Woso FanFics

L.Williamson: In A Stranger's Arms

Weeks go so slow

"I really need you. I just need to know what I did wrong. I just need to know that you meant it when you said you loved me. I meant it. I mean it."

You left another begging voicemail, knowing Leah was likely just deleting them. Some part of you hoped that she would hear the heartbreak in your voice and that it would reignite the Leah you knew.

We haven't spoken one word

You waited, but that return call never arrived. The next morning, your Instagram was filled with pictures of Leah at a flashy event. She didn't look sad, not the way you did. You hadn't changed out of your joggers for three days now, showering and then putting the same pair of comfort blankets for legs back on. Your house was messy; the usual clear kitchen worktops were now littered with takeaway boxes and beer bottle tops.

She was dawning a freshly ironed suit; you noticed it because you hadn't had to pester her to let you iron it. Her jewellery matched her outfit, and her handbag matched her shoes. She smiled in every direction, making sure the world knew how happy the European champion was.

Been an endless summer

And it had been. It had started off so well. You had been in the stands for every Euros game, tears filling your eyes as she blew her signature kiss towards you and her family right after the national anthem.

You were there when she sobbed down the phone to you when the emotions got too much, reminding her that the weight of the nation would never lay solely on her shoulders because any burden she had, you shared with her.

You were there when she came into the friends and family area, her Euros medal wrapped proudly around her neck. She ran to you, wrapping her strong arms around your back and spinning you around.

"You did it." You'd whispered into her ear.
"We did it." Her reply had filled you with butterflies.

I go out and get home

You were happy for her at first. Finally, she was getting the recognition you knew she deserved. You would help her get ready, fix the back of her hair for her when she was huffing and puffing into the mirror, and even help her practice for her first red carpet walk.

But then the cracks began to show—the wedge that this recognition had placed between the two of you seemingly doubling in size with every event.

My neighbours leaving for work

You would try so hard to stay awake. You would sit upright in the bed, drink cups of coffee, and even keep energy bars in the top drawer of your bedside table. But slowly, 2am turned to 3am, then 4am. The time continued to grow, and before you knew it, Leah wasn't coming home until 8am. You would lie in bed listening to the car doors of your neighbours slamming shut, praying that soon one of those doors would belong to her taxi home.

I don't mind them judging

And she didn't. She didn't notice the looks she would get from your best friends when she turned up late to your birthday party, barely making it for the last half hour of the night. She didn't care for the fact that your mum couldn't even bear to be in the same room as her, fearful that she might give Leah a piece of her mind and ruin your relationship further. She didn't care for the comments on social media asking when she ever spent any time with you. She didn't mind the judgement, not when the celebrity status outweighed that.

I got nowhere to go

You spent your evenings just waiting for her—waiting for her to come home and love you, waiting for her to take you out on that date she'd already cancelled four times. It started with sincere apologies and promises that she would make it up to you. Then it became no big deal, and then you stopped hearing about it at all. No excuses, no apologies—just you sitting in front of a mirror, removing your makeup with the wetness of your own tears.