CAPTAIN OF DREAMS. | leah williamson
leah williamson x reader
genre: little fluff.
warnings: reader unable to confess feelings (?), bit of swearing and maybe friends to lovers
notes: yeh this is the first fic that i wrote and that i will post at the same, i hope you like it. I couldn't build a big fic that could deepen the relationship between the two, so it's pretty superficial. 🦦
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Leah Williamson, your best friend, is the woman you have a crush on, but nobody knows it.
Before every match, Leah always put on her captain armband (regularly precise), but today she messed up trying to put it; yet this time, you were here.
“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” Chbosky.
❝ Hey, [reader]. Do you know where they stow the armband? ❞ You heard Leah inquire, standing in front of you, while the blonde rummaged through the clothes thrown inside her own suitcase and in the surroundings. ❝ I don't know where's that shit. ❞
It was game day, specifically against the Spurs. All the players were excited, getting ready for the match and chatting inside the locker room, since there was almost half an hour left for the game to start.
And you were no different, next to Leah's cabin, you had already started to put on your socks while talking to her.
Williamson and you have been best friends for a long, long time. You two have always been known as the football duo, always together; walking, eating, doing anything possible.
The big controversy is that last year your heart has blossomed even more for Leah Williamson. At first, you forced yourself to erase this feeling, but it failed.
Now, you support your love for the english while having to act like a mere friend, unable to confess due to fear of rejection.
❝ Here. ❞ You utter by raising your right index finger, accompanied by the armband on your fingertip. It was even incredible how the defender would not see the trimming on top of the bench, on her other side. ❝ When are you going to have an eye exam? ❞
Leah immediately gape at you, from the moment you burst into silly giggles, mocking the woman's poor eyesight. The defender's iconic grim expression was one of the main reasons to make you laugh.
❝ Huh, shut up. I have a perfect eyesight. ❞ Williamson tried to issue the sentence without laughing, but failed; also laughing at your joke. ❝ It was just inattention. ❞
❝ Oh yes, Captain! ❞ The enthusiastic tone wasn't hidden, you loved calling her by nicknames like that; meant a lot to both of you.
The english cackle again, giving you a little shove on the shoulder.
Suddenly, your eyes fell on the magnificence that was Williamson's face, especially when she display that smile. For moments like these, you would never confess to Leah.
Trading days where you could see that comforting giggles for a single day of anxiety over the answer that, you probably knew, didn't sound fair.
Leah sat next to you, on the same bench as you. The blonde body wedged to your left, now starting to put on the armband.
If it were last year, all this would not matter at all; something common and normal among friends. But now, everything was different, every attitude that Williamson made near or with you, had some meaning.
❝ Oh, what the hell. ❞ You came back to reality when you heard the defender grunt and complain.
When you looked to the side, leaning a little so that you could have a more concrete view, you saw...
…Leah Williamson struggling to put on the armbrand?
For a while your reaction was unusual, after all, Leah almost always wore armbands, it was a recurring thing on match days. Seeing the woman not being able to use the accessory was something even weird.
❝ What are you trying to do? ❞ You grill, slanting your head to the side.
❝ That bloody armband is not closing! ❞ Leah said through heavy sighs, her lungs almost tired from trying to force the accessory to close.
You poked Williamson. ❝ It's not about strenght. It's about technique, silly. ❞
The english turned her face towards you, raising one of her eyebrows, looking to doubt your sentence. ❝ Then help me, lady genius. ❞
Before getting up, you frowned, feigning indignation at the ignorance of others. You lifted your body, stepping in front of Leah and almost kneeling down, to be level with the armband.
❝ Give it to me. ❞ You stretched out your hand, enough so that the blonde could pass you the armband. ❝ Lower your shoulder a little more, please. ❞
And Leah lived up to her sentence. You just didn't expect that with such an inclination, the blonde's face would get so close.
Thus, your heartbeat immediately accelerates, accelerates fast as a race car leaving the starting line. All of a sudden, you could feel your heart almost come out of your mouth.
Your best friend's cerulean eyes managed to be so much prettier up close. The calm, serene breath flying close to your face was just too hard not to ignore.
❝ What are you waiting for, hm? ❞ Hearing Williamson's voice calmed your thoughts; except the heart.
❝ Sorry. ❞
You shook your head in an attempt to dismiss those thoughts away. Back to help, you opened the armband and slowly placed it under Leah's armpit area.
Over the sleeve of the red and white jersey, you stretched the accessory tightly enough so that it could close.
Indeed, the armband wasn't the right size for Williamson, but it wasn't anything that interfered with her blood circulation.
❝ Is that good? Do you want me to unscrew it or tighten it more? ❞ You asked after finishing, with the armband perfectly placed on the woman's arm.
Before answering, Leah waved her arm, staggered from side to side, comforting herself with the acessory. She also didn't fail to run her fingerprints over the fabric.
❝ Yes, perfect! ❞ Williamson brought her fingers to your face, all of them. ❝ Thank you so much, [reader], you are literally my lucky charm. ❞
The words of thanks were enough to make you redden, and the warm digits around your face only help with that.
If there was a mirror in front of you, you could see how red you were; red as a cherry.
Leah's fingers didn't let go, they stayed there. You took your right hand, previously used to close the clamp, now over the english's grip.
❝ You're welcome, but it wasn't a big deal, Leah. ❞ It was the only thing you could think of to answer. ❝ Next time, try first closing and then putting it. ❞
Leah smiled her dear smile, that bright, beautiful smile; the one you wanted to see every day by your side in bed. Amidst the scattered thoughts, you felt your face being pulled.
Williamson pulled your face up, enough so that she could place her lips on your forehead, canoodling it in thanks. ❝ I don't need to worry about it! Next time, you'll be with me again. ❞
That was enough to make you burst into higly strung, anxious, and loving chuckles. Deep down, you loved the way Leah made you feel. ❝ If you say so…I'm available, always. Especially when it comes to you. ❞
You didn't miss the opportunity to emphasis on how you would unconditionally support the english, regarding the friendship between the two of you.
Legs lifted and you returned to the bench, now closer to Williamson, almost glued to her side. From the moment you got up, you didn't let go of the captain's fingers.
Your globes landed back on the face of the woman you loved so much. Her look transcended the words you would never have the courage to say to her, Leah's eyes shone intensely, screaming affection and tenderness.
If Leah Williamson was a little smarter, she might get that message. But she was more focused playing with your long fingers, intertwining them, touching them against each other and who knows what else.
Lost in the midst of passionate thoughts, you didn't even notice the english's eyes staring back at you. ❝ [reader], you know what you look like every time you do that? ❞ Leah said.
❝ Huh? ❞ You blinked once, twice, several times until you came back to reality and understood what she said.
❝ A girlfriend. ❞ Williamson mumbled naively.
You fake coughed, your fingers slowly stopped playing with the defender's and your head wobbled to the side. ❝ How so? ❞ And like anyone else, you didn't miss the opportunity.
❝ Maybe it sounds strange, but having you by my side is the best thing in the world... Just like a girlfriend. ❞ The blonde justified the sudden sentence.
❝ Is this good? ❞ Your lips released without a second thought.
❝ It depends, do you like this idea? ❞ Leah replied.
Each time this conversation went on, the more anxious and hopeful you became. ❝ I think so. ❞ You confirmed with a simple smirk, so you wouldn't betray your nervousness.
❝ So you're like my girlfriend! ❞ Williamson responded quickly and with her typical zealous and fun-loving tone.
At this point, you wouldn't be able to decipher whether this was something positive or negative, something cute or just Leah playing with your feelings. The only thing you were sure of, was that you were enjoying this conversation, and you didn't want it to end so soon.
❝ Right, I'll play that part then. ❞ You whispered, chaffing, close to the side of the woman's face, before you laid your face on her shoulder.
Leah Williamson managed to mess with your mind: as much as you hated this 'joke', you also loved it.
You hated that you couldn't tell the truth, as you couldn't say that you really, really want to be Williamson's girlfriend. But you had devotion, warmth for how Leah treated you so well and how she always heed you, like a friend.
To summarize, keeping your mouth shut and appreciating all these attitudes rather than losing friendship with the english would, perhaps, be the best option.
Being able always here to help Leah Williamson put on the captain's armband would be a thousand times better than confessing.
❝ I love you, my dearest captain. ❞ You murmured so low and comical, but the defender still made the effort to be able to hear your sweet words.
❝ I love you too, [reader]! ❞ Williamson replied in the same tone, confidentially snooping into your face. ❝ Ready to bust in the field? ❞ She questioned, referencing the match that soon would start.
You didn't say anything, you just raised your left-handed fist, demonstrating a movement that meant readiness.
Leah chuckle, aiming to never take her eyes off you.
If you were facing her face to face, you would be able to admire your captain's beautiful dilated blue pupils.
And if you knew this information, maybe, all of this didn't just mean friendship, for either of them.
