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:*
Things were okay.
Yeah.
That's one way of describing things, right? You say things are okay when they are, well, okay.
Describing weird situations was hard, especially for someone like me who'd rather ignore what is going on and then pretend like it never happened. It was easier and didn't require as much effort. Call me lazy but I didn't like conflict, especially with people I loved. It made things difficult and sometimes, even worse than how it started out.
Things blew over and everything was normal. That's how I liked things, without the drama regarding matters that could have been sorted in one conversation. Regardless of this, the birthday dinner planned for Nadine was tonight which excited me as I finally had one of the happier reasons to lift alcohol to my mouth and cause my mind to go on a little holiday.
Work's been tough this past week, with no time to go out. Every time I'd leave for my shift, the house was vibing, lights on and music, alcohol on the table with a group of people around. Prinks usually took place at our house with the only rule of not leaving the scene trashed before heading out. So, safe to say I've been jealous of my mates, going out and having a blast without me. Suppose that's what I get for having a job that needs me during sociable hours.
As Nadine was getting ready in our room, I watched her from the comfort of our bed, hands behind my head and ankles crossed. She'd catch my stare in the mirror when our eyes would meet and she chuckled every time, no words shared between us. She applied her makeup carefully, could almost call it delicate, making her cheekbones look pointier and more defined, drawing her lips with a pencil to then filling them in with a lipstick.
"Can you stop staring at me?" she groaned as she turned around, though her eyes gave away just how hard it was not to smile. The only reaction she got from me was a smirk.
I had the prettiest girlfriend and as hard as it was to deal with everyone giving her the eyes every time we went out, times like these made up for it. I could gawk at her as much as I wanted, without anyone making any comments about how much of a creep I am or how smitten I am. It's hard not to be, when she looks so good all the time.
That got me thinking. Whether or not I was with her for her looks. I mean, she was smart on top of being so gorgeous, but honestly? A lot has been running through my head recently. This whole thing with meeting the parents... I tried to not think back to it, because as I said, it requires tremendous amount of effort and I was glad to leave it behind us, but at the same time, it was a little bit like, what if this is a sign?
Okay. Yeah. That sounds stupid, I know.
But maybe, this was life telling me I wasn't ready to be with her forever. Which was never my intention, honestly. I wanted to get laid when we first met and as bad as that sounds because of the complications it could have come with seeing as we were housemates for the first year of our university, the moral of the story is that I was never meant to end up with her. Even my very first thought was regarding her appearance, and my boyish needs that needed satisfying overpowered everything else until I suppose I fell for her.
