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 April, 2015
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
I think I like him.
Coming to accept such a conclusion took a lot of my time and effort. It was something that I felt important to figure out because I went from wanting to do nothing with him to suddenly realising he was a part of my everyday life.
Harry Styles was attractive. He had a smile that ladies died for, eyes that could make you do whatever it is he wanted you to do. He had a nice body and great style. He was the kind of boy you always see around and feel as though he's untouchable because he is so pleasing on the eye. This was something that I let myself be okay with a while back. I think it could've been the day we spent at the library, both of us sitting at a table but opposite to each other. He was focused on his laptop as he read with earphones in and his music so loud, I could hear it if I listened close enough. Through stolen glances and burning cheeks, it came to me how good-looking he actually was.
However, as the days and weeks gone by, it dawned on me that what I felt for him was way more than attraction. I liked him more than the thought of having him as a one-night stand. That alone was enough to make me want to push everything under the rug and never touch it again. But of course, when you know someone like Katherine Sherlock, things can never remain hidden. Precisely why the day she decided to hang Harry's dirty laundry followed shortly by mine, I felt so confused by my feelings. It brought everything out from the little hole that I kept pressed down and I felt a lot.
That all happened in February. It was now April. Understanding my feelings should've been easier. To work on that, I had to ask myself questions regarding him and see where they led me. It was hard. I had to figure out what made him so special but it wasn't just one thing. It was a combination of a lot of different things. He knew me. He paid immense amount of attention to me and remembered things he'd been told, even if it happened only once. He was curious. I'd often catch him observing me as though he tried to soak up as much information about me as he could. When we hung out, he made me feel like I had all of his attention and nothing else mattered to him. His openness, the genuine interest and effort he showed was refreshing and so nice to linger in, that slowly but surely, every part of me was beginning to grow closer and closer to him, engulfing him in my emotional attachment.
That terrified me.
Harry Styles was only ever meant to my best friend's boyfriend. Harry Styles was only ever meant to be someone who I'd remember as the boy I picked on and hated for my best friend. Harry Styles was only ever meant to be my past and never my future.
I saw what we could've been. I saw us together. I saw us at graduation, taking photos together. I saw us lying in bed. I saw us shopping together. I saw us living together. I saw us fighting over dirty dishes. I saw us going on dinner dates. I saw us attending art exhibitions. I saw us do what we already do and more but forever.
