Not the Same (Alex Morgan/Reader)

Chapter 1

Warnings: Mention of homophobia
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Y/N POV:

*beep**beep**beep*

I groan and slam the off button on my alarm clock. I sit up and rub my eyes as I adjust to the sunlight coming through my window. "Another sad long day," I say as I get out of bed.

Hold up, let me introduce myself. My name is Y/N Y/L. I am 29 years, I am 5'9, and I live in Utah. I have a decent muscle build and I have tattoos on both my arms and my back. I had a rough childhood, my dad left when I was 14 and it was just me and my mom. My mom and I we're close until I came out to her when I was 17. I lived on the streets, but was fortunate enough to continue school and play soccer. I got a scholarship to Stanford for soccer and academics and that's were I met two of my best friends, who shall not be named. Once I graduated college I was called up to the Orlando Pride and the USWNT. I met someone who I thought I would be ok talking about, but not anymore. After a problem with that person, I decided to stop playing soccer for a little, that little has turned into about a year. That's it, that's me.

I wake up every morning at 7am so I can go for a run and be back in time to get ready for work. I walk into my closet and change into a pair of black basketball shorts, and gray tank top, and my running shoes. I then brush my teeth, brush my hair, and make myself breakfast.

While I'm eating my phone goes off letting me know I have a notification. I grab my and role my eyes as it's another article talking about the World Cup this summer and how they think the USWNT might win again. I groan as I slam my phone back on the table and I continue to eat.

Once I'm done eating I grab my air pods and my watch and I go for a run. As I'm running I stopped at a park for a little break. When I'm walking I look at the playground and see someone that looked really familiar and they were with a young boy who was about 10 years old. The woman's eyes and mine connect and I stumble a little when I see those familiar brown eyes. It was someone I did not want to see. I started up my run again and went home with sadness filling my body. I sat down on the couch, "Why? Why did I have to see them?"

I place my head in my hands thinking about who I saw. I stand up and wipe away the few tears that came down my face. I take a shower and put on my black ripped jeans along with a white t-shirt. I then grab my guitar and get in my car to leave for work. I work at a guitar store, it's called Utah Instruments.

Once at work I see my co-worker and close friend, "Hey, Tristan," I say as I clock in for the day. My shift is from 10-5 which isn't too bad.

"What's up, Y/N? How is everything," Tristan asks as I walk behind the counter. Tristan is the only person that I talked to about my past and my feelings.

"I'm doing good, but I saw someone earlier while I was on my run," I say as I sit on a stool.

Tristan walks over to me and pulls another stool over, "Who was it," he asks as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"It was brown eyes," I say as I look down, "I didn't want to see her or anyone from the team, it brings back to many memories."

Tristan pulls me in for a hug, "I'm sorry Y/N, I wish you didn't, I know how it gets to you."

I pull away from the embrace with a small smile, "Thank you for always being for me here, Trist."

"Of course Y/N/N, I'll always be here for you," Tristan says as he walks into the back room.

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Now, it is around 3:00 and Tristan left about 10 minutes ago because he is going out with his wife and kids. I decided that I would play one of my favorite songs since no one was in the store right now. I pull out my guitar as I'm sitting on the stool behind the cashier counter and start to play.

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
Oh oh oh no
And you let her go
Oh oh oh no
And you let her go

While I'm singing I didn't realize that someone walked into the store.

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Once I finish I have tears streaming down my face. I hear clapping and I look up while I quickly while my face. I then come face to face with brown eyes.

"Hi, Y/N," the person says.

"Kelley."

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I'm sorry this isn't so good, it will hopefully start to improve as I continue. I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe!