𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍? | challengers x reader

chapter thirteen

WIMBLEDON LADIES' FINAL – JULY 3, 2010

"Newcomer on the professional tennis scene, Y/N Y/L/N surprised virtually everyone when she won the Ladies' Semi Final two days ago," an English-accented sports journalist said on TV as you waited for your cue to step onto the court for the finals. "She's not only the most technically excellent player of her age, but she has the fastest serve on the WTA tour."

"She's a remarkable player," the other journalist agreed. You watched them play back a clip from your most recent match, highlighting one of your aces. "But if she wants to win on Centre Court here at Wimbledon for the very first time, she's going to have to start embracing her volleys. Maybe she should take a leaf out of her boyfriend's book."

"Patrick Zweig? He only made it to the second round!"

"Yes, but he played some very entertaining tennis this week. It was a joy to watch and very well suited to a grass court!"

"It's true, Zweig plays a sneaky game of tennis. He keeps his opponent on his feet."

"In any case, the whole world is sure to be watching Y/N Y/L/N tonight, eager to see her take on Anna Mueller."

"Now, this isn't the first time Y/L/N and Mueller have played. They faced off numerous times in junior tournaments, and Y/L/N already beat her at Indian Wells, Milan, Roland-Garros, and the US Open last year. They have yet to play each other in a final, though, and Y/L/N has no grand slam titles to Mueller's two."

"Will it be experience and longevity that give Mueller the win, or will new talent Y/L/N take the match with precision and speed?"

"We will soon see."

You had never been this nervous before a match until your second time at Wimbledon.

For the first time in your professional career, just a year and a half after entering the tennis world, you made it to the final round of a grand slam tournament. The other tournaments you had won within the last year put your name on the map, allowing you to garner attention and recognition from your peers and spectators.

But a grand slam title meant you would be a part of history.

It was everything you wanted, everything you worked and struggled for. Your heart pounded so quickly that you thought it might leap out of your skin, and your quickening breath made spots appear in your vision. The pressure mounted, not just because your life goal was an arm's length away, but from all the people who had their eyes on you. Some scrutinising, some rooting for you.

Bracing your hands on your thighs, you closed your eyes and tried to breathe deeply. It felt like you were losing control. Everything you did to maintain your anxiety felt like it was slipping through your fingers, just like your dream of becoming a grand slam winner.

Tashi's voice rang in your ears. You're going to be fucking miserable, and you're going to hate your life just as much as your mother hates the fact that she had you. Art's voice joined Tashi. Everyone knows that tennis is more of a mental game than a physical game. You have a lot of anxiety, and...

The sound of your phone getting a text message interrupted your tornado of negative thoughts.

PAT 💞: Don't listen to any of those assholes, they don't matter. I love you so much and I'm proud of you no matter what happens today. Hold your head up high and do your best, nothing else matters. Don't forget to breathe, pretty girl. P x

As you stepped onto the court, the cheers of the crowd were deafening. You could feel the vibrations of their applause through the soles of your shoes; the energy was electric, and the buzzing of quiet chatter set you on edge. Remembering Patrick's advice, you breathed deeply and waved to the crowd, smiling as you headed for your bench. Everyone on your team was sitting in the player's box with Patrick and your dad, and it was a relief to see them there supporting you.