hi, do you write for Niamh Charles? if so, maybe one where reader makes her debut for England and scores the winning goal but then ends up injured pretty badly in the game and Niamh realizes her feelings for her?
Yes, I do write for Niamh! I love Niamh, except for the fact she plays for Chelsea, but anyways, here is I really really like you.
I really really like you | Niamh Charles
Warning slight injury, and just Niamh being protective.
Over the past two weeks, the only thing you could think about was England camp.
You had received your first England call up from Sarina for the matches against The Netherlands and Scotland.
You knew it was bound to come at some point. You had been playing exceptionally well for Manchester City and England’s U23.
At just age 22, you were Manchester City’s first choice as CAM.
You were excited to be playing with the seniors, the feeling of being at a sold out Wembley, but also to see a certain defender.
Niamh Charles.
You had barely spoken to Niamh. You shared a few sentences, if you could even call it that, when playing against Chelsea.
You weren’t going to deny it, you couldn’t deny it because it was so obvious, you had a huge crush on Niamh.
From the way her hair falls when she takes it out in matches, to the way how her hand feels in yours when you shake hands.
You didn’t know why you liked Niamh, I mean, she’d never like you back. Would she?
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You travelled down to St George’s Park with the city girls.
It was a relatively easy drive down. There was no traffic, but as soon as you got there, you wish there had of been.
Your heart was racing.
Thoughts went rushing through your mind. What if you didn’t play good? What if Sarina made a mistake inviting you into the squad? What if you embarrass yourself in front of Niamh?
“Y/N, you coming?” Esme asked you as she started to walk inside, quickly stopping to look back at you.
“Yeah.” You replied, hesitancy in your voice.
“Y/N/N, you’ll do fine. I know it’s a big change and thoughts are running through your mind right now. But you belong here.” Esme told you, quickly hugging you before walking inside.
You followed her in, dragging your suitcase behind you.
You enter the lobby first, finding out who your roommate was.
You were roommates with her.
You grabbed your keycard, making your way up to the second floor, before lightly tapping it on your door.
It granted you access, and you walked inside hesitantly.
“Hi, it’s Y/N, isn’t it? I’m Niamh.” Niamh welcomed you into the room. You couldn’t help but notice how voice stuttered a few times when she spoke.
“Yeah, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to properly meet you. I feel like we’re always in such a rush after matches that I’ve never really met you.” You joked and Niamh agreed with a small laugh.
It was already late by the time you had gotten there so you were already tired and ready to get to sleep.
“Everyone’s going down to the relaxation room just now if you want to come.” Niamh asked, playing with the hairs on the back of her neck.
“I would but it’s been a long journey down here and I’m tired so I might just head to bed.” You explained, also stuttering some of your words due to being so nervous.
“Are you sure?” She questioned, just double checking, and you replied with a smile and a nod. “Okay, well, sleep well.”
With that, she left the room, the door clicking shut.
The only thing that replayed on your mind was the conversation, the way how your voice stuttered as you spoke to her.
She had to know that you liked her now, with the stuttering, the sweat that was starting to build up on your forehead.
After sitting in a silence whilst you thought back of your previous conversation, a small beeping in noice was heard from the door and it opened.
Niamh walked inside and you gave her a confused look.
“I couldn’t leave you here alone. Not when it’s your first night.” Niamh explained and you shook your head at her explanation, guilt washing all over your body.
“Niamh, no, seriously I’m fine. You go downstairs if you want to.” You told her
“Everyone down there’s boring. And anyway, we’ll be stuck with them for the next week so one night not seeing them will do me good.” She justified and settled herself on her bed. “I thought we could find a film to watch.”
And that’s exactly what you did. You both agreed on a movie and spoke the entire night.
The tiredness you felt completely went away as you spoke to Niamh.
You spoke, you laughed, you told stories.
It was safe to say that you didn’t just like Niamh anymore, you were utterly in love with her.
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The rest of the week sped by, with training taking up the mornings and then spending the afternoon with your new friends.
Over the week, You quickly befriended Alessia Russo and Ella Toone. The duo quickly becoming a trio.
You got along with them well and you spent most of your afternoons with them.
The week had sped by so quickly, that you were all currently on your way to Wembley.
On the way, Sarina announced the lineup.
Sarina didn’t read out your name but assured you that would definitely be subbed on later on in the game.
Niamh, who was sat next to you on the coach, cheered for you, and rested her head on your shoulder.
“I’m so happy for you. Your first England debut.” Niamh said, looking up at you.
“Thanks, Niamhy.”
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The team had down amazing to come back.
At half time, they were down 2-0, but with two goals in two minutes, they were now equal with the Netherlands.
In the 68’, Sarina told you and Alessia to take off your bibs.
You stood with her as she told you tactics she had picked up.
Whilst waiting for the ball to go out of play, Alessia stood next to you.
It was so cold that you were basically cuddled up to one another.
She congratulated you on my debut, patting you on my back as the announcement was made.
It was announced you’d be subbed off for Georgia.
She ran off the pitch high fiving you, before you ran on.
The game continued and there was still no goals come the 90’.
You had been playing incredibly, proving to everyone why Sarina had called you up.
In the first minute of injury time, Lauren James crossed the ball into the box and you were in a perfect position to run onto it.
Without taking a touch, you nutmegged the Dutch keeper and the ball ended up being in the back of the net.
Your teammates surrounded you, enveloping you in a hug.
Once everyone pulled away, Niamh pulled you in again.
“I’m so proud of you, Y/N/N.” She whispered in your ear.
“Thank you, Niamhy.” You said, using the nickname you’d given her.
You noticed her cheeks flush a light red and with the confidence you felt, you pressed your lips onto the red pigment before running back to your position.
Two minutes later, you had another chance in the penalty box.
Lucy played a long ball into the box and you jumped to header it.
The next thing you knew, something connected with your head but it wasn’t the ball.
The Dutch keeper had jumped up to punch the ball away but instead, had punched you.
You fell to the floor limply as blood made it way from your nose.
You groaned in pain and your hand went flying to your nose and you head.
Alessia was the first one to you, crouching down and stroking your hair to comfort you.
Everything was blurry, you couldn’t think straight but all you could think of was Niamh.
All you wanted was Niamh.
Instead of going straight to you, Niamh marched over to the keeper, Daphne van Domselaar, and pushed her straight to the floor.
“Look what you’ve done to her! You fucking bitch!” Niamh shouted at Daphne.
You winced at the sudden shouting, the pain searing through your head.
“Niamh, I want Niamh.” You managed to get out to Alessia.
As the medics got to you, Alessia left to get Niamh for you.
Within seconds, Niamh was crouched down next to you.
She gently picked up your head, getting approval from the medics, and laid it in her lap.
You reached out for her hand, which she squeezed lightly.
“Y/N/N, you’re so brave. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” She said, tears running down her cheeks as she stroked your hair.
Your teammates gathered round, awing at you and Niamh.
They were certain that by tomorrow morning, you and Niamh would be a couple.
The medics put you onto the stretcher and lifted you upwards.
You watched as Niamh was taken aside by the ref and was given a red card.
Niamh accepted the red card. One, she thought Daphne deserved what she got, even if it wasn’t her fault, and two, she got to be with you whilst you were treated.
She ran to catch up with you and the medics, taking your hand in hers and walked towards the tunnel.
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“Why did you do it?” You asked Niamh once the medics had gone.
They had confirmed that you had a broken nose and a concussion.
“Do what?” Niamh asked back, giving you a sympathetic look as she looked at the stained blood on your face.
“Punch Van Domselaar. Get a red card. She didn’t do it on purpose.” You said and Niamh looked down at the floor. “Niamhy.”
“Please don’t call me that.” Niamh whispered, barely being able to hear herself, let alone you.
“Why?” Confusion took over your face, not knowing why she didn’t want you to call her that.
“Because it kills me to hear you say it when I know you don’t like me. It kills me thinking back to tonight when you were on the floor. It kills me to think about our late night conversation when I know that after camp, everything will go back to normal.” Niamh revealed and once more, tears fell from her eyes.
“Niamh, what makes you think I don’t like you back?” You asked, as her head jerked upwards, revealing her blue eyes, full of hope. “I’ve liked you since I played against you for the first time. The amount of times I’ve Instagram stalked you just so I can see your smile. It’s killed me knowing this past week that we’ve grown closer and closer but I’ll never be able to call you mine.”
“You like me back?”
“Of course I do Niamhy. Who wouldn’t? You are the most kindest, most beautiful, loving person I’ve ever met, with a hint of protectiveness…” you joked, referring to the events early tonight. “…Who wouldn’t like you back? Definitely not me. I really really like you, Niamh. I have done for a while.”
“I really really like you too.” She said, a huge smile appearing on her face as she inched closer to your face.
You could practically feel her breath on your lips as she stopped her movements.
You took the final step in connecting your lips.
It was so gentle, both of you too scared to move, trying not to overwhelm one another. And the fact you’ve got a broken nose.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Of course, Niamhy.”
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