Runaway affair

Why Did It Have To Be Me?

Why Did It Have To Be Me?- ABBA

The press made them out to be a mockery.

Something Elizabeth had been accustomed to as the criticism comes with her lifestyle. Media outlets had a heyday when they found out the history behind the twos relationship. Most importantly, when the whole Bradley incident went down.

The soccer star never thought about the dangers and the risks that came with loving someone in the spotlight. They had done it so secretly before but now, as it stood out in the public, things began to get rowdy.

That didn't mean the couple was going to break up because of what people thought about them.

Greg watched through the rearview mirror as Elizabeth wiped her fallen tears. She tried her best to hide the hurt and the pain she felt when it came to reading the articles. Her bodyguard was no outsider her private crumble. He zipped down the roads back to her home. 

The black SUV skid to a rough stop as it reached Soho. A small apartment, on the west side, came into view once she pulled the gaze from her phone. The door soon opened, filling the car with the coolness of the New York air.

It had been quite a bit since she had been here. Well, a few months just before getting back with Ford. 

When she walked inside, everything was just as how she left it all those months ago. Some random advertisement flyers laid at the doorstep but the interior seemed to be frozen in time. 

It was the place they used to call theirs. 

Just when everything else seemed to be empty and boring as before, something caught her eye. A massive bouquet of roses sat polished on the marble countertop. A white card, shining through the red, perched to her viewing.

"Greg?" she called out, glancing around for the bodyguard. "Yes, Ms. Olsen?" he replied, stepping past the foyer. "When did these get here?" the actress questioned. Greg couldn't mask the ghost of his smirk upon her question.

"I believe this morning. The man said they were from your secret admirer" Greg recalled. Lizzie blew out a breath, letting light chuckles overtake her body. "From my mother?" she quirked.

Jarnette, Elizabeth's mother, had often sent flowers each time she arrived back in New York. It was at most her way of saying, welcome home. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I am not entirely sure who it was" he apologized, straightening his tie. The actress nodded back to him, Greg soon turning on his heel to give her the privacy.

Elizabeth reached out anxiously, the soft padding of the card brushed against her fingertips. She gasped upon reading what was written on the inside. 

'My love Elizabeth, 

A little birdie told me roses were one of your favorites so I hope you'll accept these as a token of my love. Have a wonderful weekend in NY, I'll be thinking of you everyday.

I love you so much,

FG'

She felt the tears weld up in her eyes for the second time that day. Her heart swelled with love as her glanced over the small card over and over. In some way, this had made her forget the press.

The actress didn't hesitate to reach for her phone to call and thank her lover. Ford picked up on the first ring, slightly expecting the call but holding his breath for her reaction. 

"Hi, darling" he smiled into the phone. Her heart leapt in her chest just by hearing his voice. It had only been a few days since she had seen him but she was yearning to be back in his arms already.