Runaway affair

Slow Hands

Slow Hands- Niall Horan

(I ate 5 apples while writing this, I'm sick to my stomach now but I sincerely hope you enjoy!)

No One POV:

She nudged him back, catching the man off guard. "Ford- We shouldn't. You're hurt and just out of relationship" The actress reasoned. Shaking her head, she swore she saw the lag of attention behind his eyes. So blue, bantering for her to help.

The scent. She could still smell from it his lingering position. "Are you drunk?" Elizabeth quarreled, huffing angrily. Her emotions now prominent, feeling like she had been tricked. Ford scoffed at that.

Sure he had sipped on two or three glasses of brandy before the Uber had arrived, but that didn't mean he was drunk. She could see it now, the swaying of his body and the mere adjustments of his posture.

The soccer star wasn't much of a drinker. In fact, most of the time he went out, he opted for water. So the question posed to her, why was he here? Drunk and trying to kiss her out of nowhere.

"No" he chuckled back in defense. She threw her hands up in frustration, seething at the situation. The actress felt vulnerable and at the time Ford was someone she could confide in, given their past.

"Get out of my house" she exclaimed. She had begun her walk over to the front door, prying it open slightly. "You can't be serious" he rebutted, catching her gaze. She didn't make any attempt to reply, instead pointing her finger at the door.

He sucked at his teeth, releasing with a click. "I was serious about what I said, you know" Ford muttered as he got closer. "You don't know what you fucking want, Ford. Clearly your priorities are elsewhere" Elizabeth shouted back.

He couldn't mask the hiccup that escaped his lips which confirmed her suspicions. What she said was true but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt to hear. The soccer star hung his head, sighing deeply.

"I'm staying nearby, if you change your mind" he muttered out. She didn't falter, keeping her respective gazed on the door as she slammed it shut. The actress couldn't believe the nerve he had.

Outside, he sat on the brick stairs leading up to the house. He looked out, meeting the eye line of a few of the actress's bodyguards that watched over the massive property.

Both were built men, taller and stronger than the brunette man. They were still the same, even remembering him from those years back. It took a lot of pleading to even be allowed past the giant iron gates that blocked off the driveway.

He couldn't recount how long he had been sat there, well over an hour at least. The haziness, long gone now as he sipped on a bottle of water one of the guards had brought him.

On the outside, they seemed tough and kept this filter to protect the actress. However, that didn't mean they weren't rooting for the former couple to get back together. They had been present through their ups and downs as well.

They could probably recall the night Elizabeth sent Ford out on his ass after he said something about her job. Of course, it was harmless. But the men were there to talk some sense into the younger man, as they had their own share of experiences with their spouses.

Eventually, he went by her word and left. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he care much in that moment. He was in the wrong, out of line by showing up intoxicated.

He had to do something, but what? That he wasn't sure of yet.

Elizabeth wandered back to her garden sniffling. She slid down onto the tiny bench stationed between two trees. It was peaceful as it has always been, aiding in comfort.