drift • harry styles

Chapter 17

Hey everyone sorry if I updated late, for those people who still didn’t know why, my grandfather passed away last Sunday, the day I was supposed to update since I hadn’t gotten the chance to update last Saturday. Sorry if this chapter sucks I was just broke, devastated, and sad while writing this.

 

R.I.P Grandpa I love you so much, you will be missed.

 

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Songs for this Chapter (the songs I listened to while writing this Chapter):

-It Ends Tonight by The All American - Rejects

-Not over You by Gavin Degraw

-I Miss You by Blink-182

“Elliot Greywood?” Harry repeated looking confused since his forehead was creased and his brows were furrowed.

“Yeah” I whispered, still staring at the monitor. I stood up and walked towards the front door.

“Who the hell is that?” I heard Niall asked when I walked out of the living room, leaving all of them confused as fuck.

What was he doing here? What did he want?

It had been a year since the last time I had seen him but as I looked at his appearance at the monitor he still hadn’t changed. He was still the same Elliot Greywood I’d known before I left New York.

Was I ready to face him again after what I’d done to him?

Would it be awkward or not?

I took a deep breath before opening the front door revealing the guy who was once special to me and was once the center of my universe, Elliot Greywood.

He looked up and a wide, genuine, and sweet smile that was once my favourite smile in the whole world formed his lips. “Jessamine, it’s great to see you again!” His American accent brought back memories of New York somehow.  I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes when he called me by my second name. I hate that name but he was the only one that made me like it.

Then I realized that I missed New York and my— our crew. We made a lot of memories that would never be easily forgotten.

He enveloped me in a hug, surprising me. “Elliot” I felt my heart sank to the pit of my stomach, feeling guilty to what I did to him before I left NYC to go to England. I could’ve finished it well but I didn’t and I hate myself for that.

His embrace still felt like what I had gotten used to, it felt like home. His scent, his very familiar scent didn’t fail to remind me of New York and the past. He smelled like sunshine mixed with his vanilla scented body wash, his not-so expensive cologne, and nicotine.

“How are you?” He asked as he held me at arms’ length, his expression was so happy that I felt bad because my mind kept on repeating the things I had said and done to this guy and the way he was acting right now like nothing had happen the last time we saw each other made my heart ache more.