Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Final game

I woke up to the sound of Owen leaving the house. Of course he slammed his way round the house on his way out. Left alone in a mansion of a house with no restrictions. I ran downstairs in my pyjamas, blasted some music as I danced around the kitchen while eating my cereal. I love this life. I remember why I lived on my own so I could do stuff like this. Let's hope the housekeeper doesnt come round today, she would be in for a shock.

The music blasted through the house. I performed a concert in the shower. I belted out Celine Dion of course hitting the high notes and of course smashing them with my incredibly tone deaf voice.

I slowly started getting ready when I wasnt singing my heart out. I did a full face of makeup as Owen's words ran through my head "well be going out for drinks whether we win or loose" a night out in london how can you dress for a night out and a rugby game? Like the impossible task. How can you be comfortable to cheer a rugby game and dance your way through nightclubs?

The flowery jumpsuit hung to my body, enhancing my broad figure. If I'm honest my butt looked so good in this. I looked at my figure in the mirror. Of course I used Owen's wardrobe mirror. His bedroom was so neat, no dirty clothes on the floor. He even made the bed before he left. The room smelt of his aftershave, which I always loved. I was just doing the finishing touches to my hair when Mama Farrell walked through the door. I gripped back the front of my hair and let the rest flow in it's natural wavy state, even though I hated it's natural state. It was so weird looking at myself! I havent dressed up like this in a while.

"Aww, you look amazing" we hugged and scanned me up and down "how Owen doesnt know what's in front of him I will never know" I shook my head at her and laughed so awkwardly she was obsessed with me and Owen becoming an item. But were just best friends and that's all well ever be. We couldnt ruin our friendship and I couldnt ruin my relationship with Oliver.

We pulled up to the stadium after a long awkward conversation about me and Owen. of course I had played here quite a few times. Even winning the world cup here a few months ago, I did it a few months ago now Owen's turn to win the Six Nations here. Of course my nerves were uncontrolled, I started getting sweaty and my heart was racing. I'm not here as a rugby player I'm here as Owen's support "No need to be nervous my dear! I dont know who to support, my sons team or my husbands team, either way someones not going to be happy" she chuckled. "Home team everytime" we both laughed as she agreed "we wont tell my husband that" Imagine having to support both. Forget that, England through and through.

I've always been on the field not in the box, I have watched a few england games but before I met Owen. We walked up the stairs as we entered the room I got handed a glass of prosecco. That will take the edge off. Let's hope there is no limit on these.

"AMELLLIAAAA" a familiar little face came running up as he leapt into my arms. "Hey little man! Not fancy speaking to your grandma first" Mama Farrell said as Oliver hugged into me more and shook his head. We both just giggled. She kissed Oliver's head and he instantly wiped it off typical toddler.

Oliver wouldn't let me go, just before the game was about to kick off. I got a text;
Wish me luck, you'll see how real rugby is played darling x

I just laughed thinking he could show me how rugby is played? Pft well see after this game. Being the fly half wasnt easy even I knew that. "Daddy text me, shall we send him a photo?" Oliver nodded, that's when I spotted his ex wife in the corner with some other family who I didnt recognise. She kept eye balling me, she didnt like how close I was with Oliver. We sent a selfie to Owen. The selfie was pretty cute if I'm honest. We both had the cheesiest grin across our face.

I got an instant reply:
Bloody hell! You look like a proper girl. Love you two morons!x

I forgot hes never seen me dress up. Always in tracksuits, rugby kit or Jeans. He always said love you so wasnt a big deal I suppose.