Round 1 - The Win

Nathan played an AMAZING game, he looked so good on the field, throwing the ball and kicking it, they won by a mile, so it wasn’t an overly exciting game, from the first quarter everyone could tell that the Eagles were going to win. Seeing as there was no tension with the game apparently the crowd soaked it up, and by the crowd I mean Martine.

As soon as I walked up with Chelsea, Jake and Georgie (Belle and Matt took a little longer to get ready, they were meeting us later) awkwardness filled the air.

“Hello everyone, I didn’t think you were coming Paris.” Martine said.

“Nope, Nathan called me this morning, I changed my plans.” I said and suddenly Lesley wrapped me up in a tight hug.

“You look beautiful Paris, I’m so glad you made it.”She said genuinely.

“Chelsea what’s wrong you look sick my dear.” Lesley said as she enveloped her, Martine stood up for the side watching the scene play out in front of her.

“Bit of a hangover is all.” She laughed.

“Really Chelsea? It’s your brother’s big day you shouldn’t have been selfish.” Martine chimed in.

“Mum you know Nathans had heaps of big days, I had a good night with everyone.”

“Hmm well I just think perhaps you could have been a little bit more sensitive, you know how nervous he gets.” She said.

“Well I’m bloody well here aren’t I?” She said quickly and falling back in line with me Georgie and Jake, he still had barely acknowledged his mothers presence.

“Now Georgie you’ve done something different with your hair?” Lesley asked fingering Georgie lighter locks.

“Yeah I have, it’s a nice change.” She replied.

“Hmm blonde is a lot of maintenance.” Martine again chimed in; she was even more negative than normal.

“Well I think it looks lovely, we going in?” I interrupted and linked arms with Georgie as we led everyone into the stadium.

Suddenly I became aware of somebody snapping pictures of me.

“What is he doing?” I asked Georgie.

“Welcome to a wag world.” The man snapping the pictures said as he winked
and started backing away.

“What the hell was that?” Chelsea said as she ran up behind me.

“Some pap wanted a photo of Paris.” Georgie laughed.

“Eww, I don’t want a photo of me! I’m SO not a wag, why do people keep saying that to me!” I moaned.

“Well maybe you should have thought about not wanting the wag status before you started dating a football player.” Martine added from behind.

“But then we wouldn’t have her lovely company.” Lesley added gosh she was good at turning a negative comment into a positive.

Soon we were all wedged into the seats in the VIP stand, well not wedged I’m not going to lie the seats were lovely, we were in the important area. The stadium took my breath away, I hadn’t been to a football game in a VERY long time, the sun beat down and there were soooo many people! All had different team jerseys, and people were milling around attempting to find their seats. The VIP apparently usually just housed girlfriends/wives/children that hang but it was a special day for the first game, so it was jam packed with club officials and the owners and stuff I was so busy trying to take in all the famous faces that surrounded me then the bell sounded to signify the beginning of the game...

It began with the Australian anthem all the players looking extremely reverent, it was hard to imagine in just mere minutes both teams would begin to play as hard as possible to win. To be honest looking at Nathan on the field was mesmerizing, he looked so in control and his team was listening to him, he got tackled a couple of times I have never felt so protective over someone, we obviously still needed to talk about our fight but I finally realised how important this boy was to me and how hard it was to watch someone you love being beaten down (even if he was getting up seconds later ready for round 2).

“So are you ok?” I asked Jake carefully; ever since we got to the stadium he was in a terrible mood.

“Hmmm, just a little weird with mum.” He answered watching the field with serious concentration.

“Wanna talk about it?” I asked as casually as I could muster, he shook his head and gave me an affectionate pat on the back.

About half an hour after the game ended the boys came out into the VIP area, the temporary walls were removed and the space became huge, waiters appeared and the music started playing. Nathan came over to our little group; we were being a little anti-social only because every time Georgie, Chelsea or me saw someone even mildly famous we’d let out a little squeal and ‘subtly’ point them out.

Nathans arms were soon wrapping themselves around me from behind, I turned around and he pulled me close,

“Thank you.” Was all he whispered in my ear, cue extremely weak knees I didn’t care that his family was watching at that point, I gave him a congratulations kiss, he looked extremely delighted.

“GOOD GAME!” Chelsea and Georgie screamed together and wrapped in up in a group hug, Jake, Brad and Matt gave him a pat on the back, Belle gave him a kiss on the cheek, Lesley wrapped him up in big hug, then it was time for Martine they awkwardly hugged, obviously there was still some tension between them.

“Ok so we’re going to take you all out for dinner, I know you probably want to go out later Nathan with the boys but can we just have you for dinner?” Lesley asked Brad’s arm tight around her waist.

“I would love to come out for dinner, we just have to stay here for a bit longer, they are going to have some speeches and junk and then I’m free.” Nathan smiled in my direction.

“Good, good...” Brad added his face lit up when he saw any of the players; it was obvious his fantasy was coming true.
I realised it was probably time for me to leave, I was only there to support Nathan, we still needed to talk, I wasn’t prepared to just let this issue get swept under the rug.

“Ok guys, I think I better go.” I smiled, instantly Martine looked relieved.

I was met with lots of protests from Lesley, Brad, Georgie, Chelsea, Belle and Matt (Who only arrived just before the game started). Nathan just watched me, as I gave everyone hugs with promises to see them all for breakfasts tomorrow...Nathan grabbed my hand and led me outside.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come for dinner?” He asked as we found a little corner hidden away.

“No, I mean I want to but I shouldn’t, but babe I’m really proud of you.” I said.

“I didn’t mean what I said you know, I just got on the defence, and I was a complete ass.” He said.

“You weren’t the only ass in the room, I shouldn’t have brought up your family stuff, I had absolutely no right.” I said looking down; his finger gently pushed my chin so we were eye level.

“I’m not going to lie it was hard to hear, but you were completely right. I -,” he was cut off, a couple of his teammates practically tackling him to the ground and pushing him inside, he managed a quick kiss and a promise to call me later before they literally picked him up and dragged him inside.

Wedding Day

Georgie and I walked into the house to the bride’s house and heard a woman screaming and crying at the top of her lungs.

“Calm down sweetie it’s not that bad.” A woman said, I knew was Leslie immediately; I don’t know why I just knew.

“MUM it’s horrible, I look like a poodle!” The bride screamed.

“Hello.” Georgie knocked cautiously on the door of the room they were in.

“Georgie! I’m so happy you came, God you look beautiful. Your hair looks amazing.”Leslie said, which started a fresh batch of tears from the bride.

“Hey Belle, what’s wrong?” Georgie asked tentatively.

“My hair, look at it. I can’t let Matt see me like this.” Belle said crying and then she spotted me.

“Hi, I’m sorry you have to meet me like this, I’m Belle.” She said kindly.

“Hi, I’m Paris. Seriously it doesn’t look bad.” I said.

“Your Paris, wow you’re beautiful.” Leslie said kindly.

“Thank you. You must Leslie?” I said with a big smile.

“I am. I hear you have had a quite a time with my dear sister.” She asked.

I laughed and shook my head, “Yeah I have.” Leslie gave me a sympathetic smile and a look that said we will talk about it later. We turned out attention to Belle and Georgie.

“Georgie, who did your hair? I love it. That what I wanted the stupid hair dresser.” Belle asked.

“Uh well Paris did actually.” Georgie said looking at me.

“Paris? Please can you fix my hair? Please.” Belle asked virtually begging me, a fresh batch of tears threatening to spill over.

“Yeah of course, but you have to stop crying. It’s your wedding day, and I am sure your fiancée will think your beautiful even if you wear a garbage bag.” I said.

“Ok, I’m done.” She said laughing, her straight white teeth and her deep green eyes shining.

“Oh thank god.” Leslie said laughing. “Come on Georgie; help me finish the wedding favours.”

So I fixed her hair and we chatted easily, just as I was fixing her fringe she talked a little more seriously.

“So you and Nathan hey?” Belle asked.

“Yeah, me and Nathan.” I smiled.

“So you like him a lot?” She asked.

“I do, he is such a good guy.”

“Ok so I’m just going to get the awkward talk out of the way, blah, blah if you hurt him Ill hurt you...blah, blah, blah.”She smiled.

I laughed, “Don’t worry I promise I won’t hurt him. So you guys are close then?” I asked, trying to more information, Nathan only tells me the must know about his family and I wanted to know more.

“Well yeah, he lived with us for a lot of his teenager years. Didn’t he tell about this?”

“No he didn’t, he tends to be kind of...closed off about his family. I mean he told me all about your mum, dad, you, Georgie and Jake and Chelsea but that’s it really."

“Yeah that sounds like him. But you did meet his mum yesterday didn’t you?” She asked.

“I did, she was...she really doesn’t like me.” I said.

“That’s Martine. Look Paris don’t worry yourself to much about her, that’s who she is unfortunately.”

“Hmm I know. Anyway this is your day, so do you like your hair?” I asked.
She looked like she was about to cry again. “I love it, seriously. Thank you so much.” She smiled a genuine smile, and soon was enveloped in hugs by her bride’s maids who had just arrived.


The ceremony was beautiful and the bride was blushing, she wore this ballroom type dress with a fitted bodice and some high blue shoes which could only be seen when she lifted her gown. Her three bride’s maids wore this champagne coloured strapless dresses, they looked lovely too. The ceremony was in this open chapel, near bushland and there was this beautiful waterfall behind the couple streaming away.

The ceremony lasted for about 45 minutes and then we headed to the reception. Nathan and I went in the car with Lesley and Brad, Brad was really lovely very genuine.

“So are you two staying with us tonight?” Lesley asked.

“If that’s ok. Honestly one night with mum was too much.” Nathan said and put his hand on my leg and running it up and down my thigh, this boy didn’t know how much he affected me.

“No worries, Belle and Matt are staying in the hotel near town, and on Monday there going to Tahiti.” Lesley said.

“Oh and Nathan, we have decided we approve of Paris, she saved the day for Belle, she is smart and she is beautiful.” Lesley said.

“Well that’s good, because I kind of like her too.” Nathan said, nudging me gently.

The reception hall was beautiful, high ceilings and a white and gold colour skim. Belle and Matt looked so happy; they were smiling at each other and seemed untouchable and so in love. Soon after the couple’s first dance, I convinced Nate to dance with me. Just as Nate and I made our way to the dance floor and you’ve got the love by Florence and the Machines started playing.

“I don’t think I have told you how beautiful you look tonight.”Nate said with his lips close to my ear.

I smiled, “You look pretty handsome yourself.”I said laying my head on his chest.

“So Lesley and Brad love you, Les pulled me aside and said that you were perfect.”

“Really? Well I’m happy; I like them a lot to. I haven’t had a chance to meet your sister or brother yet.”

“I think Chelsea is staying at Lesley’s tonight too. But you can meet Jake tomorrow.”He said.

We danced for the rest of the song Nathan holding me as we could get to each other and for that song nothing else mattered.

“Paris?”

“mmm?”

“I...I love you.” He said, I looked up at him and he met my eyes for a second before looking away.

“Really?” I asked quietly.

I felt him gulp, at my response “Yes.”His voice was barely a whisper.

“Well that’s good. Because I love you too.” Relief flooded his body, and I felt him melt into me again. I pulled him down and he kissed me and it was one of the best kisses I have had experienced, so deep and arghhhh it was just amazing...