Plot: Yn and Williams relationship has deteriorated for a while now. But when Yn found out about something that will hopefully fix their relationship William confessed to something that destroyed it for ever.
Pairing: fem!reader x William Saliba
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The door slammed shut behind William, and for several seconds, I stood completely still.
My hand remained wrapped around the handle while his final words echoed inside my head.
I will see my baby one way or another.
It hadn't sounded like a father asking to be involved in his child's life.
It had sounded like a threat.
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I quickly locked the door before sliding the chain into place. My hands were trembling so badly that it took me three attempts.
The second the lock clicked, my legs gave out beneath me.
I sank onto the floor and covered my mouth, trying to hold back the sob that was rising in my throat. I didn't want anyone in the hallway to hear me, but the pain was too much.
William had cheated on me.
He had been sleeping with another woman for two months while coming home every day and looking me in the eyes.
While I questioned what I had done wrong.
While I blamed myself for every argument.
While I wondered why he no longer touched me, kissed me, or even wanted to sit beside me.
And now, after everything, he believed he could order me around because I was pregnant.
I placed a shaking hand over my stomach.
The baby was probably no bigger than a seed, but suddenly, I felt fiercely protective.
"You're not taking my baby away from me," I whispered through my tears. "I promise."
My phone vibrated on the bed.
For one terrifying second, I thought it was William, but when I looked at the screen, I saw my mother's name.
I stared at it until the call almost ended.
"Y/N?" My mother's cheerful voice immediately became concerned. "What's wrong?"
I tried to speak, but nothing came out.
That was all I managed before breaking down.
I cried harder than I had since leaving the house. My mother kept asking me what had happened, but every time I tried to explain, my chest tightened.
"Breathe," she told me gently. "Take your time. I'm here."
"He cheated on me," I finally whispered.
There was silence on the other end.
"William has been cheating on me for two months."
My mother inhaled sharply.
"He told me today. He said it like it meant nothing." I wiped my face, but more tears replaced the ones I removed. "I left the house. I'm at a hotel, and I booked a flight to Paris tomorrow."
"You're coming home," she said firmly. "Your father and I will be waiting for you at the airport."
"There's something else."
I looked down at my stomach again.
For a moment, I wondered if the call had disconnected.
"I don't know. I took a test today. I have an appointment with a midwife, but I'll have to cancel it and book another one in Paris."
"I left the test in the bathroom. He found it after I left."
I didn't tell her that he had somehow found my hotel.
I didn't tell her that he had threatened me.
My mother was already worried enough, and my father would probably get on the first flight to London if he found out.
"Listen to me," she said. "You don't have to make every decision tonight. Come home first. You'll have us around you, and then you can decide what you want to do."
"I know I want this baby."
"Then we will support you."
Her answer came without hesitation, and another sob escaped me.
"What are you apologising for?"
"For leaving Paris. For giving up everything for him. You warned me not to depend on one person, and I didn't listen."
"You loved him," she said softly. "Loving someone is not something you should feel ashamed of. What he did is his failure, not yours."
I wished I could believe her.
After ending the call, I checked that the door was locked again. I pulled one of the chairs beneath the handle even though I knew it probably wouldn't stop anyone determined to enter.
Then I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my phone.
There were twelve missed calls from William.
William: Answer the phone.
William: We need to talk.
William: You can't leave the country without telling me.
William: That is my child too.
William: Y/N, stop ignoring me.
William: I'm serious. Answer me.
I read each message with growing anger.
No concern about whether I was okay.
No question about how I felt after discovering the pregnancy.
Less than a minute later, a message arrived from an unfamiliar number.
Unknown: Blocking me won't solve anything.
He must have used someone else's phone.
Unknown: I said I'll be involved in my child's life.
I took screenshots of everything before blocking that number too.
I didn't know what William was capable of anymore.
The boy I had grown up with would never have spoken to me like that. The William I had loved had always made me feel safe.
But the man standing outside my hotel room had looked at me as though I was something he owned.
That frightened me more than his cheating.
I placed my passport, phone and wallet inside my handbag. Then I positioned the bag beside me on the bed so that I could leave quickly if I needed to.
Sleep didn't come easily.
Every sound in the hallway made me sit up.
Every footstep made my heart race.
I remained awake until the early hours of the morning, one hand resting over my stomach and the other holding my phone.
For the first time since meeting William, I was genuinely afraid of him.
I threw the glass against the wall.
It shattered instantly, pieces scattering across the kitchen floor.
I stared at the broken glass, my breathing heavy, but it did nothing to calm the anger inside me.
She was taking my baby and going back to Paris as though I had no say in it.
I grabbed another glass from the cupboard and almost threw that one too, but my phone started ringing.
On the fourth call, I answered.
"Why do you sound like that?"
"Busy doing what? Breaking your house?"
A chair was lying on its side. One of the picture frames from the hallway was broken, and there was glass covering the kitchen floor.
"No one. I can hear things smashing." He paused. "What happened?"
"Because I told her I was seeing someone else."
There was complete silence.
"I don't need you to judge me."
"Two months?" he repeated. "William, are you insane?"
I rolled my eyes and walked away from the mess.
"I didn't call you for a lecture."
"You didn't call me at all. I called because you didn't show up for training, and no one could reach you."
"I have bigger things to worry about than training."
Another silence followed.
"Does she know how far along she is?"
"Are you sure the baby is yours?"
My anger returned instantly.
"Don't ask me that again."
"I'm asking because you said you haven't been getting along."
"She would never cheat on me."
The hypocrisy of my words wasn't lost on me, but I ignored it.
Y/N had always been loyal. Even during our worst arguments, she had never done anything to make me question her.
"That makes what you did even worse," Bukayo muttered.
I tightened my grip around my phone.
"She's going back to Paris tomorrow."
"She's not leaving with my child."
"William, listen to yourself."
"You cheated on her, disappeared with another woman and then went to her hotel demanding she stay. What did you expect her to do?"
"I expect her not to run away."
"She isn't running away. She's going home."
"Not anymore, by the sound of it."
I ended the call before I said something I would regret.
I didn't need anyone taking her side.
No one seemed to understand that I had made a mistake. A terrible one, maybe, but it didn't erase everything Y/N and I had shared.
It didn't erase our childhood.
It didn't erase all the years we had loved each other.
And it definitely didn't erase the fact that she was carrying my child.
The messages I had sent her had not been delivered.
I tried calling from another number, but she blocked that one too.
If she didn't want to talk to me, I would speak to her tomorrow at the airport.
She wasn't leaving without hearing me out.
I arrived at the airport three hours before my flight.
I hadn't slept properly, and my eyes were swollen from crying, but I had never been more relieved to leave somewhere.
My suitcase felt heavier than it had the day I first arrived in London.
Back then, it had been filled with excitement.
I remembered standing beside William in the airport as he held my hand and promised me that moving with him was the beginning of our life together.
Now, I was leaving alone.
I kept looking over my shoulder as I walked through the terminal.
William knew which flight I had booked. He could easily find out, especially with the connections he had.
I had almost changed my ticket, but the next available flight was much later, and I couldn't bear staying in London any longer.
When I reached the check-in desk, the woman smiled politely.
My heart was beating so quickly that I could hear it in my ears.
Once my suitcase was checked in, I walked towards security.
I was almost there when I heard him.
People turned their heads.
I didn't need to look back to know it was William.
I started walking faster.
He caught up with me before I reached the security entrance and grabbed my wrist.
I immediately pulled away.
"I have nothing to say to you."
He looked exhausted. His clothes were wrinkled, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes.
For one weak second, I remembered every time I had comforted him when he looked like this.
"I was angry yesterday," he said. "I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did."
"You shouldn't have cheated either."
"You don't know anything."
"Y/N, please. We can fix this."
I stared at him in disbelief.
His expression hardened slightly.
"I'm not only upset, William. I am finished."
His eyes moved down towards my stomach.
"I never said you couldn't be involved."
"You said you were going back to Paris and never coming back."
"Because Paris is my home. My parents are there. My friends are there. My entire support system is there."
"You stopped being my support system the moment you started sleeping with someone else."
He looked around at the people beginning to recognise him.
"Can we speak somewhere private?"
"I don't want you leaving."
"And I don't care what you want."
I recognised the anger from the hotel, but this time, there were too many people around for him to threaten me.
"You can't keep my child from me," he said quietly.
"I'm not keeping the baby from you. But you will not use this pregnancy to control me."
"We should make these decisions together."
"You made your decision when you cheated for two months."
"It had nothing to do with the baby."
"No, it had everything to do with our relationship. The relationship you destroyed."
He ran a hand over his face.
He said it like it was some great sacrifice.
Like ending the affair should be enough to repair everything.
"You shouldn't have been seeing her in the first place."
"No, you don't. You came to my hotel after sleeping with her, William."
That was all the confirmation I needed.
My stomach turned, and I covered my mouth as nausea hit me.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stepping closer.
My voice was louder than I intended, drawing more attention towards us.
An airport security officer began walking in our direction.
"Is everything all right?" the officer asked.
"Yes," William answered immediately.
"No," I said at the same time.
The officer looked at me.
"Yes, but I've asked him to leave me alone."
William stared at me as if I had betrayed him.
"Ex-girlfriend," I corrected.
"She's pregnant with my child."
The officer's expression remained neutral.
"That does not give you the right to stop her from travelling."
"You grabbed my wrist," I said.
The officer stepped between us.
"Sir, you need to move away from her."
William's eyes remained locked on mine.
I hated that part of me still reacted to the desperation in his voice.
I hated that I still remembered the boy who used to wait outside my school just to walk home with me.
But that boy wasn't standing in front of me anymore.
"I'll contact you after I've seen a doctor," I told him. "Only about the baby."
The officer guided him backwards while I walked towards security.
I didn't look back until my passport had been checked and I was on the other side.
William was still standing there.
But for the first time, I didn't run back to him.
I watched her disappear through security.
She didn't turn around again.
I stood there until someone from airport security told me I needed to leave the area.
I had imagined this conversation differently.
I thought she would shout.
I thought she would eventually listen when I apologised.
Instead, she had looked at me as though she no longer knew me.
My phone rang as I walked back towards the car park.
I stared at her name before answering.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "You left without saying anything yesterday."
"I can't see you anymore."
"Because of your girlfriend?"
"Because she's pregnant."
"You told me you didn't love her anymore."
