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 January, 2015
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Things were bound to get worse before they got better. That's what people said all the time, right? Have to let go of the bad to allow the good to come. Whilst it is difficult to bare it, the thought of the future holding something better managed to ease the suffering.
Well, I hoped it would.
In that moment, everything sucked. It felt like we stood in a cemetery. Griffin turned on her heel and disappeared into the kitchen once she couldn't take the heat anymore. Adrian sat on the couch, his face hidden in his hands. Wesley sighed and put his hand on my shoulder, nodding his head towards the kitchen as to let me know he'll check on Griffin. I refused to look at anyone other than Nadine. I had no idea what Katherine was doing. My mind was too focused on the girl I loved. Perhaps used to love? Whoever stood before me in the living room was far from the person who I fell in love with.
"What happens now?" she asked me quietly. Seeing her with tears in her eyes, down on her cheeks, sitting there with trembling hands, made the invisible hand squeeze my heart tightly. Whatever happened, my feelings were still there. Slightly overshadowed by the rage that shot through me but there, nonetheless.
"Between you accusing me of cheating on you with your best friend and being in my final year of study, I have no idea," I spoke honestly. Whilst it was now clear that there was nothing between her and Adrian, the fact that she kept repeating how Griffin and I hooked up just rubbed me the wrong way. Yes, I may have blamed her of the same for a while, once she denied the rumour, I did not keep on bringing it up. Her, on the other hand, well, she was keen on voicing her doubts about what really happened. "I think it's best if we extend the break and see where we end up by the Easter holidays."
"If that's what you want," she nodded. Her words made me furrow my brows in confusion, slight annoyance, even, because the tone she used mixed with the actual statement, I just found it ridiculous. It sounded as though she was doing me a favour.
"Is that not what you think we should do?" I questioned her. Careful not to raise my voice, my anger seemed to seep through the cracks left to fill. As hard as I've tried, not all parts of me could be controlled. This conversation went way over its head for it to be the case. "Unless, of course, you'd rather me say that I want to break up. Perhaps that would be the wiser choice, seeing as you question my feelings for you more than you believe them."
"I made a mistake—just like you made a mistake, believing that I could do something as inexcusable as cheating. I reckon we're both at fault."
I did not want to say what I was thinking. Which was about us breaking up. The smart choice would've been to do that. Yet something kept me from voicing it. Could've been the fear of being truly alone, without someone to provide comfort if not physically, then emotionally and mentally, just knowing that they are there, no matter what happens. Whilst Katherine was my best friend and by my side no matter what, the intimacy that came with being in a relationship with someone who loves you and you love is different.
