Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Hangover

I stirred, I went to roll over however someone was next to me. It's been years since I've shared a bed. The hot sweaty body just smelt like pure alcohol, making me feel nauseous. The body decided to move and pull me in closer. I was frozen. It felt so right but wrong at the same time. What did I do? Or who did I do? I didnt recognise the bedroom in the dark. Where am I?

I tried to scoot out of bed but I got pulled in closer and closer until "Baby nooo dont go" we both sat up and looked at each other I tugged the quilt to hide my body. "Owen?" "Amelia? What are you doing in my bed?" We were both as confused as each other. "Please tell me you have clothes on" he looked under the covers and went a beetroot red. My face mirrored his. I was naked in my best friends bed with a hangover. I couldnt help but admire his arms and chest. Yes I've seen them before, but I forgot how perfect his body was.

"What happened?" He shrugged "the last thing I remember was when I-" he stopped himself and then I realised. "When we both confessed, urm you know" yeah he looked out the window. It was 1oclock in the afternoon. "Mum has invited us for dinner before we head home and I have to get Oliver" "I'll get the train home dont worry, this is awkward enough as it is" we both gave a awkward half laugh "no please come to dinner with me!" I nodded very slowly. We didnt make eye contact.

"Here throw this on" it was one of his shirts luckily it was clean. Well I hope it is. This is too cliche. I threw it on and headed for the shower in the room I was staying in. "Nice butt" he shouted after me. If looks could kill he would be dead. I showed him the finger and stormed out. What do I do? I let the water fall down my body. My mind was doing over drive. Have we completely ruined our friendship? I lost track of time trying to remember everything last night. My blood boiled remembering how interfering and judging she was. Did he mean what he said? Was it just alcohol? I dont even want to bring it up. I couldnt even think of starting a relationship with Owen.

I got dressed into jeans and a nice top. I definitely needed make up to hide this hangover. I was moving way to quickly. My stomach churned. This is why I dont drink I cant deal with the hangover after. I applied the usual foundation and eye make up. I tied up my hair. "OWEEENNN ANDREW FARRELL YOU HAVE TWO SECONDS TO GET YOUR ASS IN HERE" he stormed in all panicked. I pointed to my neck. "what the hell is this" he went all quite. "Urm, I think you need some concealer to hide that. My mum will kill me" he half hearted laughed and escaped while he could. I rolled my eyes, concealer it is then.

I was a mess now and i was a massive mess last night. I bet the paparazzi had a field day. I scrolled through Twitter. Tweets going mental "Owen Farrell and Amelia Smith dating?" A picture of us in the outdoor area. We looked so happy. It was the moment before we were interrupted. Butterflies made me feel even more sick. Another one saying "Clash of the Captains?" A picture of us on the dance floor as his hands were wrapped around my waist. Who took these photos? How did they get them? I dont remember any paparazzi last night.

I love rugby but I hate the lack of privacy with it. Why cant I just live a normal life and have all the privacy I needed. "Urmm, Amelia? You ready" I opened the door and walked out. I tried to smile as much as I could. I still dont know if we did the deed but I think the monster on my neck answered my question. Guess well never know.

Off to Mama Farrells and to see Oliver. Oh gosh, Oliver! This is more awkward now than ever. God damn rugby! It made my life and now it's about to break my life.