A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

Bonus Chapter: Owen's P.O.V

I kicked the ball to George and he easily caught. We both still had dopey grins on our faces from the win yesterday. We had won the tough match against Ireland, and the grand slam. We were kicking in some random park near out hotel. It was empty, save for two girls lying on the grass, and the occasional jogger.

George kicked the ball back, but it went over my head by a long way. It soared through the air and headed for the two girls. Before it could hit one of them, the other jumped up and caught it. She stood up, with it in her hands. I could tell by her posture she was angry.

She kicked it solidly back, and I ducked to the side before it could hit me. She sat back down and I smiled at George. "We'd better go say sorry, yeah?" I asked. He shrugged and we made our way over to the two girls. The one who had kicked back the ball was lying on the ground, eyes closed, long blonde hair spread out around her face like a halo.

The other girl had long dark hair and cheerful blue eyes. "We are so sorry, are you okay?" George asked, ever the charmer. "I'm okay" The girl replied, smiling. "Nice catch, and kick" George complemented the blonde. She grunted and I surveyed her face, she was very pretty.

"I apologise for her, she's very upset about the match last night." The dark haired girl apologised. "That's why we're over, what did you think of the match?" George asked, catching onto the fact that the girl didn't recognise us.

"I thought the English were lucky, they didn't deserve that last drop goal, Kearney was the real man of the match, not Farrell" The blonde spat out, eyes still closed. I winced at the venom in her voice as she spoke my name.

"You sure are passionate about your rugby! Who were your favourites from each team?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "Rob Kearney, Johnny Sexton and Tommy Bowe." She answered automatically, and then thought about our team. "George Ford,  Mike Brown, and"

"Owen Farrell?" The brunette cut in, teasingly. The blonde bolted up and glared at her, "Not that Smarmy..." She cut off as she turned and saw us. "What?" Asked the brunette, still oblivious. The blonde sighed.

"Bella, meet George Ford, and... Owen Farrell!" She said, introducing us. The brunette, Bella howled with laughter and the blonde pouted. "It's not that funny" The blonde complained, George and I smiled.

Bella pulled herself together and looked me up and down. "I thought you said he was only a seven?" I shifted uncomfortably. "Shut up" The blonde hissed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, you're not that bad, I guess, I mean, Sexton is better, but yeah and" She rambled.

Bella smacked her hand across the blondes mouth to stop her. "I'm Bella, and this is Erin" She smiled at us. "It's no big deal, I understand" I reassured Erin, her face was steadily becoming redder and redder.

Erin removed Bella's hand from her mouth and asked us a question. "How long are you here for?" "Till Wednesday, we have no training, so we thought we'd chill here." "Cool" She said, nodding her head. ""Where would you recommend?" George cut in.

"Coman's pub" Bella answered immediately, but Erin stared at her doubtfully. "Sure, if they want to be swarmed, and killed. Especially him" She jerked her head in my direction. Seeing the confusion on our faces she continued. "It's quite a big rugby pub, there will be quite a few rugby enthusiasts drowning their sorrows there still."

"Oh" George said. "Anywhere in Temple Bar? I suppose" Erin suggested. Spotting an opportunity, I dived in. "Maybe you could show us?" I suggested. I scanned her face as she processed my reply. God, she probably has a boyfriend. Damn it!

"Me?" She asked. Yep, she has a boyfriend... Suddenly she burst out laughing, that's the response you want. A poke from Bella sobered her, and she composed herself. "Sorry, that was rubbish" I scowled. "Does that actually work?" She asked, grinning.

"Apparently not" I muttered. She sighed, "Well done Erin" I heard quietly. "What?" She looked up startled, "Did I say that out loud?" "Just the well done part" I replied, smiling. "Yay" She said sarcastically.

Time to rescue the situation, "Since you have insulted us, and our country many,many time, maybe you should do this to make it up to us?" She scowled, but I could see she agreed. "Fine" She turned to Bella, "Where were you when I needed you?"

I grinned, "Oh, and what was that about the numbers earlier?" I asked. She frowned, trying to remember. "I thought you said he was a seven?" Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh! I meant your position! Bella thought you were a seven, but I've told her loads you were a ten" She blustered.

Bella just smirked, she got up, and then pulled Erin up too. "So we know about tonight, maybe you should give us your number?" Bella asked cheekily. I exchanged a glance with George and then tried to hand my phone over to Bella.

She held up her hand in refusal, "Mine's out of battery, Erin, give him your number" She said slyly. Erin reluctantly swapped phones with me and I typed in my number.

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