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 January, 2015
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
A week into 2015 and I was ready to leave the year behind.
The first day of classes started a little different to what my mind imagined. A nine am lecture definitely not being up there. Saying that, the time of day was the least of my problems. All the work that piled up over the Christmas period... now that started the ball of stress, sitting on my shoulders like it belonged. A week before I started back, I found it appropriate to begin the reading for the essays which were due the Monday my lessons were to begin. Of course, if having to write six-thousand words in five days wasn't bad enough, I still had my literature review to complete for my dissertation and then begin the methodology section. For those, I've had a meeting set with my supervisor who was nice but they can only be nice to you for so long, right? From then on, everything just went wrong.
I got lost on my first day, which was ridiculous because I'd been to most of the rooms in the faculty. On top of being late, the lecturer put me in a group that made me want to gauge my own eyes out for an hour straight. Just before I forget to mention, even before I got to uni, the breakfast I planned on making myself ended up burnt and when I went to fill up my water bottle for the day, the damn thing was nowhere to be seen. With not enough time to find it, I just left, hungry and without a drink. There was also mad traffic on the way to school which made me late. At the canteen, they only had crumbs left and lunch wasn't sold yet. Having a seminar right after my lecture meant that I had to sit through an extra two hours hangry.
What a grand way to start the new year and the rest of my academic life!
The weekend seemed to be kinder to me. Woke up by myself around ten in the morning. The night before, my window was left open which completely cooled my room down. It was only a small crack yet the hours I've spent unconscious were quite long. My head pulsating, it got me out of bed fast enough. Still refusing to take a Nurofen in hopes of it going away by itself, I got myself together slightly and looked through the empty fridge. Sighing, my breakfast ended up being simple toast. I nibbled away on it whilst I placed an order for some groceries to come in.
After not finding the motivation to do much work, I opened the terrace door and moved my painting stuff out there. Having drawn the view multiple times from memory, my next move was to paint it. Being out in the cold was very calming, it allowed me to focus and whilst it didn't occur to me at first, it also caused me to use colder colours.
In my peaceful state, the only thing capable of disturbing my alone time was the damn creation we call mobile phones. Not realising that the ringer had been left on loud, the sharp ring tone of a text coming through decided to shake me out of my own little world. Since there were not many people who could've wanted my attention, it intrigued me to look at the screen. Feeling the regret creep in as my eyes scanned the message, my reply consisted of two words: I'm busy. Apparently, my best friend made it back to London and she had every intention of catching up with me. Thinking she was the only one who needed time to be petty was rather selfish of her. I needed my own time to be petty about this argument and so, as the opportunity presented itself, I decided to take advantage. Incredibly sure of the fact that she had plenty to discuss with her boyfriend, my rejection should've made her feel better about not having to face me so soon.
