Runaway affair

Umbrella

Umbrella- Rihanna

Ford POV:

The next morning was nothing short of perfect.

I laid beside her in bed as she slept peacefully. Her chest moved up and down with each breath she took. The white sheets were covering the lower portion of her body as an incandescent glow circulated her facial features.

One of my old, discarded club t-shirts was adorning her body. It suited her much better than it did me. To me, I felt a sense of pride seeing her in it. Bringing me back to the memories we first shared together.

The silent vibration of my phone pulled my gaze away from her, much to my dismay. Max, my sweet, wonderful, amazingly talented publicist was already calling me.

I slipped out of bed, doing my best not to wake her as she mumbled out words sleepily. The bedroom door closed with a creak and my breath was caught in my throat. Nonetheless, she drifted back to sleep despite my absence.

Max greeted me ecstatically, a little too chipper if I say so myself. "I see you both decided this wasn't just PR anymore" she stated, a smirk evident in her voice. "How did you-?" the woman was quick to cut me off.

"Paparazzi were outside your apartment last night, caught a couple of photos of you both" she explained. Those fucking people have no respect for peoples privacy at all. In fact, I noticed it was much worse in California than in Manchester.

"Anyways, no big deal considering everyone in the media knew you were technically "together". Just a warning would've been nice, Ford" Max scolded. "Right, sorry" I blushed. She bid her goodbyes, nothing newer than when she had called me yesterday.

These past few weeks had been a whirlwind to say the least. Elizabeth and I were fighting but then confessed our feelings for each other, she ignored me and now she's my girlfriend, again.

Aside from that, today was a very important day for me and for the city of Manchester all together.

We are taking on Manchester City in the Carabao Cup. This was something I had been working towards since I began club. It was a matchup that could effect my EFL Cup career, which was a bit concerning to say the least.

It was already early in the morning, nearing eight am. My mind has already begun racing, even after beating Chelsea last week in Semis.

With my mind occupied, I was doing everything I could to remain sane and solely focused on todays game. Even while I have my actress girlfriend in my bed, sound asleep right now.

A hand on my shoulder soon knocked me from my scrambling thoughts. Lizzie. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, intertwining with one another once they reached around my neck.

Her lips brushed against the blade of my shoulder from behind, whispering a soft greeting into my ear. "You weren't in bed when I woke up" she pouted, teasingly. My head tilted backwards, meeting her grinning gaze.

Lizzie was quick to kiss me, pecking my lips a few times. "I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind" I sigh, pulling away. She made her way around the couch, leaning into my side once she took a seat.

"You have nothing to worry about, Ford. Manchester is so damn lucky to have you and I know you're going to do great today" she reassured. Her eyes softening as she spoke. It always felt weird when she looked at me like that.

Like she took pity on me.

I mumbled a thank you and watched as she moved happily to the small kitchen. "Coffee?" she asks, moving around a bit through the cabinets and drawers. "You're offering to make coffee in my kitchen?" I chuckle.