Runaway affair

All Too Well

All Too Well- Taylor Swift

No One POV:

'I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something bout' it felt like home somehow'

"Lizzie this place is beautiful" he smiled, upon entering her home for the first time. He paced around, wandering about the meticulous house. It seemed just fit for her.

His brown hair dwindled within the crevices of the inside of his jacket. The curls peaked out from just behind his ear, as his eyes lit up.

"Yeah?" Elizabeth questioned in return, fearing for the tiniest amount of judgement from the man in front of her. "Its incredible and it's totally you! I mean this house screams Lizzie Olsen" Ford chuckled, in response.

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms carefully around her small body. His bold chin rested upon her shoulder as they swayed back in forth. "But it's not as beautiful as you, my love" he smiled into her neck.

She tried to shy away at the compliment, turning her head to face him. "That was very cliche Grant" Elizabeth giggled as the feeling of kisses being placed behind her ears. "You make me very sentimental, Miss Olsen" he replied, pressing a chaste kiss as he held her in his arms.

'We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate, Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days'

"I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl. Talkin bout my girl" the pair sang in unison. The man particularly more loud than the woman, who wanted to know this song was about her.

His hand delicately slid into hers, clutching onto one another. It just felt right, she was happy, he was happy. Everything was great.

Ford had somehow convinced the girl to take a weekend getaway together before the twos schedules had gotten too busy. Elizabeth agreed, of course, not daring to turn down a minute with the man she loved.

For the entire road trip, they sang song after song for countless hours on end. He had decided to take her to his cabin up in the mountains, where the cold rang true. The mountaintops were filled with snow, even though it had just reached march, snow still trickled down.

He had seemingly fallen deeper in love with her, if that was even possible. Anyone could tell by the way he looked at her, or perhaps the way he even talked about her. In every conversation he did his best to restrain himself when thinking of the green-eyed girl.

But almost all of the time he couldn't.

He liked to think that she felt the same way, talking about him, looking at him. Even so much as to love him as much as he did her. But he couldn't be certain, after all, he wanted to keep the thoughts to himself.

However, he went out of his way to prove the depths of his love. And she, well she was just happy to be receiving it.

''Cause there we are again on that little town street, You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me'

And, for a while, everything seemed normal.

Just a couple in love, doing coupley things in public. But in spite of this, the fame began to grow with both of their careers.

They seemed to drift just a bit, but that was life. That was what they had chosen for themselves.

Often, they would go out to a romantic dinner here and there. But it was much less than they would when they first met and began dating.

"How about Saturday?" he questioned, drying the dishes in the kitchen as she stood in the living room. "Saturday I have that interview remember? But maybe another time" she responded with a smile.