Runaway affair

making the bed

making the bed- Olivia Rodrigo

No one POV:

She chucked the ring at him, tears falling from her rosy cheeks. He could feel his heart break into two.

This familiar feeling of pain often seemed to be a reoccurring thing now, especially for the two of them. In time, the truth always reveals itself, snaking out and into the openness where things become complicated.

He watched as she ran off, sobs wracking through her body as she went. The man couldn't wrap his head around it, why was she the one crying?

She didn't deserve any type of pity for her doing. It was wrong, mischievous. He couldn't seem to find any happiness, everything often ending in pain. A knowing feeling not only he felt but the one he once loved.

Let's rewind....

Elizabeth boarded the next flight to Los Angeles, that morning. Her face remained red, tears now subsiding in her eyes. Her leg bounced nervously as she clutched her carry on close to her chest. She couldn't believe how much could change in the span since first arriving in London.

The speakers overhead came out muffled, loud but unclear. The airport was fairly empty upon her arrival, the aircraft much the same. The actress wanted nothing more than to wallow in the pity and embarrassment she felt.

Ford woke up alone that morning, the blonde wandering out of the room while he slept. The  sound of her infamous humming, vibrant and upbeat was nowhere to be heard. The flat seemed unusually quiet.

The soccer star rose from the bed, gold chain dangling from his neck. His fingers thumbed through the soft fabric of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Padding out the door, he was met with soundless chatter.

The living room once occupied by the laughter coming from Florence as she watched a random show, was not in sight. He continued to the large kitchen, cabinets still ajar from when Elizabeth had gone through them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his girlfriend. The sliding glass door to the backyard was cracked, releasing a light breeze inside. Her back rested against the padding of the whicker furniture.

As Ford pulled open the door, he heard the whispers and hushed words falling from her lips. His curiosity ran deeper and in so he fully stepped outside. 

Florence seemed startled, quick to end the call with whoever was on the other end. "G'morning sleepyhead! I thought you'd never get up" the blonde chuckled. The soccer star cracked a small smile as he moved to sit beside her. 

"Who were you talking to?" he wondered, placing his arm around the back of the chair. "Just work" she sighed. A large script placed gently on ottoman where her feet laid. The man hummed in reply, his focus away.

"Flo, I never ever should've done what I did. It wasn't fair to you at all, I promised you once that I wouldn't hurt you the way I was but I broke that" he mumbled. Florence snuck her hand over to his, interlocking them.

"I know. You only kissed her? You swear?" she asked, looking over to him. His deep blue eyes looked back into hers, no shadow of a lie behind them. "I swear. I would would never do anything like that, you have my word" he replies.

Florence looked conflicted, wanting to believe him. She wants to trust him, be honest with him but it just seemed so hard especially for her. With Elizabeth out of the picture for now, she knew she had no worries.

He was still wrapped around her finger, she now had the upper hand.

"I believe you" she nodded, continuing shortly after. "So I forgive you too" Florence chimed. Ford's eyes went wide, shaking his head violently at her words. "How can you do that? I don't deserve it" he exclaimed.