A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

21. Just my luck.

I waited anxiously as the phone rang, I was on the balcony of the hotel room. "Pick up, Pick up please" I muttered, tapping my foot. "Finally I muttered when I heard Bella's voice.

Bella: You okay? What did he do? Do I need to fly over and castrate him?
Erin: NO!
Bella: Aw, you never let me have any fun. What's up then?
Erin: OwengotmeSexton'sjersey
Bella: Say that again, slowly.
Erin: Owen got me Sexton's jersey!!
Bella: His actual jersey? Like the one he wore?
Erin: Like the one he actually wore!
Bella: Aww! That is so cute!
Erin: I know!
Bella: So why did you call me? You don't want to break up with him do you?
Erin: NO! I just, had to tell someone, otherwise I'd explode
Bella: Gotcha, what's he doing now?
Erin: He's inside, waiting for me to come in so we can go out to lunch.
Bella: Well why are you still talking to me then?
Erin: Hahah, okay, bye!
Bella: Bye!

I hung up and slid open the balcony door, stepping into the room. "You ready?" Owen asked, jumping up from the bed. I nodded and he grabbed the room key from the light switch.

We exited the room, and went down in the lift. "There's a small cafe down the road" Owen suggested. "Lead the way Farrell" We walked down the winding streets, till we reached a small cafe. "Le petit chat" I read out the sign.

"It's really nice" He informs me as he pushed open the door. The smell of fresh soup hits me instantly. "Yum" I sigh, as we sit down. There are menus already on the table and I flick through mine. We spend the next hour eating and talking about anything. Before I know it, it's four, and Owen has to leave to go prepare for the match.

I go back to the room and watch rubbish on T.V, half-heartedly flicking through Pinterest. The next two and a half hours pass slowly, but I was tired, and didn't care that I didn't have much to do.

Jess isn't here, she went to the last one, and was too busy to come to this one, so I get a taxi on my own to the stadium. I still have half an hour until I plan to go inside, so I walk around the busy streets, listening to the singing. I'm wearing the jersey Owen gave me for the previous match.

Before I know it, it's time for me to go into the stadium, so I scan my ticket and find my seat. Owen and George are practising their kicking and I wave. He winks back and returns to practise. I text Bella while I wait, she's upset because apparently her favourite take-away are changing their recipe for a few of the dishes.

She complains and complains, sometimes I wonder how old she is... Suddenly, I'm pulled to my feet by the crowd as they stand to cheer the team onto the pitch. I'd say the stadium was about 85% full, and most of them were English supporters, the rest were Fijian.

Everyone sings the national anthem, and then the game is underway. England lead easily 30-9 at half time, and I stand up to get a drink. When I return, I notice a hooded figure at the side of the pitch, he turns around and I recognise his face instantly.

He notices me and makes his way up to my row. Nearly everyone is buying drinks or gone to the toilet, so the seats are relatively empty. "Hello," He greets me.

I nod in return, shyly. "Excuse me for asking, but are you Erin?" I nod, surprised that he knows about me.  He laughs, "Owen won't shut up about you" He reassures me.

I blush. "Oh God" I joke, and he smiles, "All good things, well, except for the Frankie and Benny's incident." I laugh, "I knew he'd tell everyone that"

"Yes, we meet up occasionally, he practises kicking with me, keeps me in shape." We talk for awhile, until the players come back out the pitch, and he returns to his seat, after I've struck up the courage to ask for a picture.

I text Bella when I sit down.

Erin: Why do I meet all the English ones?
Bella: What ones?
Erin: The rugby players, I've just met Johnny Wilkinson, as much as it was a pleasure, can I not just bump into Sexton, or O'Gara?
Bella: Who's Wilkinson?
Erin: How are we friends?😜 He's a previous English number 10, who scored the winnig drop goal in the world cup final in 2003.
Bella: They like their drop goals don't they?
Erin: Haha, yeah. Better go.

The match went quickly, England won 56-16, earning themselves a bonus point. I texted Owen, telling him I'd meet him back at the hotel, and wandered through the city, trying to find a rugby shop.

I finally did, and purchased a rugby jersey, paying extra to get a number put on the back. I got it wrapped and bought a card. In the taxi back to the hotel, I filled out the card and put strict instructions on the front that it was not to be opened until the 24th of September, Owen's birthday.

When I got back to the hotel, Owen was waiting in the lobby. I hid the present behind my back and made an excuse to go up to the room. I hid it in his suitcase and joined him downstairs.

A/N : Not a very interesting chapter, sorry. Updates will get less frequent, as I have exams in a few weeks. The next chapter will be a filler too, until the final, where there is a lot of drama. 
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