trouble in paradise
slow paced/slow burn fics fear me. i wrote this in like 4 hours so lets be kind guys and ignore how spirally thsi is. hopefully another fic coming sometime in the next week xo
williamson!sister x alexia putellas
warnings: light angst, mentions of alcohol
You have mixed emotions as soon as the whistle blows.
You’re ecstatic, obviously. Who wouldn’t be after winning the biggest accolade your club has had in 18 years, especially considering just how much time and effort you’ve devoted to
them in those 18 years.
Arsenal has won, your one and only club has managed to win the champions league in what can only be described as probably the biggest underdog win in champions league history.
It’s exhilarating, it doesn’t feel real. But as your eyes lock onto Alexia, on the other side of the pitch, doubled over on herself like she’s experiencing a pain that is non-human.
Then your eyes move to Leah, your sister who bleeds even more red than you do.
She’s running straight for you, like you’re the only person in the world she wants to share this moment with, and you feel the same, she’s the most important part of your world. But as she blocks your view of Alexia your heart drops in a way that it shouldn’t at this moment.
You don’t have much time to think about it before your sister is barreling straight into you, knocking all the air out of your lungs as the two of you fall to the ground.
“We fucking did it.”
She collapses directly on you like a golden lab who has just spotted its owner and wants the biggest hug a person can give. Her whole body buries itself into yours, and then about five more as the dog pile starts.
You are just as Arsenal and Leah and Lotte, every single part of your body and soul belongs to the club. But you have this underlying feeling that you shouldn’t at this moment. It’s weird to consciously know it but not be able to change it.
You’ve gotten so used to Barcelona winning, sitting in the stands for the last two finals watching your girlfriend win everything and anything that she sets her eyes on. It’s annoying how easy it all is for her, but it’s also what you love about her.
Leah says you're a puppy dog, she’s never quite gotten used to Alexia. Like any older sibling she’s protective, but Leah takes it to another level. She’s never made anything easy for Alexia, ruthless to a point that you’ve never seen her be with anybody else and yet Alexia takes it all, never complains, if anything she gives ten times more in an attempt to seek some kind of approval from your sister. She never quite gets it, but she likes the challenge, you know it.
The dog pile eventually falls off and you're left to look up at the sky. You think that it’s perfect, and that truly if you could stay staring up at the bright Lisbon blue for the rest of your life you would.
But you're brutally taken from that as a set of arms tug you off the ground. Suddenly the 90+ minutes of playing time hit you, or maybe the nausea, or guilt and you feel wobbly. Like your whole body could collapse if your teammates weren’t holding you up.
Leah kisses your head, over and over again until she moves onto having a moment with Kim and you've got Kyra plastered to your side telling you how you’re her idol and some other spur of words that don’t quite process in your brain.
It’s probably easily played off as shock due to the win, but in reality you actually are experiencing the worst guilt you’ve ever felt.
The shaking hands is worse, specifically because you have spent the last three summers with this team and have never in your life seen them all completely gutted. You try to keep it quick, but when Ingrid starts crying into you shoulder you legitimately feel like you might vomit.
Alexia is the worst, because of course she is.
It’s hard enough to approach her, sitting on the ground with Mapi squatted down next to her.
Mapi spots you first, your Spanish isn’t bad but you certainly can’t lip read it. She says something to Alexia though, because she looks up at you for a split second. You watch the hope fade into something else that looks like disgust and then she says something to Mapi which prompts Mapi to stand up.
The frown on her face tells you everything.
“She-She just needs a few minutes.”
You try not to let it show on your face, not to show the complete rejection you feel at being blocked from the one person who can probably solve your problem.
Mapi must see it though, she’s good at that you’ve learnt, good at reading people who don’t want to be.
“She’ll call you later, or come see you, I’ll make sure of it. She just needs a little bit.”
You try and convince yourself that it isn’t the worst pain you’ve ever felt.
The guard of honour is probably the worst part, she reaches out for Mariona a few steps in front of you, and then her eyes lock on you and you have hope. But she walks past, as if you’re nothing. As if you haven’t been in a public relationship for two years now and as if she isn’t the love of your life like she’s told you.
You feel Leah’s glare from beside you, her hand tightening in its place on your shoulder in a silent question. Her head ducks down, resting in your ear as if she’s going to say something.
“Leave it. Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. If you want me to keep smiling for the cameras, stay silent.”
You’re the quieter out of you and Leah, less bossy, generally more in the shadows. But your relationship is quite the opposite, it kind of has to be when you’re dating the best player in the world. You already know how many tik tok edits are already going to be made about this moment and how many rogue messages you’ll receive from people who know nothing about your life.
Leah gets the message, she’s smart enough not to prod when there are quite literally cameras at every angle recording every moment right now. She has her own relationship that she’s trying to preserve from all of the media. She knows what it means to keep some parts of a public life hidden.
Barcelona collect their medals and you try to keep a tight smile on your face as you watch Alexia walk across the stage and take her medal. She’s not used to having a silver one, it’s the first thought in your mind, not for a long time at least. All she ever does is win, she was literally the poster girl for nikes ‘just win’ campaign.
Then it’s your turn, your turn to walk through Barca’s guard of honour. Most of the girls who you’ve spent summers with open up for a hug, or a handshake at least. But Alexia looks so spaced out and out of the moment that she doesn’t even flinch when Frido elbows her in the ribs. She looks at you, like a kicked puppy and then looks at the fucking ground of all places.
It’s the twisting of the knife already lodged in your gut.
You try to smile as the confetti goes off and the trophy is lifted. You try and think about how much more upset you’ll be when you look at the pictures afterwards just for you to look upset in all of them. It does nothing though, not when the trophy is offered to you to lift, not when Lotte has her arms around your shoulders humming to ‘North London Forever’ , not when your sister tries to dance with you.
Even when your family comes down to the pitch. Even the sight of your Spurs father in an Arsenal jersey does nothing.
Mariona is the first person to bring you in for a proper hug.
“It doesn’t feel good doing it, wishing that other people would win so much that you’d rather lose.”
You’re off to the side, far enough away that you don’t feel suffocated by red. A different shade of red to the Barcelona one you were expecting to see.
“Is it bad that I was so certain they were going to win that this wasn’t a possibility?”
Mariona shakes her head, although you highly doubt she agrees. She’s as invested in this belief as everybody else, you were too. You believed that your team could win, you just somehow didn’t believe it was actually going to happen.
“Not at all, there is nothing bad about being surprised about an outcome you didn’t expect. How about you go and talk to Ale?”
You feel sick thinking about her. She’s your favourite person and yet it feels like you’re the last person she wants to see.
“She doesn’t want to see me. She’s made that very clear.”
Mariona frowns and brings you in for another hug.
“She’s never been a very good loser, give her an hour and she’ll warm back up. She’ll want to celebrate with you when she’s gotten over this.”
You hope for the love of god that Mariona is right.
You put yourself through the hell of post-game celebrations and media. Take every photo and every interview that you have to and then you’re heading straight back to the hotel.
Alexia’s hotel is the one next to yours, and you make the decision that you can’t go to the celebrations until you’ve sorted it all out. Once you get to the celebrations you’re inevitably going to drink, in the company of Katie McCabe and your sister you’ll probably drink a lot. You tend to have a pattern of your anger when you're drunk turning into a very ugly person and you’re determined to not let it happen right now. You also want to see your girlfriend.
Leah moans the whole walk over, groaning about how she could be partying and about how she could be drinking and celebration and a whole other slew of complaints that your depressed brain isn’t ready to hear.
You make it into the lobby without encountering anybody, but Alexia’s hotel hallway is full of Barcelona staff and players who look like they're ready to spit and yours and your sisters game jerseys that you’re still wearing.
“I don’t get why we have to bloody search for Putellas when she’s having a pity party, we should be partying.”
You hiss at Leah, she’s slightly tipsy on the heineken cans from the locker room and is bordering on your last nerve.
“I didn’t ask you to come Leah, I am here because I want to be, I didn’t tell you to accompany me.”
She groans again but you’re too focused as your eyes lock onto Patri at the end of the hallway.
“Oi, Patri, Patri.”
She turns quickly, her eyes downcast and puffy as if she’s been crying for hours, which your figure she probably could have.
“Williamson one, Williamson two.”
Leah laughs, as if it’s the funniest joke that could have been made.
“Glad to see that I haven’t lost my sense of humour.”
Then Leah giggles, the same way she does when she’s plastered at the pub on a Sunday night and is two steps away from forgetting everything.
“I need to see Alexia.”
Patri swallows, in the same way people tend to when they’re nervous.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
Leah’s giggling seizes. She steps out in front of you.
“Tell Putellas to stop sulking and come and congratulate my sister the same way she has the last two years. She can get over herself for five minutes and be gracious.”
Suddenly the possibility of a fight in this hallway doesn’t seem impossible.
“Patri, please, just let me see her. She doesn’t need to talk, I just want to see her.”
Patri shakes her head, but you assume Leah does the scary thing where she frowns and tilts her head like an animal about to strike because Patri relents.
“I will try, but I can’t promise you anything.”
Patri disappears down the hallway until she gets to a room a few doors down, she must have Alexia’s keycard because the door opens immediately and she slips in.
“Seriously, why are we here? This is your night and Putellas is ruining it. Her sob story is seriously killing the buzz.”
You’re sick of everybody else telling you what to do and what to feel.
“Leah I didn’t fucking ask you to be here, shut up or leave. This is my problem and I’m happy to fix it on my own.”
Leah mutters something under her breath and you swear you might strangle her, it wouldn’t be the first time the two of you had gotten into a tussle. Then you spot Mapi down the end of the hallway and your focus switches again. This time you don’t have to yell, she spots you immediately and pivots in your direction.
“Chica, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be partying, no? Or at least doing something better than this.”
Your strangling intention pivots to Mapi.
“This is what I’m saying, why are we here?”
Strangling back to Leah.
“Leah, final time I tell you to shut up before I throat punch you.”
You might not be as intense as your sister but when you get worked up you’d argue you’re ten times more terrifying.
“I just need Ale, okay? Five seconds is all I need.”
Mapi grimaces and it feels like you’re missing something and you hate it.
Just as you’re about to say something, Patri emerges. With no Alexia and a deep frown etched into her face.
“How about you come back tomorrow, or she’ll call you sometime tomorrow.”
You use all of your willpower to shake your head.
“No, tell her that it’s urgent, that I need her right now.”
Leah’s back behind you like a guard dog who's ready to attack at any minute.
“Look, she’s not, she can’t see you right now.”
You feel all the tears building up, all the guilt and anger from today finally coming to fruition.
“Patri, Mapi, please.”
It’s the wobble in your words that do it you think, or at least it does it for Leah.
“You two need to talk to your captain and give her thirty seconds to see my sister whilst she still has some dignity. This is fucking embarassing. She’s stood by her for all of her wins even when it’s been hard for her, she has been there for literally everything.”
Neither of the women move and it’s probably the part that breaks you the most, that these people who you have known for years now don’t have the respect to give you this.
Leah pushes past them, walking to the door Patri had walked in and out of and banging on it so loudly the sound reverberates.
“Putellas I swear to god, or dios or whatever the fuck you call it in Catalan that if you don’t open this door right now to give my sister the congratulations she fucking deserves then I will make sure that she never comes and sees you again. You think that you already have it tough with me? I will make you so miserable that you’d wish to be in hell. Open the fucking door.”
Leah keeps banging, until your ears are ringing and multiple staff members peek their heads out of their bedroom doors to see what all the commotion is.
“Leah.”
It seems like the adrenaline has gotten to her head.
“Leah, let’s go.”
Leah looks like she’s about to say something else, like she’s going to argue but your face must say it all.
“Tell Putellas she can go and get fucked and that if she ever wants to see my baby sister again she better have a pretty good apology lined up and some serious grovelling. In England. No more flying out to Spain because it’s easier for her. She wants anything to do with her she can come talk to me first.”
You don’t wait to see if Leah is following behind you, you just start walking. Down the hallway and into the elevator where Leah does join you.
She doesn’t talk even though it seems like she wants to. She brings you into a hug as soon as the doors close and you don’t even attempt to stifle your sobs.
Leah hugs you until the doors to the elevator open and then she helps you to wipe your face as you exit the hotel and make the walk two blocks back to your own hotel.
The party in the function room is in full swing. Leah forces you through the door like she knows that you’re considering bolting.
“You’re going to regret it if you leave, hate me for it now but I’m right.”
You definitely hate her for it but you don’t run away either. You let your sister tug you through the crowd of people until she finds your mom and then you're gone all over again. Leah walks off in search of Elle and you're left standing in front of your mum with new tears streaming down your face. It takes all of five seconds for her to wrap her arms around you and bring her into you.
“I don’t get why she doesn’t want to see me, I just want to see her.”
You don’t know whether or not you want to hear anything. You want to be able to celebrate with your teammates like a normal person and not be so attached to your fucking girlfriend that when shit like this happens you fall apart.
You’ve always loved hard though, loyal to the point it’s kind of concerning. It’s the one thing you do beat Leah at.
“Just give her a little bit, yeah, she’s struggling. Give her some room to breathe and then punch her a bit for being a dick and get over it. You two will get over it together.”
You want to believe your mum, she’s generally right with most things. You’re a bit hurt right now though to think straight.
“Go enjoy yourself, I promise you that if you don’t then you’ll regret it. Enjoy yourself and worry about Alexia later.”
You would say that the three tequila shots that Katie feeds you are probably what makes you start to enjoy yourself. There’s an unspoken assumption that you’re clearly not okay but everybody is decent enough not to ask. You’re given pretty much every alcoholic beverage that your teammates can find and it helps, slightly. You forget about Alexia for a little bit, for long enough for it to hurt a little bit less.
Until Vic comes up to you telling you that there is somebody from Barcelona waiting for you outside.
Your heart soars, and you all but try to stumble as quickly as you can out of the function room in search of the one person you want to be.
Your heart plummets as soon as you make it out of the doors and Jana is the one waiting for you.
Your mind is significantly more foggy than it was when you were talking to Patri and Mapi.
“She’s sorry.”
Sorry seems to be the worst thing you could be told.
“Sorry?”
Jana shrugs like she has more to say but doesn’t know how to.
“She just needs a bit of a break right now.”
You feel every positive feeling that had been starting to reintroduce itself to your body completely leave.
“A break from our relationship, or me or just life?”
Jana looks like she really doesn’t know what to say.
“So she loses one game, the first game shes ever fucking played against me for club and decides she’s just done? That she can’t stomach perfect fucking barcelona losing? Nice, love that her pride comes before me. You’d think after three years that would maybe pass but I suppose the time doesn’ matter as much to her as it matters to me.”
Jana is left speechless and that’s all the answers you need.
You drink. You drink a lot. Going toe to toe with Katie is no small feat but you manage to do pretty well. You drink until you can’t think anymore and are legless and then you drink some more.
You don’t know what time somebody takes you to bed but you do know that you wake up with Leah snoring beside you and your head so sore that it feels like your brain doesn’t belong inside of it.
“Oi, stop fucking snoring. No wonder Elle complains.”
Leah rouses next to you, a lopsided smile on her face as she blinks away the sleep. She put an arm out to hug you and you give her a shove that almost pushes her off of the bed.
“Glad to see that your charm doesn’t disappear when you’re nursing the hangover of the century. I was supposed to spend the night with Elle but you were so blind I genuinely thought you were going to choke on your own vomit in your sleep.”
You try to shove her again but she’s far away now that she’s out of the shoving vicinity.
“You’re supposed to be nice to me, y’know, little sister care or something.”
Leah rolls her eyes.
“Yeah right I’ve seen Putellas fight on the floor with her sister.”
As soon as the words leave Leah’s mouth she knows what she's done, everything you’d almost forgotten comes flooding straight back and the sickness washes over you all over again.
“Shit-I’m-Shit.”
You shake your head, it's already been said.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. We should start packing, early flight and everything.”
Leah seems to get the message, rolling out of your bed in a thud and dragging herself out of your room with a little smile on the corner of her lips.
You have peace for about five minutes, enough peace to silence the pain in your head every time you blink or move. Until your door unlocks and Kyra comes barreling in.
“So trouble in paradise?”
She’s got a lot more energy than you think anybody else does. As if she never drank to begin with.
“You can either leave or be quiet and help me pack my bag.”
Kyra wasn’t the person you thought you’d bond with. When she’d come to Arsenal you’d already cemented pretty solid relationships with girls in the team like Lotte and Kim. You all were on the quieter side. Then Kyra had come along and everything you’d heard about her and seen of her was loud and rambunctious and chaotic. Then you got to know her, got to know about how she was an extroverted introvert and 80% of the time was a lot calmer than everyone made her out to be. The two of you found a balance together.
“I’ll do your toiletries, you sort out luggage.”
You're sick of the little sorry smile people keep giving you.
Kyra battles in your ensuite whilst you throw the very small amounts of your things into your suitcase. It’s a quick process and by the time you check your phone you’re running perfectly on time. You try not to feel hurt by the lack of texts, calls or signs of life from Alexia. You’re fine, none of it really matters.
Kyra and you manage to get your things out of your room right as some of the staff are coming down and knocking on peoples door to meet down at the bus transfers to the airport. You try not to think about the fact that as soon as you get on the plane that’s another two weeks before you play Alexia again. Two more weeks without seeing her that you didn’t think you’d have.
You help Kyra pack up her own things before the two of you head down to the lobby to wait.
The lobby is already pretty full, full of teammates who look like they’re in desperate need of a bucket or some serious anti-nausea pills before they hop on a flight.
You dump your luggage with everybody else’s and find a seat mostly away from everybody else. Although nobody seems to be in an overly sociable mood.
You’re wallowing in your own depression, really. It’s a little bit pathetic but you don’t really care. You’re past the point of caring what anybody thinks of you after you pretty much confessed all of your relationship problems to half of your teammates last night and possibly coaching staff as well.
You should be embarrassed but in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t really matter. It feels like your relationship is imploding in front of you and you literally can’t do anything to stop it.
“Mini Williamson, you’re wanted.”
Beth’s voice is completely gone, raw and stringy but you hear it all the same.
“I don’t want a photo or anything else, Beth.”
Suddenly you wish that you’d gotten your sunglasses from your bag because as the sun shines in through the windows in the lobby your head hurts at a whole other level.
“I think you’ll want to see this.”
You look up at Beth and then at the direction she’s pointing in and choke on whatever air you’d been inhaling.
“Oh god.”
Alexia looks like she hasn’t slept, less than you. The part that is the most horrific about her appearance though is the arsenal jersey that she’s wearing. You’ve never seen Alexia in a jersey of yours that hasn’t been an English one, there was a weird contingency between the two of you that club jerseys were just a no. You both were one club players, and you wanted it to stay that way. Yet here Alexia is, standing in the lobby of the hotel with a bright red Arsenal jersey.
The only thought you have is that as you sister locks eyes with her that she is going to punch her. It’s the only thing that crosses your mind.
“Leah. No.”
Leah doesn’t listen, it was a hopeless attempt. She flys full force towards Alexia at a rate that you could never catch up with.
Alexia doesn’t flinch as Leah comes face to face with her, her hands digging into the stupid jersey as Leah starts to yell something that you can’t understand because your too focused on getting in between the two of them without passing out from hangover symptoms.
You manage to cross the room before Leah throws hands. Thankfully.
“Leah, no. Not here.”
You try to ignore the fifty eyes of your teammates on you.
Leah looks like an animal about to tear into her prey.
“Leah. No. Not here.”
You drag the two of them into the nearest handicapped bathroom you can find.
“You think you can just dick around my sister and show up here the next morning and be forgiven, huh? God Putellas you should be worshipping her fucking feet right now, you should be grateful that she hasn’t broken up with you ass for your dumbass behaviour. Do you realise how out of your league she is? How any person in London would break their own leg to have her, and yet you just get to have her and fuck her around however you want?”
Alexia just nods along with everything Leah says.
“Are you done, Leah? Can I talk to my partner now without my sister talking for me?”
Leah is staring down Alexia with such intensity that you think she might combust.
“Leah, out, let me talk to her, please.”
Leah relents, but then gives up.
“I will be waiting outside and if I hear anything leave your mouth Putellas besides an apology I will be back.”
The older sister act has happened your whole life, to every girlfriend, fling, one night stand and partner. Apparently it’s unavoidable.
The room is silent for a few seconds, Alexia doesn’t look like she’s going to say anything so you fill the silence.
“I’ve never seen you in an Arsenal top before.”
With the busy schedule you hardly manage to make it to any of Alexia’s club matches and vice versa. Although you do have a Barca top buried in the bottom of your dresser that you pull out when you have time to watch Alexia’s games. You never wear it but you bring it out anyways.
“You won, you deserve to be represented.”
You can’t tell how authentic it is and that hurts.
“I just didn’t deserve it last night.”
Alexia looks so broken that you almost fold, almost give up the tough persona but you’re still hurt, even as you look at Alexia’s pouty features and empty eyes.
“I-I there’s no excuse. You deserved to celebrate how you pleased last night and I ruined it for you. I was selfish and too consumed in my own emotions to see that. I don’t have anything to say but I’m sorry. You deserved better and I didn’t give it to you.”
Alexia’s lip quivers, properly quivers.
“That’s all you have? That you were too worried about yourself to care about me? Do you understand that to be in a relationship it's 50/50, you don’t get to choose when you care about me and when you don’t. You’re supposed to love me unconditionally.”
A tear rolls down Alexia’s face and you feel horrible, but you know you’re doing the right thing by not going easy.
“I’ve never lost to somebody I loved. I’ve never played on a field and wanted another person to win simply because I love them. I’ve never felt worse than I did when I was happy that you won. I was supposed to be upset about us losing and yet I was more upset about the fact that I was happy that you won. I didn’t want to ruin your celebrations by being upset, you deserved to be surrounded by people who were going to appreciate you fully instead of distract you. I wanted you to be free of me burdening you.”
It’s the relatability, the fact that you can say that everything Alexia is describing you also felt.
“I want to share everything with you. I don’t spend every spare minute on the phone with you and every other minute thinking about you to not want to spend the ups and downs with you. I would have rather sat in your hotel room all of last night crying then gone to stupid celebrations not knowing how you felt about me.”
The silence hangs for a few seconds.
“They were great celebrations, not stupid and Putellas this is when you actually apologise so I don’t kill you.”
You bang your head against the wall of the bathroom.
“Leah, Fuck off.”
Alexia shakes her head.
“I am sorry. I did not give you wanted on the night of your life. You deserved to be celebrated and I did the complete opposite. I never want that to happen again, I love your more than anything, you are my life and you are my soul. Please, let me make it iup to you. I’ll come to London, I’ll do anything. I just want you, I want to make it up to you.”
You suppose she’s the love of your life, and you aren’t quite ready for this to be the end of that.
“You’ll come to London and you’ll wear my jersey all weekend and you’ll go out for dinner with Leah and make things up and you’ll deal with me when I’m wasted or so hungover I can’t move until you have to go to Spain. Understood.”
Alexia nods dutifully.
“And she’ll take you shopping, both of us shopping, and I want the new oakley drop.”
You roll your eyes and reach out for Alexia, letting her press the most respectable of kisses to your cheek before parting.
“Leah if you aren’t gone by the time I exit I will make it so you can never play football again.”
You wait for the scamper of her feet before you fall into Alexia with the whole weight of your body, relaxing against the person you’ve needed most,
