The Big Secret

Bars

The game was going bad for Ireland. I ended up speaking to a few of the rugby players family. Nothing to exciting. Conor took a few hits as per normal and just got back up. Ireland kept trying to push forward but everytime they did the England side pushed them back. The Vinupola brothers were on top form, Itoje was named man of the match.

"You ready?" I looked up from my phone to find a very dressed up Conor. "Yeah I need some sleep" he laughed "you're not getting any sleep today" i raised my eyebrow at him "going for a pint with the lads, need it after that game" he ran his hands through his hair. "I'll meet you at the hotel, have fun" he shook his head at me "you're coming with".

Great I was not up for this at all, I only drank occasionally and even then I rarely got drunk. Yesterday was a one off. We squeezed in a taxi with some of the other players. "You played well yesterday Erin" Sexton was the first one to say something to me. How does he even know my name? "Thanks" I tucked my hair behind my ear. Luckily I wore my wet look leggings and a nice top otherwise I would look so odd compared to these all in shirts.

"Coach going to meet us there, he said first round on him" the lads cheered at Conors comment. "This is going to be messy! I apologise in advance" Conor whispered. I instantly face palmed. "It was the last game of the season I didnt expect anything less"

We pulled up to a bar, I could see the mass of the boys from a mile away. "Good to see you again Erin, this ones not stopped talking about you" Andy Farrell was the first one to greet me, bless him, his English accent stuck out like a sore thumb. We pulled a few tables together and all squeezed together, luckily I was on the end and not squeezed between two boys.

"Boys! This has been a good season, but next season well be better" Andy shouted over the table and raised his glass, with all the lads following his lead. "Next year we will beat the English! I'm not letting my son take another title away from us!" Andy half hearted laughed. His son? Oh, Owen Farrell. Makes sense. I seriously need to start following mens rugby again.

We changed bars, heading further into the Dublin town centre. I paced myself but Conor didnt. Looks like I'll be looking after him again. We walked into the bar, Conors arm was wrapped round me, steadying himself. "Look what the Cat dragged in" a tall figure stood in front of us "do one Farrell" Conor slurred.

"Hi I'm Owen" he held his hand out to me "Hi I'm Erin" Conor stormed off to join the rest of the Ireland team "let me buy you and drink?" I shrugged and followed him to the bar "Vodka Lemonade please" he nodded and ordered himself a drink. "You played great yesterday! I remember my first time on the pitch" he leant against the bar. I couldnt help but notice how handsome he was.

"What you doing with Murray anyway?" He laughed, what a dick. "Hes my best friend and clearly a lot more charming than you" I stormed off to Conor. "Finished flirting with Farrell?" He looked angry. "I wasnt flirting! Hes a dick anyway" this bar was a lot louder so I was shouting "I could have told you that" he rolled his eyes at me.

I kept seeing Owen staring at me, what does he want? Why did Andy have to leave, he could have kept his son on a leash! The players started to merge together, a few introduced themselves to me; George Ford, Elliot Daly and Jonny May. The feud between the players seemed to have died down and they seemed to be best buds.

I sat at the table drinking my drink, watching the boys try and dance "they can't dance to save their lives" Owen slid in the seat next to me and I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" "To apologise for earlier, I think we got off on the wrong foot" he flashed me a cheeky grin. "Whatever you're still a dick" he laughed "that's fine, understandable".

We started talking and laughing. Conor did not look happy, infact he looked more disappointed than anything. I made as much distance between me and Owen as possible. Until I noticed Owen's arm was draped over the back of my chair. "What's wrong?" I looked over to Conor "ignore him, hell be fine" he winked over at Conor.

"Shall we dance?" I nodded way to enthusiastically, I think my body was starting to feel the alcohol. "I cant dance but I'll try" Owen lead me to the dance floor where the rest of the boys were. Mr Brightside came on and all the English team were jumping up and down.

Me and Owen danced very closely and he didnt leave my side. Conor kept his distance but I could see how angry he was getting. But somehow the alcohol in my body didnt let me care one bit. "You're beautiful" Owen whispered in my ear "thanks" my face started heating up. "I best go and find Conor" he nodded but didn't say anything else and let me wonder though the bar full of rugby players.

"What has he binned you off?" Conor slurred "No, I came to see you not spend time with the english team" he scoffed at me "what is your problem?" I eyed him up "nothing" he downed the rest of his pint and got up dancing with me. He still didnt look happy but he kept a hand round my waist.

The night went on and the drinks kept coming. Who said this was a good idea? I could feel the room spinning.

"Come on I'll take you back"