You Can Count On Me - Tom Daley Fanfic -

Chapter One

Indie's POV

'WOO GO OWEN!' I yelled as my older brother effortlessly kicked the rugby ball between the posts. Owen plays for England and is my older brother.

I turned around to face my dad who was sat two rows up from me. 'He's doing great dad!' I yelled. I forgot to mention, my dad is Andy Farrell, coach of the England rugby team. I guess you could say I am lucky to have a famous dad and brother.

I grabbed my latte out of the cup-holder in my seat and sipped the last few drops. The half-time whistle blew, so I decided to go to the toilet and grab another latte on my way back. I collected my brown leather satchel off the floor and walked to the end of my row, passing my dad on the way. He slid a £10 note into my hand then walked off to the changing rooms.

I walked up the steps, my wedges tapping with every step. I'm probably over dressed for a rugby match - brown leather wedges, black disco pants and my own personalised England rugby shirt. It had the number 13 on the back, as I was born on the 13th. It was the Six Nations, England V Wales final so I had to make some sort of effort.

I finished applying my lip gloss and fixing my wavy brunette hair in the toilets and made my way towards the Starbucks van.

When I arrived at the car park where all the food and drinks vans were I was faced with a jungle of people. Everyone must be buying their food and drink for the second half. I attempted to make my way towards the Starbucks van, being pushed and shoved in all directions by middle-aged men. Whilst trying to maintain my balance, I rather large bald man walked past me, knocking my iPhone clean out of my hand. Before I had time to bend down and pick it up, it had already been kicked further down the car park. I ran in the direction I thought my phone had gone, panicking as I searched the ground with my eyes.

I continued to search the ground for a white object. I must have been out of the jungle of people, as there were not as many trainers clouding my vision. Just as I was going to give up hope, I noticed something shining on the floor out of the corner of my eye. It was an iPhone just like mine. I slid my satchel back onto the top of my shoulder and made my way towards the phone, just as I noticed someone's hand reach down and grab it.

'Exuse me, that's mine!'

A/N - Hey guys! Here's my third attempt at writing a fanfic. Hopefully this one I'll carry on as I have loads of ideas.

So if any readers are not sure what the Six Nations are, it's a rugby tournament where Ireland, Wales, England, Scotland, Italy and France all play each other. I got the idea of including this from today's match.

Sorry there is no Tom included in this chapter but he might make an appearance in the next one!

Thanks for reading guys, vote, comment ect..any comments will be gladly appreciated! :Dx - @daleyempire