leah williamson x y/n - one shots

beautiful

another request! Y/N is suffering with her body image.

Y/N's POV

I couldn't help myself. My phone had been buzzing all day after getting papped yesterday after training. As if I wasn't feeling insecure enough, but now those photos had been published, I felt so much worse. Unlucky for me, I was getting picked up by Leah in an hour as we had an event to go to. The Arsenal were representing a brand and by that we needed to show up at this event, where photos would be taken and we'd be scrutinised for our choice of outfits.

I picked my dress out of the wardrobe, a long sleeved black dress which went down to just above my knees. I loved the dress, but right now, it was the last thing I wanted to wear. I held it up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror and absolutely hating what I could see. My brain was spiralling and I knew it wasn't going to end well.

About 30 minutes had passed, and I was still sat on the edge of my bed, dress in my arms and staring at myself in the mirror. My phone rang, bringing me out of a daze.

"Babe open the door" Leah said down the phone. "I've forgot my key."

I giggled.

"You absolute idiot. I'm coming."

With that, I quickly stood up, shaking my whole body to try and snap out of my thoughts. I opened the door to see Leah stood there in a beautiful cream skin tight dress.

"Look at you!" I said. Leah blushed.

"I'd say the same about you but you're not ready. Come on! We need to go soon!" Leah replied. I let her inside then ran upstairs back to my room, suddenly being cautious of the time. Leah followed me up.

I took my oversized hoodie off, putting my dress on over my shorts. Leah came in just as I tried to zip up the back, but when I couldn't reach the zip, I panicked.

It doesn't fit you Y/N, you're too fat. You look disgusting and need to get this weight off you because you look ridiculous.

I zoned back into reality when I felt Leah come up behind me, zipping my dress up at the back. I turned around, trying to smile at her but I couldn't bring myself to. I felt a massive lump forming in my throat, my eyes brimming with tears as I opened my mouth to try and speak.

"I-"

"What's wrong bub?" Leah asked, her face turning concerned with worry.

I couldn't speak. I sat down on my bed and buried my head in my hands. Leah didn't say anything, instead she sat down next to me and wrapped her arms round me, which made me bawl.

"Do you not want to go tonight? If you don't we don't have to I promise." Leah reassured me, unsure of what was going on. I lifted my head up slowly as I knew I owed her an explanation.

"It's not that." I wept. "You know when I got papped yesterday? Well the photos got published and the comments are awful. I feel so insecure about the way I look, and the fact I couldn't zip my dress up is making me feel too fat to wear something as pretty as this. I feel so ugly and so disgusting Leah, I don't know if I can face the cameras again."

Leah sighed, clearly upset at what had happened.

"These bloody press! They do nothing but upset people and it really boils my blood." she said with anger in her voice. "I hate them so much."

I caught a glance of myself and Leah in the mirror, my brain convincing me that I was ugly and that Leah being here for me was all a lie.

"I don't deserve a best friend like you. I'm disgusting." I sobbed.

"Y/N don't say that, you know it's not true." Leah replied.

"It is."

"No it's not. You are beautiful my darling, and no photo or comment will ever change that! You're my best friend for a reason, and it's not because of the way you look! That's just a bonus. You're my best friend because you're kind, you're funny and you're so talented. We work so well together and when I'm around you I feel so calm and relaxed, you are a little ray of sunshine and I love you more than you know. Don't ever let these nasty people bring you down bub, okay?" Leah said, her voice breaking as she spoke.

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"Of course I do. Trust me, you are beautiful. But can I also just say, you only couldn't reach your zip because you've got short arms, not for any other reason."

I smiled, realising that what Leah was saying was true. She always knew how to bring me back down to earth when I was feeling up a height about things.

"Thank you Leah. So much."

I hugged Leah tight for a few moments, wondering how I got so lucky to have her as my best friend.

"Right, do you want me to do your makeup?" Leah asked, letting go of me and realising the time. I nodded, scraping back my long dark hair into a ponytail so it was out the way.

By the time Leah was finished, I didn't even recognise myself. She'd gone for a glam look on me, giving me eyeshadows that enhanced my dark eyes, and lipstick to match my pink shoes. She had done a minimal look on herself, which matched her cream coloured dress perfectly. I quickly brushed my hair and grabbed my bag before heading downstairs.

"Shall we take some pictures?" Leah smiled.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay, but don't post them anywhere. I'm too scared for the comments." I said.

"Y/N listen to me, you are for one not fat, like seriously you're a size 8 for god's sake! But also, I will not let this one paparazzi guy ruin your life and mindset. I promise you that all the fans will love the photos, and will have nothing but nice things to say about you." Leah replied. I bit my lip, trying my best not to cry as I would ruin my makeup. Leah took my hand and stood her phone up on the mantle piece, standing next to me and snapping some photos. We took some mirror selfies too, and as we giggled at our failed poses, my mind began to clear, forgetting how I had felt just an hour before and letting Leah distract me to help me become myself again.

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A/N: sorry this is so short! i've been working on quite a few chapters all at once so although i've started them all, they're all still in the process of being finished lol. hopefully i'll be able to get some longer ones out soon, but i hope you enjoyed this one x