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 December, 2014
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Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
I was bored. Swear I have never been so bored. So much to do yet: I was bored. The amount of work to complete for my classes should have worried me. Then, that worry should have motivated me to get it done. But nothing. All that my mind focused on was how bored it was.
My cousin was not home. Busy being the big bad boss he was, that left me all alone. Should have been used to it, honestly, he was never home for longer than absolutely necessary. Don't get me wrong, it was fantastic to have the whole apartment to myself, though it got quite scary sometimes. The lock was never undone, ensuring that the only person able to enter was him.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Before going home, Nadine would usually spend a couple of nights here so we could stack up on some best friend energy before we don't see each other for a whole month. Now, she did not want to see me at all.
Nadine Miller was so mad at me that she said I am not invited over for the Secret Santa gift exchange thing. The fact that she was also mad at her boyfriend should have made me feel better, perhaps a little victorious knowing he got the same end of the stick as I, but it did nothing for me.
Personally, I thought she was blowing this out of proportion. Her anger towards me built on hanging out with Joe was one thing that I could understand and would want to genuinely apologise for. I could see why it hurt her feelings to this extent. What does not make sense is her being so bothered by the fact that the boyfriend and I spent some time together. I mean, is that not what she strived for since we came back to university from the summer? Wishing for nothing but me and Harry Styles to get along so she can enjoy her final year with us by her side?
Unless it was the fact that we skipped her event. Which was not on us since she was the one who sent us away. Spending that time in a pub was one simple way of coping with being ditched by the one person we made effort for to step out of the house on the last teaching day.
Regardless, she was mad. From what I have heard, she brought her travel day forward and left as soon as she gave her Secret Santa gift over to whoever she got. Whether or not that was true, I did not know. Think it was Adrian. Speaking of him, that lad was very suspicious to me. I mean, how did he manage to take my place? As far as I knew, the only thing he cared about was growing the tally he kept in the back of his diary and now, he suddenly found more joy in tending to my best friend's needs than his own?
Like I said: suspicious.
Seeing as the world was my oyster and all the time within it was also in my possession, I found it to be the perfect opportunity to clean out this place a little bit. Not because it was messy but because I needed to do something that was not lying in my bed or on the couch, rewatching my comfort shows. That was certainly not a personality trait and so I had to remind myself of that by doing chores. Then, to reward myself for being such an amazing house-wife, I ordered a pizza, garlic bread and some cookies from Domino's and went right back to what I wanted to stop doing. Homing in on the couch.
