WOSO IMAGINES

Sarina Wiegman | I think I love her mum?

A/n I have decided to give the character a name rather than y/n just for this imagine only

Adam PoV

Since my mother took on the role of England Women's Head Coach, I've been living with her in England, which I absolutely love. University life in London has been fantastic, despite the unpredictable weather. Pursuing my degree in Sports Physiotherapy felt like the perfect fit, considering my passion for sports, although I never quite envisioned myself playing professionally. My mother, however, had different aspirations.

During my studies, I seized the opportunity to do my placement year at Arsenal Football Club, working alongside the physiotherapy team for the women's team. Little did I know, this experience would set the stage for some incredible moments in my life.

In September 2021, the unimaginable happened—my mother was appointed as England Women's Manager. It was a dream come true for both of us, as it meant we could finally reunite after being separated by the pandemic. When she offered me a position as one of the team's physios, I couldn't refuse. Since then, I've been fully immersed in the world of women's football, attending England camps and working closely with the players.

As the Euros approached, the excitement in the air was palpable. The night before camp, the Arsenal girls threw a farewell party for those heading off on international duty. Amidst the celebrations, Leah and I found ourselves naked under the sheets once again, but this time, we both knew it couldn't continue.

"I think we need to end this thing between us," Leah confessed, her tone somber.

"Yeah, it's not healthy for either of us," I agreed, feeling a pang of regret.

"We agreed, no attachments," she reminded me, her voice tinged with sadness.

We lapsed into a thoughtful silence before I broached the topic of the Euros. "Are you excited for the Euros?" I asked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"A little nervous, to be honest. It's a home Euros," Leah admitted, her vulnerability touching.

"You'll be amazing, as always. In Sarina we trust, right?" I reassured her, referencing our trusted manager.

"I'm excited for you to be there. It'll make camp more fun," Leah remarked, her gaze shifting to me knowingly.

"I'm excited too," I confessed, thoughts of a certain blonde striker flooding my mind.

"I know why you're excited," Leah teased, her smirk playful. "Your not-so-subtle crush on a certain young striker."

"I do not have a crush on Alessia," I protested, feeling a blush creeping up my neck.

"It's painfully obvious," Leah insisted. "And who knows? Maybe she likes you too."

Before I could respond, Leah gathered her belongings and prepared to leave. "Just tell her how you feel, Adam. You can't keep your feelings bottled up forever," she urged, planting a kiss on my cheek before departing.

As I dressed and prepared to head to training, Leah's words echoed in my mind. Maybe it was time to confront my feelings and take a leap of faith.

Exiting my room in a hurry, I collided with someone unexpectedly, sending us both crashing to the ground. "Shit, sorry," I muttered, only to find myself face to face with Alessia.

"It's okay," she replied, extending a hand to help me up. As our eyes met, a moment of undeniable tension passed between us, interrupted by Ella's sudden appearance.

"Less, you ready—oh, sorry," Ella stammered, catching us off guard.

"Um, sorry," I echoed, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat my cheeks as Alessia and I awkwardly parted ways.