Runaway affair

Jealous

Jealous- Nick Jonas

No one POV:

Lights flashed in every direction.

It seemed like an impossible lightning storm the pair couldn't escape. Their names shouted, making it awfully difficult to determine who was the source. Although, normal for the woman, not too much to her accomplice. 

That was what he told himself. That this wasn't his usually setting, in the public eye with a partner at his side. He had been lying to himself of course. It had been many times before that he had been out and about with his famous ex, America had grown particularly fond of.

He found himself wanting to hide, dastardly watching from afar. But he couldn't, this was what he had wanted.

Or was it.

That estranged night he pounded onto the Pugh woman's door, he had no other thoughts. Yet, he wanted to feel something. And the alcohol in his body had grown to a largely numbing amount.

Sure he wanted to pretend for that night. So why did he stand there so broadly on the red carpet, asking for exactly the opposite. This was no longer the fairytale he desired to live in that night, this was real life.

The shouting reminded him of the bastard of a man he had once called a friend those summer nights that seemed so far ago now. Where he had sat belatedly drunk with his teammate and his lover.

Lover.

That word left a sour taste in his mouth. But often, he remembered those nights fondly, to him that seemed like the last time he had actual fun.

He has had his fare share of moments with Florence, there was no doubt about that. Some more private than the others. But it was a different kind of fun. 

"Mr. Grant, how does it feel to be the new member of Manchester United?" a man asked, his camera not falling short of the incredulous amount of flashes. Ford, keeping his demeanor polite and professional, only nodded at the man.

It was only moments later that he and his partner were escorted off of the carpet and into another room. "I can finally breath" Florence chuckled, holding an abundant amount of her dress in her hands.

She looked absolutely beautiful tonight. Her red dress fit perfect with Fords suit, the two complementing each other. It was the night of the Oscars, sunshine filled the skies of Los Angeles.

"After you" Ford gestured to his date, following quietly behind her as they had found their seats. Florence hadn't been in the running for anything that night, but she had been called upon to present an award.

'It was a prestigious award' the man thought. He was taken aback a bit by the surroundings and the surreal feeling in this moment. But he was quick to acknowledge that tonight was not about him.

Comfortable at the side of his actress partner, he gazed around at the others in the chairs around him. A vibrant Billy Porter sat on the other side of Florence, the two having a ball talking about God knows what.  

However, for the man his attention was.... elsewhere. His ears perked at the sound of the most contagious laugh, a familiar sound. 

His head snapped adjacently behind him to the blonde who sat with perfect posture in her chair. Her lips were tinted a dark red, a bold choice he thought rather peculiarly. She rested her hand on the arm of a man next to her.

He too wore a smile on his face, upon seeing how much his company was enthralled by him. Fords lips were sucked back into his mouth, attempted to control an emotion he hadn't felt in a while.