A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

10. Dinner Dates

I strapped myself in and listened to the Air hostess as she explained the safety information. I had heard it a thousand times, but I still listened. The butterflies in my stomach intensified, they were more like elephants as the plane took off. Unconsciously my left leg started to jig in excitement.

"It'll be a long flight if you keep up at that" The old lady next to me laughed. I smiled, "Sorry" "No need, what's got you so happy?" "I'm meeting a friend I haven't seen in a month, and I'm going to see the England versus Wales match" I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face.

"That's sweet" The lady continued, "How long are you over?" "Till Sunday" It was Friday,and the match was tomorrow. "I hope you have a good time" She said, before opening up her magazine. "Thanks" I opened up the book I had packed but struggled to concentrate.

The thought of seeing Owen distracted me from doing anything other than smile. Half way through the flight, I got up and went to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had braided my hair up into a messy french plait. I had gone as far as applying eyeliner, something I only ever did for going out.

It's just Owen, I told myself. Yes, exactly, Owen. I blushed, God, stop being so, so sappy! I made my way back to my seat and tried to read more of my book. Soon the pilot announced that we were starting our final descent. I placed my book into my bag and stared out the window, watching as we neared the runway.

I let out an involuntary squeal as the wheels touched the ground. The plane seemed to take ages to stop and for the seatbelt sign to turn off. I sprang up and grabbed my wheelie case from the over head lockers. I bounced on my toes as the line of people in front of me started to move off the plane.

I walked down the steps and followed the crowd into the baggage claim. "Enjoy your stay, and I hope England win" The lady beside me on the sight called out as I made my way into customs. "Thanks" I called back and took out my passport. After the border guards made sure it was me, I hurried out into the arrivals hall.

I scanned the hall for a sight of Owen and George,who were supposed to pick me up. My heart slowed as I struggled to find them. "Erin!" I whipped round as I heard Owen call my name. I started to walk towards his voice. Before I knew it, I was sprinting and I collided with Owen's hard chest.

He wrapped his arms around me. "Hello" He whispered. I smiled, "Hi" George cleared his throat and Owen let me go. George stood behind him, alongside a pretty brunette. Judging by the arm he slung around her she was Jess Portman, his girlfriend. At least I hoped so!

George hugged me briefly before introducing me to his girlfriend. "Erin, this is my girlfriend, Jess" I smiled at her and she returned the gesture. "Nice to meet you" "You too, I've heard so much about you" She replied.

I swung around to a blushing Owen. "Farrell, what did you tell her?" He smirked, "Just the usual, that you were a crazy, violent stalker" I rolled my eyes. "So funny" Owen picked up my case and George led us out to the car. Owen put the suitcase in the boot before joining me in the backseat.

"As your flight was delayed, we'll have to go straight to the restaurant." George told me as he exited Heathrow. "Will I have to change?" Owen looked my jeans and hoodie up and down. "Nah, it's not that fancy." "Good" We made small talk until, half an hour later we pulled up outside a Frankie and Bennys.

"Chris picked it" Owen tells me, and I stifle a smile. "I love them" "Really?" Owen asks. "Yeah, I used to live in England, my Dad's English, it was my favourite place!" A smile spread across his face. "So, why do you support Ireland?" He asked smugly.

"Sexton, duh!" Owen sighed and we stepped into the restaurant. It was quite empty, considering it was a Friday. Owen took a deep breath as we walked towards the table. "Nervous" I teased. He looked me straight in the eye. "Very"

Sensing the nervousness seeping from Owen, Billy Vunipola wolf whistled. I smiled. I think I'll like this team. Chris Robshaw, the captain shook my hand. "Nice to finally meet you" He said, "You too," "You're very calm, considering you're a big rugby fan according to Owen" Danny Care chipped in.

"Ahh, but Sexton isn't here" I responded and Owen groaned. "Please not this again." George just smiled. "Sexton?" Jonathan Joseph asked. "Yep, the best kicker in the world." A few people started to choke with the laughter when they saw the look on Owen's face.

"Not Owen, or George?" I shook my head, "Sexton all the way, Ford and Farrell aren't too bad, I guess, Farrell still has a long way to go." Chris and Billy laughed and then pointed to the seat in between them. "Not not there" Owen complained, before being pushed into the seat opposite.

"Why, scared we'll tell all your secrets?' Billy teased. "Yes" Owen replied. I laughed and then looked at the menu. I ordered filled potato skins and then lasagne. "Sorry boys, I need the bathroom" They moved out of the way as I got out. I paused and pulled my hoodie off over my head, revealing the Irish number ten rugby jersey I wore underneath.

The table erupted with laughter and I winked at Owen as I disappeared into the bathroom.

Hey Guys! So I know I said there would be a chapter with texts, but I couldn't wait to write this, and I might upload the latter as a bonus chapter. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Erin's got balls hey?
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