was the most stunning, kind and adorable animal you'd ever see.
"I'm... i'm so sorry. I really hope i'm not interrupting you. It's just... I just," she started hyperventilating at this point, tears spilling down her cheeks faster than my hands could catch them.
"Less, it's okay, calm down, what's going on?"
"Someone... someone found me... found me kissing someone at a bar and and and-"
I raised my eyebrows, wondering where on earth this was going. I couldn't hide the sharp pain to my heart I felt as the words 'kissing someone at the bar' gave me, but right then I needed to be there for my friend.
"-and they took a pic and it's everywhere on the internet and now everyone knows, y/n/n, they all know!!"
I just looked at her completely bewildered.
"Everyone knows what, Less?" I never knew kissing someone at a club was the biggest deal in the world, but I guess some crazy fans certainly would find it to be the next focal point of their lives.
"Just... just look." she sobbed again, holding her phone out so I could see the picture she had up on it.
It was Alessia kissing a woman.
Rather awkwardly, I must admit. It looked like the poor thing didn't know her lips were attached to her face and that hands were absolutely not ever allowed anywhere near the person she was practically eating alive.
I raised my eyebrows, not sure whether to laugh at the hilarity of the awful kiss, or stay composed and empathetic for my 'former' crush.
"Honey...." I start, putting a hand onto Alessia's shoulder and offering her a warm smile, "Everything is going to be okay. Have you actually LOOKED at what people have said? You chose the right career to be gay in by the way, good job."
She gasped as soon as the word 'gay' left my mouth.
"Gay? I-i'm not..." she stopped, trying to find the best words as to not offend me, "I really really really just don't want everyone to know."
"What's the main reason behind that, Less?" I grabbed some tissues and dabbed at the tear stains around her eyes, followed by guiding her to my sofa.
"Because!" she exclaimed, getting up almost immediately after sitting down in an angry flourish.
I was almost astonished at the fact I'd completely glossed over the fact Alessia had kissed. a. girl.
"Lessi? if you wanted practice, you could have just asked me, by the way. That kiss looked painful..." I tried to make light of the situation, however soon after her meltdown it may have been.
She stopped her pacing, and turned to look at me.
A sharp blush instantly rose to her cheeks, followed straight after by a curious glint in her eye.
"You... you would do that for me?"
"OH MY GOD Y/N I LOVE YOU!" her crying completely ceased, and she grabbed my face into her hands, planting a deep passionate kiss on my cheek.
All I could do was sigh to myself. If only she knew what she was doing to me.
The talented striker then gulped an entire glass of water in less than 10 seconds- which to me was hella impressive- and hastily applied about five layers of lipgloss to her lips.
"Alessia... I don't think this is a very good-" she shut me up with a messy, rushed and extremely, well, awful, kiss.
My eyes shot wide open, not in a million years had I expected my crush to kiss me and for me to feel extremely uncomfortable.
"God, Alessia, please tell me you didn't drink the entire bar," I face palmed, now finally realising how unbelievably drunk she must be to even consider doing something this bold.
"No no I just had a few, now sit still i'm not done!" She shut me up yet again with another bruising kiss, this time she tried sliding her tongue into my mouth which I absolutely was not having when she was so out of it. Plus, I was pretty afraid she'd eat me alive.
I gently pushed her off me, raising my hand to wave it in front of her still closed eyes and puckered lips face.
"Right, it's bed time! We will talk more about whatever the hell just happened in the morning, but for now, you need to rest. And for the love of god never get drunk again."
I wasn't sure how much I meant that last sentence, because no matter how painful that kiss was, I still got to experience what I’d dreamt of for years.
