They met at the wrong time under the wrong circumstances, in a world that was not theirs. They had no choice but to move on from each other.
Five years later, Griffin Walker and Harry Styles meet again. How will it end this time?
LOVE BUILT ON LIE...
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HARRY E. STYLES September, 2014
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Something about this academic year being my last did not excite me as much as anticipated by many other students. Sure, I was ready to be out of here and on my own but before all of that, I had thousands of words to write and even more to speak through presentations to make it to that final graduation ceremony where they'd call out my name and gift me with a piece of paper I paid £9,250 for, for three years in a row.
Not to mention the maintenance loan I also had next to my name, making my debt quite laughable, really.
As I sat on the couch at Eclectic, the music thumped in my ears and pushed my foot to move against the floor, matching the beat perfectly. With my right hand on the back of the furniture, I smirked when I caught glimpse of my girlfriend, coming my way with two drinks in her hands.
She had to have been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. She was smart and gorgeous, a proper introvert with the sexiest wild side when it was just us two in the bedroom. I ruined her, that's for sure. She was nothing I ever thought I'd deserve yet she stayed with me through all of my shit. I have known her since we started university—we actually lived in the same townhouse in our first year and that was how we met.
That's how I knew my closest friends. Well, other than Katherine—last name Sherlock—, whom I've known since primary school. Which only left two dickheads and those were Adrian Walsh and Wesley Atkins. There were three other people in our townhouse but we didn't get along with them, we just weren't the same people. So, the five of us decided to move in for our second and third year after those dreadful eight months in student accommodation.
"Here you go," my girl grinned at me as she placed the glass on the table and I pulled her on my lap, carefully, since she still held her drink. Instantly, I pressed a kiss to her cheek and linked my arms over her, my fingers intertwining on her stomach.
I watched as she sipped on her drink with a straw, her body moved around as she enjoyed the music. It made me smile to see her be so happy because she'd been extremely stressed over the summer with all her family drama going on. On top of that, she wasn't exactly the type to spend her nights at a club so the fact that she was out and drinking meant that she was stepping out of her comfort zone.
She must have noticed me staring at her because the next thing I knew, her lips were locked on mine with her hands on my cheeks. I couldn't help myself when I gripped her thighs and parted her lips with my tongue to deepen the kiss. My right hand swam up her body, bumping into her tits which I loved therefore couldn't leave without a sensual squeeze. It caused her to gasp and me to smirk before I went back in for a kiss, my hand around her neck. Soon, her fingers brushed through my hair and she pulled on the curls, making me instantly moan into her mouth. The loud music blocked it out completely but she heard me perfectly.
