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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GRIFFIN E. WALKER October, 2014
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
My best friend went crazy. She thought I was crazy. It made me laugh but I shrugged it off. I was doing her a favour.
After what her boyfriend told me about at least pretending like things were good, I thought it was a decent idea. I had a lot of time on my hands considering that my plans of self-isolation were going accordingly. That's what led me to try and put up a better upfront. Other than me disliking Harry, Nadine and I had no problems.
Not that this was a problem.
But I could tell it hurt her. She was much more sensitive than I was and things affected her different to how I experienced everything. That was normal, I suppose. Saying that, though, if there was something, I could do in order to make her life easier, than I didn't see why I wouldn't.
Also, I was slightly interested in how this would turn out. How long it would take for one of us to snap and send the other to fucking hell. I was already laughing at the thought.
"Okay, so, no one will be home because everyone's got class. Well, other than Wesley. He's out, doing god knows what," Nads chuckled as she put a glass of water in front of me. That was the only thing I drank. Other than alcohol.
"Cool," I nodded as I scrolled down my phone. "God. I haven't been out in ages. Wanna go out tonight?"
"I wish," she sighed as she sat down next to me. I grimaced as that option of mine was out the window. No one was as fun as drunk Nadine. It's like she became this completely other version of herself, one that wanted to dance on top of a table—I have video proof of it—and dared me to down five shots in a row with her. "Harry is gonna be home finally. I wanna spend some time with him, you know?"
"Please tell me you didn't fuck him where I'm sitting," I snapped my head towards her as the idea popped in my mind. The thought of it made me want to end my shit right then and there. The fact that I had it in me to even ask, just confirmed that it had happened before.
"Katherine wasn't pleased either," she chuckled and I gagged. It's one thing that they fuck on their couch but to be busted by a roommate... nah, keep it away from me. Especially because it's Harry. "You're thinking about it—Griffin!" I laughed as she hit me in the shoulder. "Griffin! Stop it."
"Sorry-sorry," I hid away from her as my phone fell into my lap and slipped between the couch cushions. "Fucking hell... what's taking him so long?" I groaned. "Is he wanking or something? Did I come over at the wrong time?"
"I'm not wanking but the fact that you're thinking about it, is disturbing," came the response from Mr Wanky. Hah. Mr Wanky. Good one, Griff.
"Yay! Finally," I fake cheered and put my hands in the air. This was the last place I wanted to be. But I had no other choice. Making Nadine happy was priority tonight. After her family troubles—which neither of us liked to bring up—this was the least I could do. Oh, and after I had been isolating myself from literally everyone I know. Yeah. Maybe I had been a bad friend lately but I needed my own space to figure my shit out. Which wasn't going how I wanted it to go, just in case anyone cares. "Let's get this cash flowing, hey?"
