USWNT & NWSL One-Shot Collection

@* - Royal - R. Daly (Houston Dash)

A/N: THIS IS PURE FICTION - PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND. 

Dedicated with many thanks to Creeker15 (cause it wont let me tag you correctly.) 

Y/N is starting Goalie for Dash. Jersey number: 7

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POV: Y/N

It was the final practice before the championship game. OL Reign vs. Dash. The heat of Houston had set in hours ago, causing the whole team to be very sweaty and tired. I looked at one of my best friends, Laine - a midfielder - and she rolled her eyes at me.

"If it gets any hotter, the ball is gonna melt." Laine said as she juggled the ball at her feet.

Rachel Daly, an English national and my other best friend, came up next to the two of us and handed over a bottle of water.

"Drink up, Princess." She said, a joke about my secret title.

I was born, Princess Y/N Charlotte Elizabeth Diana, eldest daughter to - at the time - Prince William of England. My father had taken the throne when my great grandmother and my grandfather had both passed. It moved me from 6th in line for the throne, into second in line. 

I had been given the Princess Royal title just a few years ago, a gift for my 21st birthday from my father. I had been given permission to play football, or soccer as the Americans call it, from my father, given that I was not expected to need to ascend to the throne. I had been playing for years, all through school and even into University. On the field, I was just another player, despite who my parents are. 

None of the English teams wanted to sign me to play professionally, but the owner of Houston Dash had approached me with their coach after my last year in University. It was agreed that I would sign with the Dash, living with another English player, and I would have my bodyguards available if I needed them.

I made one condition. I was to play under my mother's maiden name - Middleton. Being a Windsor was hard enough, and as a Princess I kept out of the spotlight as much as possible. How that happened, no one really understood. I had been playing as Y/N Middleton for two years and this year, finally, we had made it to the championship game.

"Middleton... What are you thinking so hard about?" Rach asked, as she poked my shoulder. Rachel was the only one who knew who I was, aside from the coach. She was my flat mate and one of my best friends.

"The game, actually. It's about time we got to the championship right?" I focused back on the two players next to me.

"Who's that with Coach?" Laine asked, pointing toward the bench. 

I followed her eye line and spotted a very familiar man. My heart sped up. "What's he doing here?" I asked, not realizing I was speaking out loud.

"You know who it is?" Laine looked at me.

"MIDDLETON!" Coach called, waving me over. "Water break for the rest of you!"

"This will be fun." I commented, as all eyes were on me. I made my way over, most of the other players making their way to the bench for water. As I approached the man, he inclined his head to me, which irritated the hell out of me. I quickly stripped off my goalie gloves and tucked them into my waistband. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not bothering to actually greet him. He had been my personal bodyguard since I was 15. He was used to how I felt about bowing and all that.

"We must speak." He answered softly, his eyes darting around, as if trying to find some hidden threat.

"I'm busy... Practice... for the finals... You knew this."