A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

19. Falling for you

So, I'm sick... And the bad sick, where you can't write... But I'm currently a chapter ahead so yay! The bonus chapter will be the first chapter from Owen's P.O.V.  However, I will be adding in more George and Jess as the story turns to the world cup. Xx

I smoothened down my dress anxiously, twisting back and forth in the mirror, trying to see all angles. The Burgundy lace dress fit perfectly, but I hoped it wouldn't be too fancy. Bella threw open my door and looked me up and down.

"Nice, have you picked shoes?" I shook my head. "Which ones?" I asked, pointing to the two pairs on my bed. There was a black pair of high heels which matched my belt, or white sandals.

"Black, it's still too cold for sandals" Bella told me, and faked a shiver. I smiled and tucked a fly-away behind my ear. The front of my hair was pulled back into a waterfall braid. I was keeping it simple, natural makeup with winged white eyeliner for a statement.

Bella hugged me, "You look great. Lover boy is lucky" I rolled my eyes, but smiled. "Thanks" I whispered. "Why didn't any of my boyfriends take me out on nice dates?" Bella sighed dramatically.

"One, he's not my boyfriend" I protested, ignoring Bella's snort. "Two, We could be going to McDonalds for all I know. And three, you always choose the 'bad boy' better known as the A-hole"

"Oh yeah!" Bella mused, "I did, didn't I?" Sitting at the edge of my bed, I pulled on the heels and then stood up. I had a blazer in case the restaurant would be chilly, and a small clutch for the essentials.

Bella moved to the couch and flicked though Netflix, in other words she moved to her natural habitat. The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath before opening the door. However the door got stuck halfway and no matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn't budge.

Owen started to push and suddenly the door came swinging at me. I let out a bark of surprise, yes a bark. I jerked back, but I was too slow and the door hit me. "Well, Shit" I heard Owen mutter. I fell down onto my tailbone and pouted. Bella had come to see what all the fuss was about, and was crying her eyes out, on the ground too, laughing.

Owen poked his head around the door and carefully pushed it open and stepped in. Reaching out a hand, which I took, he pulled me up. "Sorry" He said. I smiled, rubbing the spot where I had been hit. "No problem" I said, and turned to glare at Bella, who wouldn't shut up.

"Well this date started well" Owen muttered and my toes curled when he said date, blushing. He looked me up and down and smiled. "Should I cancel the reservation in McDonalds? You're a tad underdressed" He said and I slapped his chest.

"Hilarious" I drawled and he smirked. "Let's just go" I picked up my clutch from the floor and hustled Owen out the door, I shot daggers at Bella, as I shut the door.

Owen leads me down to the main road, and calls a taxi. The taxi ride is short, and soon we arrive at the restaurant. "You like Thai food, yeah?" Owen asks concerned as I step out of the car. I nod and he relaxes.

I've been to the restaurant before, for my 21st last year. I beam at Owen, as we are lead to a small booth at the back. The restaurant isn't too busy, it is a Sunday, but there are enough people to overwhelm the two waiters. One of them hands us two menus and scurries off to the kitchen.

I glance at the menu briefly, I know what I'll have already. Owen takes his time, and I blush when he looks up at me, catching me staring. He smirks and shakes his head. "I have a a feeling you're using me for my body" He jokes. "Well, it's definitely not for your rugby skills." I tease.

Owen looks me in the eye. "Thanks" "Anytime love" I smile back at him. "What are you having?" He asks and I answer immediately. "Duck Pancakes" They may be a starter, but I eat them as a main. Hell, I'd eat them for everything, Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner...

My eyes must have glazed over while thinking about them because Owen shakes his head, laughing. "What are you thinking of?" I ask. "Not, sure, Green curry?" I hide my smile. The only person I know who can stomach the green curry here is my little sister, and that's because she practically eats chillies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I on the other hand, couldn't stand spice, I had a very low tolerance for it.

We finally caught the waiters eye and ordered, "I need the bathroom" I told Owen and stood up. He eyed me warily, "You don't have on an Irish jersey under there so you?" He asked. I stuck my tongue out and walked away.

When I came back, our food was on the table, and I practically inhaled the glorious pancakes. I watched Owen eagerly as he tried the curry. I was rewarded with a animal like noise. He still ate it, but it was hilarious. An hour later, we walked back home and we stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to my apartment door.

"Thanks, I had a great night" I told Owen, "Me too" He said and leaned in for a kiss. I smiled, and...

Promptly fell down, flat on my butt, again...

I frowned as Owen cracked a smile. "What's it like down there?" He teased, I glared at him. Still smiling, he sat down besides me. "So, my flight is really early tomorrow morning, and there are no more matches until the world cup, what will we do?" He told me.

"We can text, call, Skype. It's only a few months" "Yes, but every second I'm away from you, my heart breaks." He whispered, leaning in again. I couldn't contain my laughter, and he retreated sulking. "Sorry" I wheezed. "Where has this sappy side of you come from?" I asked, still chuckling.

"Goddamn it woman, I'm trying to kiss you!" I schooled my features, or at least tried too. Owen go up, "I'll go" That sobered me,and I jumped up. "No need"