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, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Once the door to the office slammed behind me, Rachel's eyes burned me to the ground, leaving me as nothing more than grey ashes. Her reaction was expected after she asked to speak to me and so I didn't even flinch when she addressed me, her voice tense and filled with anger. Slight confusion.
"What is he doing here?" she asked me without waiting a second to scold me. "What is he doing here, Griffin? Hm?"
"I don't know," I responded. It was true. He appeared out of nowhere, in a middle of a panic attack which was frightening to witness. "I don't know what he's doing here. It's not like I called him here."
"Well, you might as well have!" she slammed her hand on the desk. She was annoyed. "Did you not hear me clearly when I told you to cut contact with him? Or did you decide you'd rather spend a couple of months with him then grieve him?"
"No. I—I heard you."
"I don't bloody think you did," she continued to talk.
"Would you rather me send him away in the middle of a panic attack?"
"No, of course not!" she deadpanned. "But perhaps if you would've told him that you cannot see each other anymore, he wouldn't have come here. Did you think about that?"
"I don't think you understand that it's not that easy!" I argued. "Would you be able to send Callum off just like that?"
"Don't compare my relationship to yours," she spoke in a calm tone. It was dangerous. The way she changed it so fast? I hit a nerve with that comment. "This is not about me. It's about you and your incapability of understanding the severity of the situation."
"Don't fucking patronise me," I snapped. "Talk to me like I'm your equal. I understand the severity of the situation. But I don't think you understand how difficult it is to tell Harry that I can't see him anymore."
"How hard can it be to tell him that you don't want anything to do with him?"
I scoffed. "Why would I say something like that?"
"Text him about it for all I care."
"No."
"Excuse me?" she looked at me like she didn't hear me properly.
"I said: no," I repeated. "I'm not gonna give him some bullshit excuse."
She scoffed. "You may as well serve him to Sagar, then."
"You know what?" I stood back. "Fuck you. This shit is on you. I told you I didn't want to be a part of your stupid gang-life but here I am with some security man following my every move, your stupid investor taking me away to thank me for 'doing so good' and now your people wanting to target the one person who makes me feel like there's something good about me," Rachel scoffed as I vented, not wanting to believe my mindset. "I'm not going to stop seeing him. If you are incapable, you can tell your daddy to work some shit out to cut me out of this business as soon as possible. I want nothing to do with you, this or anything related to it."
