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 December, 2014
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Even during these cold times, the gym was packed. Barely any moving space closer to the peak times of the day just meant that working out was either an option very early in the morning or very late in the afternoon. Working every night left me the early options though with my shifts ending at six in the morning, sometimes, I just lacked the energy to be lifting weights or running on the treadmill.
The holidays were quite away still, hence my staying in London. Unlike all of my friends, I needed to stay here, purely because I needed space and an empty house provided me with just that. The way Nadine left me here, with us being in such a funk, working through my feelings and what to do next was my main priority.
This is why my past did not include relationships. During my school years, everyone in my friendship group had a girlfriend and there was I, alone. Not looking for sympathy, not then, not now. Wasn't looking for a wife at the age of sixteen, either. Being committed to someone during your teenage years seems kind of strange to me. I always thought a person is meant to grow on their own before tying themselves to someone else. In all honesty, Nadine was my first proper girlfriend.
Yep.
Hard to believe. It would be, for someone who only heard rumours about me. Pretty unaware of how they come about, though. Seeing as there never is any truth to them. The fact that my name is associated with cheating, lying and manipulating, it is slightly alarming, though nothing that should affect my personal career or stop me from living my life to its fullest. People enjoy talking, whether their topic is purely gossip or truth is not a factor that matters much. But only if they knew that everything that is out there, regarding me and my doings, is nothing short of someone's imagination, they'd fail to find me entertaining.
Nevertheless, my time alone was for the simple purpose of sorting myself out. Needing a way to figure out just how to do that, waking up early on my day off seemed like a fair decision. After a quick breakfast, I was already at the gym, doing my usual workout.
Funny story about me and the gym. The first time I stepped a foot in an environment as such, the intimidation that shot through me and made me freeze in that spot, was absolutely unlike anything that I have ever experienced. Seeing so many people in their own little world, working out and disregarding everyone else around them was so strange. Never having been to a gym before, it was certainly shocking. Therefore, to overcome the unfamiliarity of it all, putting the money I received for starting university to good use, I got myself a personal trainer. I learned the basics, the things that were necessary then went my own way from then on.
After sweating out everything I had in me, I hit the showers. Getting in, working out, getting out. As fast as possible. As little interaction with anyone as possible. Wasn't anti-social, nor did I believe I was better than others in there. Simply, my mood was nowhere near where it should've been for something as basic as human interaction. There were a few people here whom I knew, chatted to them sometimes, even grabbed lunch a few times. Gym friends were different to class friends, to work friends, to the friends you've had for a while.
