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dilemmaontwolegs · 8 months

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Summer in the 305 || LS2

Pairing: Logan Sergeant x fem!reader Summary: Logan comes home to Miami (305) for the summer break and you surprise him by meeting him at the airport. Warnings: fluff, doggo parents, hints of sexual tension. WC: 1.7k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three

No one noticed you as you sat half asleep in an oversized hoodie on a bench, assuming you were just another weary traveler in Miami International Airport. The arrival lounge had been busy when you arrived hours earlier but it had grown quieter and quieter as the night grew so late it could have been considered morning. Logan was meant to have landed at 11pm and he would have expected you to be at home fast asleep but you had wanted to surprise him.

The surprise came fittingly at 3:05 when the frosted glass doors opened with the next disembarkation of passengers, led by Logan as he desperately tried to get home to you sooner. Your eyes were burning from forcing them to remain open for the extra four hours that his flight was delayed and you rubbed them as you rose from the bench.

Caps and shirts were thrust in his path but he was too polite to decline a fan so he paused to sign his autograph and nearly jumped out of his skin when your fingers wrapped around the handle of his suitcase. The shout to call for security almost passed his lips, thinking he was being robbed, before his sleepy brain recognised you.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” he asked as a grin chased away the exhaustion on his face and he bundled you into his arms.

You kept one hand on his luggage since there was a crowd starting to gather but the other curled around his back and your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “I wanted to surprise you. I missed you.”

Logan pressed his lips to your forehead until you tipped your head back and he captured your lips as cameras flashed. “I missed you too.”

Thankfully it wasn’t always like this and most of the time when he came home to Miami you were left in relative peace. It was a different story when you went with him to the races, those were full-on mobs of Williams fans that demanded almost all his attention. “Go on, babe, finish up signing those so we can go home.”

The pen flew across whatever passed in front of him before he caught you struggling to hide your yawn and made an apology as he handed a boarding pass back with his autograph before waving. “Thanks for the support everyone.”

There was a collective groan from those who had missed out but Logan was focusing on taking back his luggage with one hand and draping the other over your shoulders as you fell into step.

“Looks like the 305 missed you too,” you commented as his hand lifted every now and again to wave at the younger fans until you reached his Range Rover you borrowed for the night. “There’s a treat waiting for you at home.”

His hand found your thigh as he started the engine and sent you a smirk as it drifted higher. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Not that,” you giggled, turning down the music that had played loudly while you drove. Logan enjoyed a quieter atmosphere when he was at the wheel, one where he could hold a conversation. “I wasn’t sure if you had eaten so I picked up some Carbone’s. I will admit I had to name drop, but they wouldn’t make a takeaway order otherwise.”

His warm laugh filled the SUV. “Did they even know who I was?”

“Of course! Everyone knows the hometown hero.” You leaned across the console and kissed his cheek, feeling the short prickles of his blond beard on your lips. “Are you planning on giving me beard burn, Lo?”

“This is all the rage in Europe. You don’t like it?” he asked as he ran his fingers over the three day growth. You weren’t sure if he was playing with you or not before a grin split his face and you sighed with relief. “Don’t worry, honey, I just haven’t had a minute spare to shave it this week.”

By the time 4:00 am arrived you should have been dead on your feet, but having Logan home energised you almost as much as Sooty. The black labrador scarpered all over the polished wooden floor when he saw his daddy walk in the door, his paws struggling to find traction in his excitement.

“There’s my good boy, come to daddy,” Logan cooed as he dropped his suitcase and caught the bounding dog as he jumped up. “Have you been protecting, mommy? Yeah? Of course, you have, you’re such a good boy.”

“He never gives me that kind of welcome home,” you joked as you locked the door and wheeled the suitcase down the hall to the bedroom.

A pair of hands came to rest on your waist as you emptied the entire case into the laundry hamper, knowing he wouldn’t have had the time to do it himself. His lips brushed over your nape before finding their way to your jaw as he turned you in his arms. “But you don’t go missing for weeks at a time.”

Hooking your arms around his neck you nodded in agreement as Sooty padded into the room with his favourite toy, dropping it at Logan’s feet.

“Someone has to be the stay-at-home parent in this relationship,” you chuckled, releasing him so he could pick up the squeaky toy.

“Not tonight, Soot, we’ll play in the morning,” he said, giving you a quick kiss with the promise of more. “Let me put him to bed, leave everything else until morning, sweetheart.”

He disappeared down the hall to the living room where Sooty’s bed was set up, but whenever Logan was away you would let him sneak into bed with you. You always slept better when you could cuddle something warm, but you definitely preferred waking up to Logan’s morning kisses than Sooty’s slobbery ones when he wants to be fed.

“Lay down, buddy,” you heard Logan’s quiet words in the still of the night. “You can take a break from looking after mommy, you did such a good job for me, yes you did.” You heard a smooch followed by a soft whine as Logan turned off the lights, then the pitter patter of paws. “Back to bed, Soot. Good boy.”

You heard the bedroom door close before Logan stepped into the ensuite, leaning against the doorway while you filled the sink with warm water. You returned the smile you found in the mirror and patted the marble vanity top before searching the drawers for his cut throat razor.

“It doesn’t look that bad, does it?” he half joked as he jumped up onto the bench, parting his legs so you could step between them.

“You could have a 70’s porn ‘stache and I would still think you are handsome,” you promised, making him laugh.

He tipped his head back as you soaked a face cloth in the warm water and squeezed the excess out before placing it over his face. “This is my favourite part of coming home.”

“Out of everything we do when you’re home, this is your favourite?”

His laugh made the face cloth fall away but it had probably been there long enough to open his pores so you lathered up the shaving cream next and massaged it over his cheeks and down his neck, feeling the thick cords of muscles beneath your palms.

“Okay, third favourite,” he corrected as his hands shifted from where he leaned back down on them to curl around your waist and rest comfortably on the swell of your ass. “But it’s still up there.”

“You are a strange man, Lo. I don’t think most people enjoy having a blade to their throat,” you murmured as you opened the razor and tilted his head to the side.

“I trust you.”

“Thank you. Now no more talking.”

He didn’t dare make a sound or even swallow as you angled the blade against his cheekbone and started to glide it carefully down to his jaw before rinsing it off in the sink. He kept perfectly still for you but you were hyper aware of his eyes scanning your face for any little changes he might have missed while he was away, re-committing it all to his memory for the next time he left.

You closed the blade up after finishing his throat last and placed it on the side before grabbing the face cloth and wiping away the excess shaving cream. Running a palm over his jawline you nodded at the silky smooth skin and took a kiss as payment before handing him the bottle of aftershave. “All done, handsome.”

By the time you had turned down the bed, and changed into one of his shirts, the light leaking in around the edges of the curtains started to turn pink as dawn approached. Your eyelids were heavy but your heart was light as Logan climbed in his side and wrapped his body around your back, the weight of his arm reassuring on your waist and his leg wedged between yours.

“Come with me,” he murmured sleepily.

You could hardly coordinate a reply as your lips quivered with a suppressed yawn until it finally passed. “Where?”

“Everywhere: Zandvoort, Monza, Singapore, all of them.” You felt his small shrug before his arm tightened around you and he kissed your shoulder. “I hate being away from you.”

Your immediate reply was to admit how much you hated the distance too but that would only make him feel worse if you couldn’t join him. “What about Sooty?”

“Hamilton brings Roscoe to some races, or maybe Mom can look after him…you don’t have to give me an answer now, sweetheart. We have three weeks to think about it.”

“I want to,” you said as you laced your fingers with his and drew his hand up your body so it was tucked into the valley of your breasts where your heart beat steadily in your relaxed state, “but we can talk about more in the morning.”

He nodded and pressed another kiss to your skin, the touch smooth and soothing thanks to the close shave. “Sweet dreams, honey.”

“Hmm, you too,” you said as your muscles relaxed even further and your tongue barely moved. “Love you, Lo.”

His voice followed you into your dreams and you smiled as it took hold in a future you couldn’t wait to see come to life, “I love you too.”

Click here for part two.

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katelynnwrites · 8 months

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All I Know Is This Could Either Break My Heart (Or Bring It Back To Life) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: angst

word count: 4490

summary: you say sydney isn’t your girlfriend but just your best friend, yet is that all she is to you? part two can be found here

a/n: first time properly writing for syd so let me know how this went :)

‘Hi.’ Sydney meets you at the lobby of base camp with a smile and a tight hug.

You grin, squeezing her tightly.

‘Got your passport?’ She asks and you pout.

‘It was one time Syd. One time.’ You complain.

‘Well I would feel better if I held onto it for you. The last thing we need is for you to get left behind.’

She says the last sentence teasingly and you roll your eyes, handing Sydney your passport. She’s usually scattered brained but you know she’ll take good care of your passport. Better care that you yourself would.

Laura snorts, exchanging a look with Kathy.

Your best friend doesn’t notice but you do and it bothers you.

As you sit next to Syd on the bus, you ask her if she’d notice the look they shared.

Sydney shrugs saying that she hasn’t so you let it go, choosing to instead rest your head on her shoulder and watch a movie with her.

******

You don’t finish the movie on the bus so while sitting beside the Bayern Munich player on the plane, you accept the airpod she offers you and lay your head back on her shoulder to continue watching it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Lea glance at Feli and the Wolfsburg player laughs in return.

If Syd’s shoulder wasn’t so comfortable, you would get up and ask them what the hell is going on.

******

Sydney gets her luggage from the baggage carousel first.

She holds your hand and plays with the rings on your fingers while you wait.

It’s been a long flight, from Germany to Miami but it hasn’t impacted the general mood of your team. They are loud and cheerful, their bright chatter filling the airport’s arrival hall. You pay them no mind, choosing to instead focus on Sydney.

You give her a smile and she returns the gesture.

Your best friend’s smile dazzles you and you think that she has the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

It’s the reason you miss your suitcase coming down the baggage carousel.

Sydney doesn’t though and she easily lifts your bag from the carousel.

She hands it to you and you accept it with another grin.

Laura notices the moment and nudges Sara who shares the same knowing glance all your national teammates have been doing.

It frustrates you enough that you leave a surprised Sydney’s side to go up to the Eintracht Frankfurt players.

‘Okay what is up?’

‘The sky?’ Laura replies and you groan.

‘No. Not that. You guys keep sharing looks and I need to know why.’

Laura laughs, ‘Really? You and Syd are just so oblivious.’

‘What about me and Syd?’

‘There you go again!’

‘What?’ You insist and Laura quietens.

‘You really don’t know? You and Sydney aren’t just friends.’

You frown, ‘What do you mean?’

‘For one, you’re always doting on each other. Syd holds your passport and your hand whenever we travel. Lina tells me that you guys always fall asleep on each other after trainings so I know that’s not only an international break thing.

‘I don’t know what to tell you. We’re best friends.’

Laura pats you on your shoulder, ‘That’s not what friends are. Even best friends.’

******

Laura’s words are at the forefront of your mind as you follow Sydney out of the airport.

Your hand in hers feels familiar and warm but it doesn’t offer you the comfort it usually does.

The knowledge that the rest of the team is watching you and Syd makes you uncomfortable and self conscious.

Every action that you would typically easily do with Sydney now seems impossible with the way your mind is racing.

You’re overthinking every little thing and Sydney notices it immediately.

She doesn’t know what’s wrong but she knows that something is wrong.

Your best friend gives you a small smile but you don’t reciprocate it. It makes her feel uneasy and a little hurt inside.

It gets even worse when you reach the team bus and Sydney starts to help you take your bag only for you to grab it first.

She stares at you in confusion but you don’t have to look behind you to know that your national teammates are exchanging the look. It’s like an endless pressure and your cheeks flush a bright red.

It’s why you half jokingly and half embarrassedly say, ‘Stop it Sydney, you’re not my girlfriend.’

You regret it the moment the words are out of your mouth.

It’s by far the worst thing you could have said and as you watch Sydney’s face crumple, you know that the damage has been done.

Your best friend shuts down right in front of you and she turns away from you with a mumbled, ‘I’m sorry. I was just trying to help you.’

******

Sydney doesn’t sit next to you on the bus. She sits with Laura instead and despite how hard you’re wishing for her to turn around and just look at you, she doesn’t.

You can however feel Feli’s disappointed stare from beside you. She doesn’t need to say that you screwed up because you know it.

******

It’s the longest, most agonising bus ride you’ve ever had.

As soon as the bus stops, you’re out of your seat and trying to get to Sydney.

She seems to know that and beats you to the exit.

Laura stops you from going after her by catching your arm and leveling you with a glare

‘I’m sorry. I need to apologise to her.’

‘Not now. You hurt her badly.’ Laura firmly says.

‘I know.’ You mumble defeatedly and the blonde lets you go.

******

It’s no surprise that you’re rooming with Sydney.

You always room with your best friend.

What’s new is the way Syd feels so distant. She’s not unkind or outwardly angry but just far away.

And it’s killing you knowing that this is all your fault.

If you are being honest, you have seen the way Sydney’s been.

She’s always been more affectionate with you, more caring and protective with you than her other friends.

It’s not a platonic friendship and the feelings are not one sided either.

Lingering touches and longing stares have been becoming more frequent between the both of you and Sydney means far more to you than you let on.

That’s the truth that you have been burying for almost two years now.

‘Sydney…I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.’ You softly say as soon as your best friend closes the door.

‘Are we okay?’ You add when she doesn’t say anything.

‘Why wouldn’t we be?’ She shrugs before dumping her bag on her bed and going into the bathroom.

You stare blankly after her and the sound of the bathroom door closing makes you flinch. Somehow despite Syd’s words, you’re not reassured and feel even guiltier than before.

******

Two days go by and you’re nearing your breaking point.

Sydney keeps her distance, sticking close to Laura instead of you and it hurts. You have a Sydney shaped hole in your heart and it’s making it hard for you to breathe.

You had been looking forward to this training camp in the United States but now you just want to go home.

Especially when you hear Syd laugh with Laura.

Only your best friend would be laughing at six in the morning, in the pouring rain as she sits outside of a Dunkin Donuts.

The stupid fire alarm had gone off twice in your hotel and had resulted in the entire team seeking refuge at the only place open at this ungodly hour.

You are tired and jetlagged, Sydney’s laugh being the only thing making your day better.

As you watch her eat her donut which of course has icing in the shape of a smiley face on it because that is so Syd, you wish she would just snap at you.

The painful silence is unbearable.

Beside you, Sara echoes your sentiments.

‘If she would snap at you, at least it still counts as talking.’

You shrug because what else can you say?

That as far back as you can remember, this is the longest you’ve ever gone with speaking to your best friend?

You texted every day and sent each other Snaps all the time.

But Sydney hadn’t replied to any of your messages or sent you any Snaps since your mistake.

******

It’s an awkward silence in your hotel room.

Sydney doesn’t acknowledge you no matter how hard you try. She is right next to you and yet it feels like she’s on the other side of the world.

You miss her more than you ever thought possible.

‘Syd?’ You softly whisper but she doesn't answer you.

It’s too much and you roll over in your bed to face away from Sydney. Covering your mouth with your hand, you sob yourself to sleep as quietly as you can.

If only you knew that in her bed, the Bayern Munich player is doing the same.

******

Alex pulls you aside after the final training in Miami.

‘You need to fix this.’ Alex states.

Your national team captain had let it go on as long as she could before intervening but with today being the last day before the team plays against the reigning world champions, she needed the team united.

‘I tried Poppi. I’m trying but she won’t even look at me.’

You’re close to tears again and Alex feels for you, she really does.

She hugs you tightly and you cry.

******

Both you and Sydney start on the bench.

You’re not surprised given how the two of you have been. Martina had definitely picked up on the tension and did what would be best for the team.

It is frustrating to be benched though and you wish you were on the field.

At half time, your coach, in her own indirect way, tells you and Sydney to sort things out if you want a chance to play.

That’s how you end up alone outside Germany’s locker room with your best friend who can’t even look you in the eye.

‘We don’t have time for this.’ Sydney tightly says.

It’s the first time she has properly spoken to you since you had said those awfully insensitive words but what she’s said is true.

‘We don’t have a choice.’ You quietly answer.

‘Well haven’t you heard of pretending?’ Syd bites out, already stepping back towards the entrance to the locker room.

‘Sydney!’ You grab her hand and block her path back in.

‘Please Syd…are you punishing me for what I said? Because I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back but I can’t so please please talk to me. What’s going on here?’ You beg.

You’re all too aware of how your voice is cracking and Sydney’s well aware that you have hit your breaking point.

Her hazel eyes soften. They’re sad and affectionate, her gaze always warm on you.

It encourages you enough to squeeze her hand in yours.

‘Sydney please. Tell me what’s happening. What’s going through that pretty head of yours?’

Your best friend sighs defeatedly, ‘If you really want the truth then we shouldn’t do this now.’

‘No. We are absolutely doing this now.’ You determinedly say.

Sydney gently takes her hand out of yours.

Her hands come up to cradle your face and it’s painfully intimate but you can’t look away. Not when her looking at you is all you’ve been wanting for the past few days.

She is so close, close enough that you can feel her breath on your cheeks.

Your best friend brushes a thumb over your cheekbone.

‘You win. I-I’m done. I’m giving up now.’

‘Sydney what are you talking about?’

The Bayern Munich player makes a hurt noise and drops her hands back down to her sides, ‘You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve known for a long time and I don’t know who you’re trying to hide from now that it’s only the two of us here.’

Her tone is angry and bitter, making you panic.

Your heart is pounding when you whisper, ‘It was just a joke. Why are you so affected?’

It’s precisely the wrong thing to say, a hated habit that you are beginning to form when it comes to Syd.

‘Because it’s also a fact! You have no idea what it feels like to love you without being able to have you. It is agony to have what you want so close and yet know that it is impossible to get it. I want you and I can’t have you because you don’t want me!’ She shouts and you flinch back.

‘You don’t want me to be your girlfriend? Fine. Message received. You want to shoot me down in front of all our teammates? Go ahead, you’re getting pretty fucking good at it. But let me keep the little bit of dignity and self respect I have left. Let me go.’

Sydney doesn’t wait for you to respond and disappears back into the locker room, leaving you alone in the hallway with tears silently streaming down your face.

******

Martina makes a double substitution, putting both you and Sydney on at the same time.

You figure that Syd must have told her that everything has been resolved.

It’s not like your entire world is crumbling down around you.

Sydney’s eyes on yours snaps you out of it.

She holds out her fist for your usual handshake and as you let muscle memory take over, you will yourself to remember every last second of it.

You don’t know if this is the last time you’ll ever be able to share a moment like this with her ever again.

After Syd had left you in the hallway, you’d stood still for a moment and pleaded with your heart to stop shattering. It hadn’t but you had somehow managed to pull yourself together and wipe away your tears so that you could pretend everything is okay when you walked back into the locker room.

‘Let’s make this count.’ Your best friend breathes, barely loud enough for you to hear her. You squeeze her hand in answer before you’re both running onto the pitch.

******

Germany wins.

Shortly after you and Syd come on, she passes you a beautiful ball that you manage to slot home.

Your best friend runs to you in celebration and you lift her up easily, spinning her around.

You know that she is holding onto this as much as you are.

Her smile is gentle and affectionate, her hands on your waist, a welcome touch.

There’s always been an invisible string attaching you to her, the reason why your connection shines through on the pitch and off it. It’s like you’re always aware of her presence, just as she is with yours.

You compliment her perfectly and she you, everyone can see that.

As the rest of the team joins you both, you focus solely on Sydney, commiting to memory the way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she smiles.

You know that she is doing the same in case everything goes wrong later.

******

After the game, the atmosphere is euphoric. It’s a big win and one to be proud of.

Martina and the staff seem to think so, given that there are coolers of beer waiting in the locker room when the team enters.

It appears that you and Sydney must have assured them that everything is now okay between you two because they pull the pair of you right into the celebrations.

There’s music blasting and Laura’s taking photos of it all. Linda’s had a few drinks and she always gets emotional after.

It’s not hard to predict that she is going to give one of her speeches.

Your older teammate gets up on the table, loudly thanking Paulie for her lovely goals before turning to you and Sydney.

‘And the two of you. What you have is magic. Never lose that. Bayern Munich is lucky to have you both in midfield and we are even luckier.’

Everyone cheers but you feel the guilt weighing on you become too much to bear.

Murmuring that you’re not feeling well to Klara, you brush off her concern and slip out of the too hot locker room.

You hide in the stairwell, nursing your beer alone till it’s time to go.

******

The entire bus ride back to the hotel, you sit next to Felicitas who is thankfully too exhausted to notice your uneven and shaky breaths.

There’s so much fear and pain that you’re feeling and you are barely able to keep it together long enough to make it to your hotel room.

The moment the door clicks shut, you feel a sob escape and once a single tear leaves your eye, you’re unable to stop the rest that follow quickly after.

You rush to the bathroom to splash water on your face, to hopefully wash the salty tears away but it’s in vain. You give up and sink onto the floor, hyperventilating with your head in your hands.

It’s how Sydney finds you, curled on the bathroom floor as you cry your heart out.

She’s kneeling down beside you in an instant, her hands lightly brushing away your tears as she pulls you into her.

‘What’s wrong? Why are you crying?’ Did you get hurt during the game?’ Your best friend rushes out.

She sounds worried and frightened, two emotions that are strange coming from her.

None too gently, you shove her away from you.

‘No. You’re what’s wrong.’

Sydney blinks in shock.

Angrily, you use the back of your hand to scrub away your remaining tears.

‘Me?’ Sydney indignantly asks.

‘Yes you. I’m sorry for what I said and you-’

‘Not this again.’ The Bayern Munich player sighs and you snap at her.

‘No! You did all the talking before. Now it’s my turn!’

‘Calm down-’ Syd tries but you don’t let her say anything else.

‘No! How can you not know? How can you not know what you are to me? Girlfriend? That word doesn’t even begin to cover what you are to me!’

‘Take a breath.’ Sydney pleads.

‘You need to be quiet!’ You yell before doing as she says anyway.

‘You may not be my girlfriend Sydney but you sure as hell are more than that. Soulmate? World? Everything? Those words pale in comparison to what you are to me.’

‘I-I don’t understand. You always refer to me as your best friend.’ Sydney stammers.

‘You are my best friend Syd but that’s not all that you are to me.’ You whisper.

The confession takes all the anger out of you and you’re just left standing there, almost defeatedly staring at Sydney.

The hazel eyed woman takes in a shaky breath, reaching out tentatively to wipe your cheek.

‘You’re crying.’ She softly murmurs.

‘I’m sorry.’ You breathe.

You didn’t know that tears have been sliding down your cheeks without your permission.

‘Don’t apologise.’ She tells you, her voice equally low.

Sydney’s gaze never leaves yours and after a few tense moments you beg, ‘Syd please say something.’

‘What do you want me to say? Because I don’t understand. You’re not making any sense.’

‘What don’t you understand?’

‘You. You’ve always pushed me away when I was too affectionate. You are the first to deny that we are dating when our teammates tease us. Whenever the lines get blurred between whatever we are, you’re constantly the first to pull back.’ Sydney lists, counting on her fingers

‘I know and I am so sorry Syd. I was, I am just really scared.’ You drop your eyes back down and pick at your nails.

You’re too ashamed to look at her directly, choosing to continue wringing your hands.

‘You’re my best friend Syd. We’ve known each other since we were children. We spend pretty much every day together. We have a special connection on and off the pitch. I don’t want to screw that up.’

‘And that scares you?’ Sydney asks.

‘It terrifies me.’ You admit.

‘But you mean it? What you said about us?’ Sydney’s voice wavers, her insecurity bleeding through.

She’s wearing her heart on her sleeve and you know that this is the final chance she is offering you. One last chance to make her believe you.

You’d be damned if you fail.

‘I meant every word.’ You promise.

Gently, you take one of her hands in yours and kiss the back of it.

Sydney shivers.

‘So what do you want to do now? Where do we go from here?’ She whispers.

You pause for a long moment, thinking about what to say.

Eventually you decide that being honest will be best.

Sydney has always made her feelings clear to you. It’s your turn to make the same effort for her.

‘I don’t want us to be together. I don’t want a relationship.’

Sydney’s breath catches but you squeeze her hand in yours.

‘Hear me out please.’

You let out a relieved sigh when the Bayern Munich player doesn’t pull away.

‘We’re only twenty two and our careers are just getting started. We have the Champions League and the World Cup next year. I just don’t think that a relationship is what we need right now.’

Your best friend exhales slowly, thinking over your words.

It’s an agonising wait for you but you know it’s nothing compared to what she has gone through these past two years.

Finally, Sydney squeezes your hand tightly.

‘I wish you would have talked to me sooner. Because I entirely agree with you. I get it, I would have understood.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You apologise again and Sydney gives you a small smile.

‘I don’t want to be in a relationship now but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. You’re my favourite person, the most important person in my life Syd. You have me and I am fully committed to you, to us. I need you to know that.’

The Bayern Munich player searches your eyes for any sign that you’re lying and the last of the tension in her body leaves when she finds none.

‘You have me too. I’m yours.’ She promises.

Blinking back tears, you nod and then almost pleadingly say, ‘C-Can I have a hug now Syd? Cause I’ve missed you so much this past week and I-’

Sydney doesn’t let you finish, pulling you into a tight hug. She wraps her arms around you and sniffles.

‘I’ve missed you too.’

You bury your face into the side of her neck and hold her against you.

‘I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you that.’

‘I love you too but I guess you already knew that.’ Sydney half teases.

The other half of her is completely focused on holding back her tears but a few slip free regardless.

Carefully, like you’re afraid of her pushing you aside, you start to kiss them away.

Sydney melts into you, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

You press a lingering kiss onto her forehead and then draw back just enough to lightly poke at her cheek until she smiles, revealing her dimples.

‘You’re beautiful.’

‘So are you.’ Syd whispers back.

You laugh and shake your head, ‘Not when I’ve been crying for days. My cheeks are blotchy and my eyes are swollen.’

Glancing at the bathroom mirror, you giggle when you see your reflection because you’re right.

‘Well you are to me. You’re always so gorgeous.’ Sydney firmly states.

You blush and she laughs. Her laugh is music to your ears.

******

Later that night after you finally get out of your sweaty kit and into a clean change of clothes, you lie down next to Sydney in her bed.

She takes you into her arms immediately, pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek.

‘Hi sonnenschein.’ You mumble and her hazel eyes light up.

‘Hi.’

You play with the ends of her hair and Sydney’s adoration is obvious.

You hope yours is too because there’s nothing that you want to hide from her anymore.

Sydney seems to be thinking though and she voices her thoughts out loud.

‘Will you do me a favour?’

‘Anything.’

‘Can you please stop shooting me down so badly when we’re with our teammates? It hurts and it’s so humiliating when they give me those pitying looks. I’m not asking you to be all loud about it because I know that’s not who you are. Just please, don’t make it seem like what I feel for you is unrequited.’

Sydney’s eyes still hold traces of pain and your heart clenches as you realise that you are the one responsible for it.

‘I’m sorry. I’ll do my best, I promise. I love you Syd.’

‘Love you too.’ She softly responds and leans in close to plant an affectionate kiss onto your forehead.

The both of you talk a little more after that but eventually, though neither of you played the full ninety minutes, the emotional stress of the past few days catches up and sleep pulls the two of you under.

******

You don’t how long you’ve been staring but Syd starts to stir awake.

‘I’ve dreamt of this for a long time, you know?’ She mumbles.

‘Dreamt of what?’

‘Holding you as we fall asleep and wake up together.’

Sydney’s hazel eyes are warm in the morning light and you reach out to lightly brush her hair away from her eyes.

She softens even more than you ever thought possible when you press yourself closer to her.

The Bayern Munich player’s arm slips around your waist and she holds you in a firm and yet oh so gentle grip. It’s familiar and startlingly new all at once. She’s held you near countless times but not like this, never like this.

This is intimate and definitely crossing the blurred lines. Lines that are not so blurred anymore.

‘Is this okay?’ You check and Sydney nods, her gaze entirely transfixed on your lips because of how close they are to her own.

Feeling a bit braver now that you know she approves, you close the remaining distance and tentatively press your lips onto hers.

Sydney lets out a tiny squeak and then she’s reciprocating. Her lips on yours are patient and gentle and completely overwhelming in the best of ways.

‘I dreamt of this too.’ She breathes, as if afraid that the moment will disappear if she’s any louder.

Your heart aches for how vulnerable she seems.

‘Me too.’ You whisper and Syd smiles.

It’s a beautiful, radiant smile and you fall even more in love with her.

‘Is this better than what you’ve dreamt of?’ You ask teasingly.

Sydney giggles, ‘By far.’

Then she’s kissing you and everything is right in the world.

Sydney’s not your girlfriend or just your best friend. She’s much more. She is so much more than words can ever convey.

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

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