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 October, 2014
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
The soft flesh under my palms, my lips on hot skin and my hair on my forehead, I was in complete awe of the feeling that rushed through me. Little noises filled the room as I buried my face in between a pair of gorgeous thighs and curled my fingers to grip and keep my girl in one place.
"Harry," she breathed my name, barely there yet everywhere. I swam in the way my name rolled off of her tongue whilst mine lapped away at her wetness, focusing on her clit to make her gasp for air. "Mhm-hmm... please."
"Come for me," I mumbled, my voice deep as I pressed my face against her. My nose bumped into her as I pushed my tongue further inside of her, the warmness hugged my wet muscle tightly as she clenched. Pulling back to swap my mouth for my fingers, I encouraged her. "Come on, baby. Come on my tongue."
"Oh, god," she panted as she reached down to grip my hair. My eyes travelled up her body, her stomach flexed although missing her usual belly-button piercing. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked right into her eyes, the familiar pair now seeming rather strange. "Harry... fuck me."
"What the..." I jumped up from the bed, stumbling backwards with my hand rushing through my hair when I saw my girlfriend's face morph into Griffin Walker.
My whole chest heaved up and down as my eyes popped open and I sat up in bed.
A dream. That was all a dream.
Okay. Maybe not a dream. That was a fucking nightmare and a half.
Jesus.
I needed a cold bloody shower after that experience and I washed my mouth out three times with the mouthwash that I did not own. But I had to. Because I wasn't about to get to work with that shit lingering anywhere on me or in me. In me—in my mind.
Why the fuck was I dreaming about eating the witch out? Why did Nadine morph into her? It made no sense.
Absolutely none.
The only thing I could blame it on was the encounter we had the day I found her to talk about the birthday party. Which was just not working out the way I anticipated it would.
Firstly, Griffin was no help. I didn't get her number from her the day I foolishly followed her home on the bus. I just wanted her to sort this out for me, more than with me, because I wasn't the best at planning shit. I gladly would have paid her for it as well until I realised, she had money. Also, asking for her number would have been a disaster. I only had Nadine to ask and if I'd done that, the whole party would have ended up in flames.
Secondly—and probably finally—, I had no time on my hands to get into it properly. If I wasn't in class, I was at work. It was a constant cycle and I never thought it would end. I had to squeeze spending time with my girlfriend between that and it was just a little too hectic. This year being the last I would spend at university—or in education in general—it meant that things would be a little too much to handle. I just wasn't prepared to tackle it.
