Runaway affair

Save Your Tears

Save Your Tears- The Weeknd

No One POV:

The alcohol buzzed through his system as their lips moved passionately together. Lust, emotions, feelings circulated the room as they continued. His hand cupped her cheeks as they pressed on one another's skin.

She moved closer than before, her hands now thrown around his neck. Moaning fiercely as the kiss was deepened. His hands gripped at her waist, pulling her into him.

The actress retracted from his arms. She knew this was wrong and she wouldn't let it progress into anything else. Ford was a good man and had a woman who loved him even at his worst.

A moment of realization led the soccer star to abruptly pull back. His hands remained stationed in their former position, quite close. They panted both synchronously, trying to catch their breaths after.

Ford's eyes went wide, his mind running a million miles a minute. Elizabeth stood, shocked. The kiss was nothing less than fervent. The scene was undoubtably awkward. Two ex-lovers seemingly making out while the one has a girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry- I don't even know what I was thinking" he exclaimed. Elizabeth nodded awkwardly, watching as he paced around the room, hands tangled in his hair. It was scary to think about, the whole scene. 

"Ford, listen to me" she signed, moving closer towards his weary figure. Her fingertips brushed against the fabric of his cotton blue shirt. The color complementing his royal eyes that swam with unshed tears.

"Remember that night. When you found me and Bradley? How you felt, what you saw?" the woman question. His reply was just above a light hum acknowledging her words. "I thought you cheated on me" he murmured. She nodded at that.

"You were so angry, so hurt after that night and it ruined our relationship" Elizabeth explained. She took a seat, the spot where she sat earlier that evening. "You and I both know what happens if we did the same thing to Florence" she reminded him.

It was true, he loved the younger girl with all of his heart. She had been the one there to comfort him after everything went down between the former couple in the beginning. Those feelings already ended their relationship once.

"I know, fuck" the man sighed, thumbing his temples. "You have to tell her about this, no secrets. That's the key to a relationship"she said. The soccer star snapped his gaze over to meet her figure that sat there.

"I know you're not talking to me about secrets right now Elizabeth" he warned. After all, she had been the one to keep the major bomb from him. "See this is exactly why we wouldn't work anyways, you're too damn stubborn for your own good" she spat.

Ford rose his eyebrows shooting a dirty look. They would always be close in some things but they would in fact remain less than lovers. 

So there they stood, apart from one another at great distance. One leaving again, the other left alone. It was the same old thing, something that was never brought to the attention of the public while they were together.

To the media, everything was always painted as a perfect picture. But it never was, nothing ever was. 

They were use to them by now, anyways. Being wrongfully painted by the press.

The next evening, Florence arrived back to the flat. Her return was abrupt, as she hadn't planned to be back for a few more weeks. She too had a secret that remained hidden for now. It was something she wasn't proud of.

The younger blonde snuck in the door late. The suitcase she pulled, trailed behind her pattering against the ground. She also hadn't really slept since she arrived in the country, now hoping to catch up on some well needed rest.