leah williamson x y/n - one shots

enemies to lovers (part 1)

request: leah falls in love with Y/N

requested by @MimiiJauregui

Y/N's POV

Why does Leah Williamson hate me? Something I think of every single time we play Arsenal. The most obvious answer is because I play for Tottenham, but it's something about me that she hates more than she does the rest of the team.

I woke up and had a shower, getting all my morning rituals for match days out the way, before heading to my car and setting off for the ground. We were playing at our ground today, which was good as there would be more Spurs fans than Arsenal, but as always, I had a sick feeling in my stomach at the thought of what Leah would do to me on the pitch today. Every time we play Arsenal, she always finds a way to knock me down, both physically and mentally, and it hurt, because deep down I idolised her, she was an incredible player and I wished I could've been able to tell her that and be her friend.

I got to the ground and was greeted by Beth England, our captain and my Spurs and England teammate. She hugged me tight as we headed to the dressing room.

"How you feeling about today?" she asked.

"Not great to be fair." I replied honestly. "They're all so good, and as always I feel shit about what Leah will do to me this time."

Beth shook her head and sighed.

"It baffles me that she's like this with you, she's such a lovely girl," Beth said. "Whatever it is, she needs to stop acting like a teenager and act like an adult. Don't worry, just be yourself and play the game as you would with any other team. I know she was particularly rude to you last time, so try not to let that stop you. Use it as your motivation."

I took a deep breath before we started to get ready for the game.

The nerves hit when we were stood in the tunnel waiting to go out onto the pitch. I got in line and waited for Beth to lead us out. My stomach turned as Leah walked past me, heading over to the Arsenal line. I hadn't seen her in a while, but every time I did, my god did she scare me.

The game began, both teams having a great game so early on. Much to my surprise though, we managed to get the opening goal past Arsenal's goalkeeper, Manu Zinsberger, putting us up 1-0 after 15 minutes. The stadium erupted when Grace Clinton got the ball in the back of the net, celebrating our goal with us. After a quick celebration, the teams went back to their starting positions to restart the game. I walked over to my spot, smiling at how good the game had been so far, until I was shoved out the way by no one other than Leah Williamson. Every single time. I couldn't hold in how mad I was at her, ruining our moment as a team and sending me from absolutely ecstatic to angry in seconds.

"Will you watch where you're going?" I snapped at her as she walked past. Leah didn't say anything, she just scoffed and kept walking.

75 minutes into the game, and somehow we were winning 2-1, with Grace scoring yet another goal before being subbed off. I could tell that the other team were getting mad, the amount of yellow cards that had been given to them was crazy. I could sense the tension, but did my best to block it out, focusing on the game and getting a good win against our derby team. I was doing so well until Leah performed a crazy tackle on me, sending me flying. I landed with a thud on the muddy grass, getting mud all over my white shorts.

"How about you watch where you're going!" Leah scoffed, laughing hysterically at me. I looked up at her, angry as if steam was coming out of my ears, but deep down, it hurt me. I had dealt with the silly comments for a while now, every derby day resulted in something from Leah, but today it felt different; I felt hurt by it. What had I ever done to her? Why does she always target me? Does she think she's funny? Or does she realise that what she's saying to me lowkey hurts?