leah williamson x y/n - one shots

baby don't cut (part 1)

Warning⚠️ descriptions of self harm.

Y/N's POV

After weeks of back and forth losing games, and all the hate that came with it, we were all starting to lose hope. No matter how hard we tried, nothing was working, and the tension within our team was beginning to develop, causing everyone to be on edge.

I got up for training at 8am, quickly got ready and headed straight out before Leah even woke up. I didn't eat anything, I just went straight out onto the pitch to warm up.

"You're early," Sarina shouted across the pitch as she saw me walking towards her.

"Just wanted to warm up a bit." I replied.

"Have you eaten?" Sarina asked concerned. I nodded, lying to her to prevent any more confrontation.

Training started promptly at 9:30, with all the girls arriving at about 9:15. We had a quick meeting with Sarina in the changing room before getting started, basically trying to improve the morale in the team. Leah came straight up to me after the meeting because she didn't know why I'd left so early.

"Before you panic, I went to warm up early rather than going to the gym. I didn't just go for a walkabout." I said as she walked towards me.

"That's fine babe, you don't have to explain to me." Leah said. "I just needed to know you were okay."

Just as we were heading outside, my phone rang. My phone doesn't normally ring due to not having any family or many friends outside of football, so I was shocked to hear it ringing.

"I'm just going to take this, I'll be out in a sec." I said to Leah before answering.

"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?"
"It is yes, who's this?"
"My name is Linda, I'm calling from North Yorkshire Police regarding a recent update in a prison case involving your father. Are you able to proceed with this?"

My heart skipped a beat. Both my parents were abusive from the day that I was born to the day I moved out. My mum was an alcoholic who would constantly hurt me and bash me for the way I looked, my love for football and so much more. She caused me so much trauma. My dad was a drug addict and abused me on the daily. I was often hit, kicked and punched by him, as well as burnt from cigarettes. He was put in prison not long before I moved out when I was 15 for his abuse, as someone from social services had come out to my school to talk to me, to which I didn't say anything, but they could see the bruises and scars that I had picked up from him. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with my parents, they broke me in so many ways.

"Erm.. what's happened?"
"Now I understand that this may be hard for you to hear, but due to recent events, your father has been released early from prison. Do you have any questions?"

I hung up the phone instantly and fell to my knees. I suddenly couldn't breathe, and my chest began to tighten. Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to catch my breath, not getting anywhere. I went into a full on panic attack. Why the fuck has he been released? Is he going to come for me? My head was spinning. I let out a scream and sobbed, not expecting anyone to hear, but Leah obviously was listening as she flung open the door and ran over to me.

"Hey hey it's okay, calm down babe," she said, stroking my hair trying to help me.

"Leah I can't breathe!" I shouted in panic.

"Okay Y/N listen to me yeah? You're okay, you're safe here and I'm never going to let you go okay? Breathe in and out with me. Ready? In and out, in and out..."

After a good few minutes, my breath began to slow again, and my chest started to feel more loose again. I was still crying, but Leah distracting me brought me back into reality.