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 November, 2014
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
He seemingly tensed as I sat down next to him, his body moved closer to the side of the couch as if he tried to prevent catching something from me. It caused me to chuckle in my drunken state as my hand tilted the plastic cup I drank out of but said nothing as my eyes travelled over the people in the living room.
Couldn't help but sigh when Joe caught my attention. He's been off with me since the night out we had a while back. Not that he had any right or reason to be mad at me for going off with someone, but he was and there was nothing I could have done about it. Mostly because it didn't bother me too much seeing as I've done nothing wrong. I always made sure people knew what my intentions were and that happened with Joe therefore it was his fault. He was the one who let himself feel anything for me.
"Boyfriend troubles?" Harry asked eventually, sounding as though it poked his side until he couldn't take it anymore so he had to speak up. Took him about ten minutes to acknowledge me which was a new record.
"Are you deflecting your problems onto me?"
Almost offended, he responded. "No."
It was amusing, the way he tried to make me believe otherwise. With every problem there ever was, Nadine turned to me which honestly was something I lived for. I liked to think of myself as a problem solver, a key person in someone's life, the one who keeps all their secrets and offers them the most suitable and honest advice. Not saying that the advice my crazy mind cooked up was rock solid and would only lead to good, positive outcomes though they usually worked. Anything I ever said to someone who was in need of advice was a gut feeling. But obviously, this just meant that I was all up in certain people's business.
Suppose he wasn't a fan of that. Harry, I mean. Every time we spoke, it was bound to be about the problems he had with his relationship. If you ask me, that's quite sad. Imagine being with someone and the most you do together is argue over... well, pretty much everything there is to argue about. As happy as they made each other, I was hoping one would dump the other's ass because this was honestly tiring me out. A third wheel of this relationship. I didn't even want to think about what it was like being one of the main characters.
Thankfully, I didn't have the time to do that.
Meg pulled me up from my seat and threw her arm around me, continuing to sing the song playing. Well, shout it at me. But who cares about the specifics? No one, especially not me. I was glad I got dragged along to this because otherwise, I would have ended up crying in my room tonight. There was too much on my mind, the stress on my shoulders weighing me down and it felt like it wouldn't stop until my body was at the bottom of the ocean, my lungs filled with water.
Wesley was the one who pulled me to the shore for a while. He texted me and asked if I'd want to go out with him and a few of his mates, which turned out to be a little white lie since the only person he brought was Harry. Couldn't blame him for it, he knew rather well that him and I did not get along. Though we were better now than a month ago, it was clear that we both liked to stay as far from one another as it was possible.
