Runaway affair

Heartless

Heartless- The Weeknd

No one POV:

"What are we gonna do?" Elizabeth exclaimed, moving to sit at the end of the bed. Ford remained standing, running his hands about his hair.

"This is so fucking stupid" he muttered. His feet pattered across the carpeted floor. He paced around the room, rubbing at his temples.

"Look I know it's not ideal but it could be worse" Elizabeth tried. He ignored her, scoffing to himself. "Ford" she called to him, grabbing onto his arm.

This brought his attention down to look at her hand, then glanced back to her. She went to speak again but he cut her off, backing from her grasp.

"I'll take the floor" he decided. She watched as he moved swiftly but tiredly. "But you're going to be so uncomfortable" she tried to get him to look back to her.

"We'll it's better than sleeping in the same bed as you " he mumbled. Elizabeth's eyes fell shut, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

"I just wish we could get past everything that happened" she began. "We are not rehashing this right now" he replied, focusing on the task at hand.

Ford POV:

That was the thing that separated us.

I couldn't just go about my life, pretending that nothing happened. What's done is done and there's nothing much either one of us could do about it.

No one POV:

She sighed, pulling herself up from the bed to her suitcase. She scoured the bag in search of clothes suitable for bed.

Elizabeth was right, it wasn't seemingly the best condition. However, it could have been way worse than it was.

When they officially settled in for the night, Lizzie laid comfortably on the bed, while Ford was tossing on his side.

He was a stubborn man. He knew it and she knew it. Despite how persistent she was, she knew that he wouldn't accept help.

"Don't make that face" he spoke out into the darkened room. "What face?" She questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

"The face you always make when you think too hard" he responded, shifting again. "I don't make any face" she shot back, rolling to face him. "Bullshit" he chuckled.

She bit her lip, concentrated on the man who's back was to her. She wanted to reach out to him, to be held in his touch.

But she knew better.

Instead, she turned away from him. Her back now to him, her eyes drifted to the neon lights outside of the window.

The next morning she woke up alone in the room. The one cozy space by the bed, now gone. The pillow and blanket once used were neatly folded in a chair near the door.

As she went to move from her position, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Elizabeth quickly drew the sheets back over her, pretending to be asleep.

Out walked the man she had been looking for. He strolled through the room in nothing but wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Lizzie cracked her eyes open, catching his backside as he looked through his bag. When he turned around his gaze fell to something on his phone.

As he stood there, she let her eyes run over the image of his body. Her mind drifting to when he was on top of her, which now seemed so long ago.

However, up close she could see him more vividly now than she did on the field. He was more vulnerable this way, his guard down as he stood there unaware of the girl.