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 March, 2015
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
A few hectic months were behind me as March neared its end. Essays submitted and presentations delivered, my dissertation was currently uploading to the website in order to send it in to get marked. Although there were still some exams to sit in May and June, it didn't bother me too much. Revision classes were a thing plus there was so much time for me to get my shit together and focus on those.
For right now, the only thing that mattered to me was the night out that Megan planned. She submitted her final essay today, Lily finished earlier this week but Ollie and Joe still had their dissertations to hand in. They didn't care much for it, with it being almost done. Whenever there was a plan to get pissed, they dropped everything.
Feeling like this was more needed than anything else, the excitement I felt was insane. I suppose, my cousin shared that feeling with me, seeing as he had a date tonight. I know. Shocker, right? Callum Walker going on a date with someone. When he shared the news with me, the only reaction that came out of me was a long-winded chuckle. He flipped me off for it and told me to go to hell but it was too surprising to me. It had been years since he was in a relationship and I completely forgot that he knew what those were still.
Nevertheless, the apartment was going to be empty tonight. Well, for a while, anyway. Praying that I wouldn't have to walk in on his dirty business taking place in the hallway again, I decided to treat myself to some gin with frozen berries swimming around in my glass. Since my mood was definitely the best its been in a long time, I popped out my paint, my brushes and a couple of canvases. Slightly buzzed as I drank my way through the bottle, the final pieces were questionable but nonetheless, artistic.
With it being my first time going to a club in what felt like years, I did a little extra something. I spent a bit more time on my makeup than usual, putting those art skills to good use. My outfit was also a little more than high-waisted jeans or a skirt with it being a dress that fit a little more than usual. Revealing a bit of knee with a touch of cleavage, the sleeves of the fit covering my no-no parts. Yes, I still did very much dislike my bat-like arms, no matter how much exercise I did, focused only on there, it just didn't do me much. Suppose it was time I got used to them. Because overall, I looked like a ten-course meal. Bagging myself a boy toy for the night was going to be no problem at all.
I just prayed it would be another Alex.
Yep.
Still thought about him here and there. Most I remembered about him was his monster cock but then I guess that was all that mattered to me that night. And the following day. Even months later.
The prinks at the usual place, there were some new faces around. Mingling didn't take up too much effort with Ollie being the master behind every card game around the massive circle table. Whenever he was in charge, no one managed to leave through the front door walking in a straight line. It was quite funny, though, these nights would've never been as good without him as they were with him. I was going to miss it so much once uni would be over.
