Alessia Russo Oneshot

Unspoken Connection

The England women's camp was bustling with energy as players trained tirelessly under the watchful eyes of their coaches. Among them was you, the daughter of Sarina Weigman, watching from the sidelines with a mixture of awe and nerves. This was all new to you – the intensity of the training, the passion of the players, and the undeniable talent that surrounded you.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to find a friendly face smiling back at you. It was Alessia Russo, one of the standout players on the team. "Hey there," she greeted you warmly. "You must be Sarina's daughter. I'm Alessia."

Your heart skipped a beat at her friendly demeanour, and you couldn't help but admire her confidence and charm. "Hi, Alessia," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Over the course of the camp, you found yourself drawn to Alessia more and more. Her skill on the field was matched only by her kindness off of it, and you couldn't help but admire her dedication to the sport she loved. You found yourself stealing glances at her during training sessions, your heart fluttering each time she flashed you a smile.

But as much as you were falling for Alessia, you couldn't shake the fear of what your mother would think. Sarina had always been supportive of your decisions, but you couldn't help but worry that she wouldn't approve of you getting involved with one of her players.

So you kept your feelings hidden, burying them deep inside as you focused on supporting the team from the sidelines. But no matter how hard you tried to deny it, the connection between you and Alessia was undeniable.

One evening, after a particularly gruelling training session, Alessia sought you out, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine care.

You tried to brush off her concern with a smile, but Alessia wasn't fooled. "I can tell something's been bothering you," she insisted, gently placing a hand on your arm. "You can talk to me, you know."

And in that moment, with Alessia's comforting presence beside you, you found yourself opening up about your fears. You told her about your worries regarding your mother's reaction, about how you didn't want to jeopardise her relationship with the team.

Alessia listened intently, her expression softening with understanding. "I get it," she said quietly. "But you can't let fear hold you back from being happy. Life's too short for that."

Her words struck a chord within you, and you realised she was right. You couldn't let fear dictate your actions, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

With newfound determination, you sought out your mother the next day, nerves fluttering in your stomach. But as you poured out your heart to her, explaining your feelings for Alessia and your fears about her reaction, you were met with nothing but love and acceptance.

"I just want you to be happy, sweetheart," Sarina said, pulling you into a tight embrace. "And if Alessia makes you happy, then I couldn't be more thrilled for you."

Tears of relief welled up in your eyes as you hugged your mother tightly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. And as you pulled away, wiping away your tears with a shaky smile, you knew that everything was going to be okay.

With newfound confidence, you sought out Alessia, finding her on the field with a warm smile on her face. Without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, taking her hands in yours.

"I want to be with you, Alessia," you said, your voice steady with determination. "No more hiding, no more fear. Just us."

Alessia's eyes sparkled with happiness as she pulled you into her arms, holding you close. "I've been hoping you'd say that," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

And as you melted into her embrace, surrounded by the cheers of your teammates and the warmth of Alessia's love, you knew that you had made the right decision. For in that moment, all that mattered was the love you shared, unspoken fears and worries fading away in the face of a love that was meant to be.