Runaway affair

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)- The 1975

No One POV:

It was Tuesday morning.

The memories flashed in Lizzie's head from the night before. Chasing the lips of some one night stand. Her best attempt to hide the pain she felt when she saw Ford's face after the two of them were pictured together.

"Fuck" she howled as she woke up to see the peculiar man rolled in white cotton sheets beside her. His shirt off, revealing his toned figure. And yet, she loathed him for no reason.

In fact it was her fault. All of this was her fault, if she hadn't fucked up she would still be with Ford in the first place.

"Hey beautiful" the man murmured, rolling to face Lizzie. She smiled guiltily, he was a truly nice guy and made her feel comfortable. But he was not the one she wanted.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, now fumbling to sit up, giving his full attention to her. "This was fun" she began, sucking in a deep breath. "But I think it's best I leave" Lizzie finished.

Grabbing the discarded clothing that was scattered around the room. She looked up to see the man doing the same, tossing on a t-shirt and shorts.

Lizzie walked to the door, clinging her purse close to her chest. She ran her hand through the bag before pulling a twenty from her wallet. "Thank you for the drinks" she exclaimed, gently placing the money in his hand.

"It's no trouble at all" he replied with a gentle smile. He inched his arm closer to hers, pushing the money away from him. Lizzie quickly catching the memo, shoved the bill into her pocket.

"Can I call you?" He asked, his eyes hopeful. She only smile again, slowly shaking her head. "Im sorry" she mumbled, quickly exiting the apartment without another word.

The man stood in the doorway, watching the girl in a mess of clothes. He mentally slapped himself, wondering what exactly he had done wrong that she had left so quickly.

So quickly he hadn't even caught her name. However, she looked familiar but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her. Not that it mattered anymore anyways.

Lizzie released a shaky breath as she reached her car. She gripped the steering wheel disappointed with herself that she had just done that. How could she do that? What was wrong with her?

As much as she wanted to drive home and isolate herself for the rest of the week, she wanted to make things right. Mindlessly, she started the engine to her car and placed it into drive.

Halfway across the city, Ford had his head buried in a glass and a half deep in whiskey. The glass slightly watered down as he stared at the text Florence had sent a few hours before.

'I think we need some time apart, with filming and games we haven't been in sync lately. Just know that I love you'.

"Dammit" he belted, slamming his hand to connect with the wooden table. He had tried so hard to make this relationship work, to make no mistakes.

It was healthy, they were happy. But she was right, they seemed like they weren't on the same page but he felt hurt that she never mentioned it to him.

An abrupt knock rang out at the front door. Ford, who was slightly tipsy swayed side to side as we went to answer it.

When he flung open the door,  he came in contact with the person he wanted to see least. By looking at her alone the contents of alcohol fled from his clouded mind.

Now becoming stone cold sober.

It enraged him seeing her stand in front of him, surely she was the one to screw up his and Florence's relationship.