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i’m proud. | Sydney Lohmann

category: fluff.

summary: where you and your girlfriend have to go up against each other in the euros final not knowing how either of you will react to the final result.

word count: 4.5k.

a/n: my first fic, it’s been a while since i last wrote anything, so, heads up i may be rusty.

Euro 2022, the summer of pure success for the lionesses. Not losing a single game in any of their runs, they were in it to win it on home soil.

Cruising through the tournament, you didn’t once stop to realise that you could face your lover in the final. The overwhelming pleasure of striking a ball in the back of the net in front of tens of thousands of people, didn’t once make you come to terms with the situation.

Of course you didn’t forget about Sydney, face timing every night, not before pushing an annoyed Georgia Stanway out into the hallway to get a private moment with her.

Every time her face popped onto the screen after a few seconds, all and every part of your conversation didn’t mention the topic of football or the pressure of getting to the designated final. Just ‘I miss you’ and ‘i love you’ s were said and the mentioning of plans for your awaiting holiday to ibiza you had booked with some of your Bayern teammates.

After winning the semi final against the swedes, with a cheeky 4-0, is only when you come to realise the possible line up for the final.

After scoring two of the goals against Sweden, you were the top candidate to do the after match press. So, in which, you were pulled away to do so after congratulating the other team on their somewhat successful tournament.

“Y/N, congratulations on securing England a place in the final of the Euro 2022 tournament on home soil. How does it feel?” The interviewer asks, eagerly holding up a microphone for you to take hold of.

“I can’t even begin to imagine, this is what me and the team have always wanted. I can’t even describe the feeling, I feel the need to win the trophy!” You gasped, trying to catch your breath and overcome the immense feeling in your chest.

“Aha, so, you winning this game has concluded us with the final of England v either Germany or France. Which team do you think will head through tomorrow and would you rather fight for the cup?”

Your heart stopped for a second, completely forgetting the countries included in the other segment.

“Erm, well… i know, for sure, that both teams have had a good run thus far. I have different opinions on both, to be fair, if i had to choose… i wouldn’t choose either but whatever comes for us we’ll attack from point forward.” You looked down while answering that question, the intensity of your mood to celebrate almost halving.

“I have 100% confidence in this lionesses squad and i definitely can tell you that we are the best chance England has to winning something, we’ll give it our all, Germany or France.” You nodded, regaining your composure.

“Thank you Y/N, and congrats again we’ll see you at wembley!” The brunette lady smiled at you, taking back the microphone she previously gave you.

“Thank you.”

With one last final smile, you hastily walked back to the changing room waving at some of the remaining fans while doing so.

“There she is, our star player of the match! What took you so long?” A slightly intoxicated Ella Toone shouted across the changing room of Bramall Lane.

You didn’t reply, simply sitting in your cubby, yanking off your boots and stripping off the sweaty gear you still had on. You blocked out the terrible singing coming from your teammates and focused on what you were doing, grabbing your wash bag and wrapping your towel around you to head to the showers.

Before you could do so, Leah had grabbed your arm.

“Is everything okay? Did the media say something?” She looked concerned, a slight frown appearing on her face.

“No, no nothing bad. Just… a bit overwhelmed is all.”

“I know it’s a lot, being so young in a massive tournament with a lot of newfound pressure… but trust me, your acing it so far. Look at where we are, the final baby!” She exclaimed with a passionate smile on her face, her eyes glistening over. You took notice to the fact that she must have been crying earlier, the visible streaks still showing.

You gave her a reassuring smile, but don’t say anything.

“Hey, it’s not just that is it? Is it about, maybe, facing Germany in the final?”

You look up at her with a slight expression that revealed the answer.

“Y/N, you don’t need to worry. Sydney will love you no matter the circumstances, besides it’s not even decided who our opponent is in the final yet.” Leah cups both your cheeks as it was obvious you hadn’t seemed to have stopped debating it. “Look, we will all watch the game tomorrow, maybe give her a call tonight explaining your concerns. That might help?”

“I don’t want to distract her with my worries though, she could become off her game tomorrow…”

“Okay, but don’t ignore her. I know what your like when your mind controls you, couldn’t get hold of you for weeks the last time that happened.”

You giggled slightly due to your pettiness, Leah let you go with a soft smile and a rub of your arm and you made your way to the small shower room.

Everything will be okay.

syd<3

you: i love you❤️.

The next day, Englands opponents were named for the final: Germany.

After beating France 2-1, the Germans appeared just as confident as the lionesses were. With their famous history of winning 8 euro championships, Germany were automatically pinned the favourites.

After watching the match in SGP’s game room, the lionesses showed no bother. None of them but one.

You were picking your nails harshly the whole time, due to feeling bad for wanting Germany to lose so you didn’t have to face Syd or even your other Bayern teammates in the final.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, especially hers as she was televised chatting to Klara and Laura in the middle of the pitch brought great dread upon you.

Leah was looking at you the entirety of the game, noticing your out of body stance. You continued like that until way after the match, that is until your phone started vibrating on your lap.

Turning it over, your lock screen was full of text messages from your girlfriend, opening them to read them.

syd<3

see you at wembley, baby.

Love you loads xx

miss you xx

You stared at the messages for a while with a sleepy smile on your face, beginning to type until you were interrupted by a flick to the head.

“Come on, we’re all going to our rooms. Don’t want to be a loner now do you?” Your best friend and soon-to-be Bayern teammate, Georgia Stanway bends down to look you square in the face.

Your phone dropped to the side as you swung your arm lazily at her head, obviously missing her on purpose. She put her hand out to help you up, you allowed her to and picked up your belongings making your way to the comforts of your room.

You didn’t mean to leave her on opened.

Meanwhile, sitting on the coach to go back to the training grounds the german women’s national team were currently using, Sydney looked at the bubble appearing at the bottom of her screen, eagerly awaiting your answer.

She couldn’t wait to see you in real life again, to hold you, to kiss you. She really had missed you. Her mood dropped when that bubbled elipsis stopped moving, she thought that you’d come back and reply. Yet she was wrong.

Sydney automatically felt she had done something wrong, scratching her head to think of anything she’s said.

Maybe, Y/N isn’t happy i got through. I was happy? I replied to her message. I’m proud. Sydney’s head nearly combusted due to her overthinking, biting her nails and fiddling with her jumper.

“Hey, you okay?” She heard her all time best friend, Klara Bühl whisper next to her.

“Yeah fine.” She smiled looking at Klara quickly before flipping her phone over in her lap and looking out the window.

Obviously, Klara didn’t take the excuse. Having known each other most of their lives their friendship came with a few perks, knowing when something is wrong is one of them.

Klara can read Sydney like a book and vice versa.

“Is it Y/N?” Klara rose an eyebrow as she stared at the side of Syds face.

“No, not exactly. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Just i miss her and she didn’t reply to my messages. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Sydney gave Klara a reassuring smile, but really it was to reassure herself. “I guess it’s a bit hard to come to the terms that one of us has to break another’s heart to win what we’ve always been working hard for.”

“Mhm, i’m sure nothing too bad will happen. Will u still love Y/N if England win?”

“Of course, what kind of question is that?” A look of horror washed over Sydney’s face.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, i’m sure Y/N thinks the same.” Klara gave her a grin, “Besides, you’ll have to practice your comforting skills. We’re definitely winning this tournament.”

Sydney giggled slightly before flipping her phone back over to see if she had any new notifications. Klara saw what she was doing and engaged in a new conversation, something other than football to distract her.

England v Germany, Wembley Stadium. 31st of July, Kick off: 5pm.

The lionesses had managed to fill the stadium for the first time ever. 87,192 people came to support them, them being a few girls from around the country who loved to kick a ball for a living. It was incredible.

You hadn’t managed to bump into Sydney yet, both opposing teams having done their pitch inspection one after the other.

Once out for the warm up, you noticed Germany had beat the lionesses to their home pitch. Eagerly awaiting to ‘smash’ the lionesses once again in a final.

You spotted a small ponytail of blonde hair in the middle of a scrimmage, full focus on her face. The cute expression brought a smile to your face, always did.

“Y/N! Eyes forward! Focus!” One of the trainers shouted at you as you missed your turn to practice shooting.

A bright blush came to your cheeks as all your teammates realised who you were looking at before smashing the ball into the top corner, too quick and too far for a talented Mary Earps to save. All while Sydney was getting the same treatment for her reaction to that shot.

Germany were as quick to leave the pitch back to their changing rooms as they were to enter, leaving the lionesses to trail behind.

You weren’t too far behind Syd, whistling lowly to grab her attention before she pushed open the changing room door. You gestured for her to come over to where you were standing against a wall away from both the changing rooms.

“Hey..” You whispered, biting your lip as your lover came into close view.

“Hi..” A small sparkle of adoration flickered across her eyes as she got as close to you without touching. “How are you?”

“Nervous, I can admit to that.” Holding your hand out for her to finally hold, while standing up straight, “but ready to beat your ass.”

“Haha, yeah sure. Dream on, we’re taking it home.”

“You wish.”

You both stood in a calm silence for what felt like a while, until you blurted out:

“Are we going to be okay? After this? I know i’ll be proud if you win and i won’t be angry or anything or hold it against you, i promise our relationship will stay the same and...” You quickly rambled out, twisting your hands together.

A small frown appeared on Sydney’s face, her hands lifted up to cup your cheeks and she leant her forehead against yours.

The small action made you calm down immediately.

“Everything will be fine, our relationship will be fine, the feelings mutual. I win? I win. You win? You win. There’s no going back. There’s no going back from the i love yous, Y/N. You’re mine forever.”

Your eyes met hers as she gradually released herself from your hold, your lips brushing against hers as she lifted her forehead back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Just as you were about to finally pull her in for a good luck kiss, you were both interrupted by two slamming doors. Georgia and Lina.

Like you had been caught doing something much more, you both jumped away immediately and headed for your designated rooms not before giving Sydney a quick kiss on the forehead.

Again, everything will be okay.

Due to your mishap and unfocused situation during the warm up, the trainers advised to Sarina that you should be benched. Harsh, i know, we know but oh well. You took it with a pat on the back and a reassurance to go on with Alessia and Ella as a ‘super sub’. Sydney was also on the bench, so that left you to watch on before you could make your impact when the time comes.

The first half was tense, both teams creating chances, having shots on target and collecting yellow cards. It was obvious both teams wanted that trophy and accompanied medal today.

During half time, you and the other two super subs were informed you will be heading on about 10 to 15 minutes into the second half.

Fran Kirby for Ella Toone.

Ellen White for Alessia Russo.

Beth Mead for Y/F/N Y/L/N.

When it came to the time, you three were standing together. Stretching and warming up while waiting for the 4th official to make the call. You could hear the crowd go nuts, the appearance of the three young star players of the tournament giving them hope. You were gonna give them that hope.

Looking back, you could see the German bench. A familiar figure taking off her sub bib and tying her laces ready to also be substituted.

Tactical. She knew you better than any of the other german players. Credibly, you are the one to stop now.

Once Beth came off, you switched your game mode on and sprinted into position. You felt relaxed, calm and composed. You had confidence with the attendance supporting you and looking at your teammates faces, they thought so too.

Your thoughts came true as in the 62nd minute a long ball from Keira Walsh to Ella Toone, led the English side ahead. It was a beautiful goal, and assist, Ella chipping the ball calmly over the keepers head. The stadium was rocking, everyone was celebrating so hard you think the whole of London thought there was an earthquake happening.

1-0, England.

Before the restart, Germany decided to make a few substitutions. Your girlfriend being one of them, coming on for Sara Däbritz. You looked at her as she jogged into position, but she didn’t reciprocate, choosing to stay focused and not let any distractions bother her.

That proved right for her as we were taken off guard, Lina Magull’s shot, assisted by Tabea Waßmuth, went directly into the top corner. There’s was no way that could have been saved by the keeper, the defence was broken into and we were stolen from.

One all. Extra time.

Gathering over into a huddle beside the dugout, we all looked at each other as we sipped our water bottles. This was going to be tricky. Sarina decided to push us, wanting to get the trophy decided to the winner during extra time. There was no way any English player would want to go to penalties in an all important final, female or male. It wouldn’t work out. No way.

Sarina, being as relaxed as she is, brought great composure on the whole team. Ever since she arrived the whole team has never trusted a manager more, she wanted us to win, english or not. We wanted to make her proud.

Starting extra time was tricky, but not too tricky. England was gaining and creating more. One specific corner came in handy. Lauren Hemp stood up to take it. Thank Fuck she did.

It was an alright corner, you stood outside the 6 yard box waiting for the arrival. It was like time went slow and you could see exactly where the ball was going and coming in a perfect light.

You slammed your head on it and it slotted right past the keepers hands and you slipped right past your girlfriend who was marking you.

2-1, England.

You didn’t know quite how to react, you may have just scored the winning goal of the euro final. You just took off at lightening speed towards the dugouts, no need for a celebration as your teammates had all jumped onto your back causing you all to fall over.

You were shaking, your eyes already glossed over but there was still minutes on the clock, still time for Germany to react.

One thing you knew you and your team were good at was time wasting. Sarina asked you all to keep pushing during the second half of extra time, but you all reassured her that this technique will work. We are all English and arrogant, we always like to poke fun at our opponents, especially when they’re losing.

Our tactics definitely worked, winding up the Germans to the point where yellow cards were flying everywhere, more than the ball itself. We got the better half of it, gaining corners after corners and throw ins after throw ins until finally that whistle is blown.

Sarina’s face said it all, England have won their first ever tournament, on home soil, at Wembley.

Dropping to the floor, you covered your mouth with your hand as it fell open. You looked around and took it all in from there, you had done it.

“Y/N!! OH MY GOD.”

Alessia was the first one to you, as she was closest, pulling you up and gripping you into a hug.

The hug brought you back to reality, a few tears escaped the corner of your eyes and you looked over the pitch to see your teammates all the same. A pure look of euphoria spreading around the team.

Until you eyes caught sight of you opponents. They were all crying, laying on the floor, in each others arms, staring at the ground. They were the complete opposite.

Even though the German WNT had a lot of trophy history, the players still deserved it. Most of them young and new to the senior team, so they were in the same boat as any of the lionesses.

After the trophy ceremony, your eyes landed on a broken Sydney along with Laura and Klara fiddling with their silver pendants. You pondered whether you should walk over, not wanting it to be too soon. You choose to though, risking your chances.

Approaching carefully, you laid a small smile upon your face before a clumsy Ella Toone swings her arm around your shoulder and screams in your ear, “Champions baby!!” Right in front of them.

You jokingly pushed her away with a grin on your face before returning to your route. You took small steps until you were given a hint that it’s okay.

Klara noticed you first as Sydney bent down to sort her shin pads out. Removing her arm from around Laura, she gave you a quick hug and you reciprocated without a doubt and made sure to rub her back in sympathy.

“Congratulations.” She sniffled, giving a timid smile.

“You guys did so well, i’m so sorry. You deserve this just as much as we do.”

“Next time.” Laura winked.

You looked at Sydney next, her eyes big and wide. You heart immediately cracked, as she looked at you. You’ve never wanted to see her this upset in your life, ever, it made you forget everything that you’ve just achieved.

You took her into a tight embrace and she buried her face in your neck. You could feel a puddle of tears droop down the front of your jersey and the slight shake of her body. Your arms managed to hold her as tight as possible, rubbing her back as gently as you could before she abruptly pulled away. That made you panic, but her expression made you think twice.

“Stop. Go celebrate.” She managed to let out, nodding, “I’m fine.”

“Your not fine, i’m staying.”

“Y/N, please. I’m not asking you to i’m telling you.” she caught your hand in hers after you wipe a tear from her face and gave your palm a quick kiss, “Go.”

“She has us, she’ll be fine.” the others responded and encouraged you to go on.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” You whispered in her ear as you gave her one last hug on the pitch.

“No, celebrate with your team Y/N. Have fun. Don’t stress. I’ll see you in a few days. I promise.” Now getting impatient, she tries to push you away feeling that she is distracting you from the fun your teammates are having with the fans.

Unsure, you started walking backwards still looking at her, her shooing you away with her hands causing a little giggle to escape your mouth.

The lionesses had done it, they won their dear trophy.

Later on in the night, the lionesses were dancing the night away in a big room situated for them in their hotel. Loads of alcohol was passed around to family and friends, your parents already slightly tipsy becoming clingier to you and saying how proud they are.

You had your fair share of alcohol and dance floor moments, now you were sitting down on the floor against the wall with your phone in your hand.

Syd<3

you: you up still?

You didn’t have much hope she was still awake, but you had a feeling.

Syd<;3: yeah x

Your phone buzzed in your hand, the notification displayed at the top of your screen. You smirked slightly placing the top of your phone on you lips, an idea popping into your head.

You checked Sydney’s location on find my iphone and said goodbye to your parents, telling them you were tired and was going to bed. Not before picking up a bottle of champagne.

You had made it out to the lobby when you catch sight of Leah.

“And where do you think your going, missus? Especially with booze.” Leah slurred, pointing at you.

“You’re so drunk,” You laughed, “I’m going out.”

“Where?”

“To where the german team is staying.”

“Oh right, you go see your girlfriend. Don’t worry about us.”

“I won’t.” You waved over your shoulder at her and chuckled at her when she tripped on a little step.

Luckily, outside your hotel there were a group of taxis and so after telling them where you would want to go, you were on your way.

Once you arrived at the entrance to their hotel is when you remember that you didn’t know Sydney’s room number, deciding to try the front desk to squeeze the information out of the small man that was just sitting there looking at you blankly.

“Hi. Do you happen to know what room Sydney Lohmann is staying in? Please?” You gave him an unsure grin as you tapped your fingers on the desk.

“I’m sorry but i can’t give that information out, you know… safety reasons.” He went back to typing on his computer.

“okay…” You turned around and headed towards the lifts, hoping to find someone you knew from the team.

“Y/N?” An unsurprised voice sounded from behind you.

“Lena.. hi.” You twisted your body around to face her and gave her a cheeky grin.

She sighed immediately knowing what you want. “She’s in room 236.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You turned back to the row of lifts and called for one. The lift doors opened and she got in with you.

“Erm do you happen to know…”

“floor 3.” She mumbled still looking at her phone.

“mhm.” You hummed pressing the button, guessing hers was the same when she made no move.

When the doors finally opened, you scrambled your way out looking at every room number until you found 236.

Knocking gently, in case she was now asleep, you leant your head on the door frame waiting for the door to move.

When it does you are given the sight of Sydney in her towel, her eyes immediately widening, “What the fuck?”

“Hi.” You gave her a little wave, the past alcohol now hitting you. “I brought this..” You mumbled as you held up the bottle of champers in her face.

Tucking her towel securely in place, she lifted her hands to stop you waving the bottle around and pulled you inside. “I can see that. How did you know where i am? I never told you?”

You stared at her as you flopped onto her bed, immediately coming to the knowledge that these were significantly more comfier than yours. “Your beds are much comfier than ours, that’s not fair.”

“Y/N, listen to me.”

“Huh? Ok, ok. I stalked you on find my iphone and Lena was in the lobby.” You gave her a big grin, looking up at her.

“You’re so stupid. Why didn’t you just ask me?” She giggled, walking over to her suitcase for a pair of underwear.

Getting up with her, you pulled her into your front by her waist and started tracing your lips down her neck.

“Y/N, no this is not the time.” Sydney sternly mentioned when your hands tried undoing the knot at the top of her towel. “You’re drunk.”

“Am not drunk.”

Sydney gave you an ‘are you serious look’ as she pulled on her underwear, grabbing the rest of her pyjamas to put on in the bathroom.

“Hey, where you going? Not fair.” You whined as you sat back on her bed.

She simply blew you a kiss in return.

Once she returned from the bathroom, she found you sound asleep on the bed. She sighed at the fact you still had your shoes on and the trickiest things to get off of you without waking you up.

After she had achieved to do so without waking you up was when she realised how intoxicated you actually are. Going back to the bathroom to rummage through her wash bag for any pills, she found a near empty pack of paracetamol and placed it on the bedside table closest to you with a glass of water.

After tucking you in she travelled round to her side, where she was pulled in roughly by you. Your arms clung on to her, almost afraid she’ll leave. Sydney ran her hands through you hair as you laid upon her chest, “I love you so much and i’m so proud. Always.”

Placing one final kiss on the top of your head before drifting off as well.

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