A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

2. Eddie Rockets

Erin's P.O.V

My phone buzzed with a text and I picked it up carefully, trying not to to smudge my freshly painted nails.
The best kicker ever: swing by The Shelbourne at 7:30? We'll meet you in the lobby.

I rolled my eyes, what an inventive name. I quickly texted back,

Erin: Sure.

I changed his name to smarmy git, it was meant with humour, partly anyway. Bella stepped into the room and looked me up and down.

She was dressed in a blue dress that fell mid-thigh and her black hair hung in elegant ringlets down her back. She had outlined her blue eyes with eyeliner. She had tall black heels on, which I knew would be off in a few hours.

"You ready?" She asked. "Nearly" I answered, standing up. I was wearing a green dress, which clung to my top half and then flared out at my waist. It fell to my knees. I had wedges on and minimal makeup. A smudge of brown eyeliner around my green eyes was the only obvious clue I was wearing any.

I was in the middle of braiding my blonde hair up. I tied off the braid and assessed it in the mirror. I had braided the front across like a headband. It looked good and kept my hair off my head.

"They're staying at the Shelbourne, we have to pick them up in 30" Bella nodded, "We should go now then" I got up and grabbed my bag. I shoved my phone, purse and keys into it.

Bella locked up and then hailed a taxi. Half an hour later we arrived outside the impressive hotel. I took out my phone and called Owen.

O: Hello!
E: Best kicker ever? How original, and true.
*Owen chuckles*
E: We're here.

I looked around the lobby as I waited for his reply.

O: Do you want to come up?
E: Emm. Alright, what's your number?
O: 129
E: Be there soon
O: Bye!

I hung up and pulled Bella into the lift. I pushed the number for their floor. I waited as the lift rose, playing it's obnoxious music. The doors finally opened and I dragged Bella through the hall, scanning the doors to find the number.

"Here! Number 129" I knocked on the door twice. "Who is it?" George called out. "Room service" I called back. I heard Owen and George bickering, "You ordered room service? We're going out soon?" "I did not! Why are you blaming me?" "Because you're the one who was complaining he was hungry!" "So, you can't prove anything!"

Bella and I were cracking up, both propping ourselves up against the wall. The door swung open and George's face appeared. "You have the wrong..." He trailed off as he saw us. He smiled.

He stepped aside to let us in. Owen, having not seen us didn't know it was a joke. "I told you it wasn't me!" I walked into the main room. When he saw me he let out a breath. "Should have known!" I stuck my tongue out.

Both him and George were wearing chinos and a polo shirt. Owen tied his lace and then ushered me out the door. "Come on, I'm hungry!"

We walked out into the bustling Sunday street. Bella and I both had a break from college. Bella pulled me back to ask me a question. "How old are they?" She asked, smiling as they started to bicker again. "Owen's 24 and George is 22" She elbowed me in the stomach, "Uff" Bella was such a violent person!

Owen and George both walked past the restaurant and I chuckled. "Farrell!" I called out and he whipped round to face me, walking backwards. "Yep" "The restaurant is here" I pointed at the door of Eddie Rockets, a cheap 50s style diner, that had really good food.

I swung open the door and waited at the desk for a waitress. One finally wandered over and gave us a table. We all sat down and looked at the menu. I already knew what I was going to have so I pulled out my purse and got out a 20 cent coin.

I nudged Owen in the side. "What?" "Can you move please?" He raised an eyebrow, "Where too?" He motioned to the wall beside him, I got out of the booth and motioned with my head for him to get out. He sighed good-naturedly and did so. I slid up to the small juke box hanging on the wall.

I flipped through the options before deciding on 'Summer Nights' from Grease. I put the money in and pushed the button for it. The waitress came over to take our orders. "I'll have the slider meal please, with an oreo milkshake." I ordered and Bella smiled as the first chord of the song played. I winked at her and waited for the waitress to go.

We started to mouth the words at each other, bobbing our heads and swaying until Owen captured my arms and forced my body to a stop. "See, thats kind of creepy." I frowned at him. "Okay, Farrell." He turned to look at the decor and I stuck my tongue at his back. I'm not childish at all!

The waitress returned quickly with our food and we all tucked in. Since there was no Eddie Rockets outside of Ireland, Bella and I watched amused as the boys tore into the delicious food. We ate ours with a bit more grace. Only a little more...

I burst out laughing as Owen finished and sat back, sauce from the burger all over his face. He pulled a face and I handed him a napkin, which I had smeared with milkshake. He wiped it across his face and I laughed again as it replaced the sauce. He peered into the shiny picture frame and growled.

Reaching past me he grabbed a clean napkin and cleaned his face. He then grabbed me and pushed the napkin towards my face. "No! Please! I'm sorry!" I swatted the napkin away and it fell under the table. Owen tickled me and I kicked him in the shin. He let me go and I stuck my tongue out again. He smiled and shook his head. "Shall we move on?"