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, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Twenty fucking six.
Goddamit. The fact that I was closer to thirty than I was to twenty, made me feel weird. Truthfully, I never thought I'd make it to three decades of life, then again, there was still four more to go to get there. Probably shouldn't jinx it now, should I?
I dressed up. A little. It was a satin dress, soft silver colour with blue undertones. It reached down to the middle of my thighs, covering my arms in a long sleeve. It bunched up under my tits as the material was pulled tightly together in order to shape my waist. I loved it because it had a deep cleavage and whenever a dress managed to compliment my titties, I was all for it. I wore a pair of white high heels with that, the straps wrapping around my ankles a couple of times.
I felt good.
So good.
Not just because Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of me but also because I genuinely felt confident. The parts of me that I loved the most were on show and accentuated to flatter me and the parts of me that I didn't quite love as much were covered. I smelled and looked good, I walked with sureness in my steps, leaving little clicks behind as I strutted across the room.
"And good luck to any male who catches a glance of you, am I right?" he smirked at me from the kitchen, sitting on the chair with one leg bent and the other hanging down. He looked sexy. He wore black bottoms and a baby blue shirt, with very pale white designs on them. At the top, he left a few buttons undone, revealing his chest where his necklace sat. He also rolled up the sleeves which exposed most of his tattoos on his arm.
"And good luck to any female who catches a glance of you, am I right?" I stood in front of him with my arms around his neck, smelling his cologne instantly. He put his glass down onto the kitchen island, placing his long fingers on my sides. Flaunting his usual smirk at me, still managed to wake the butterflies in my stomach. Leaning in, he gave me a chaste kiss. It was enough to taste the gin in his breath, on his lips as I licked my own. "Found my favourite, hm?"
"That's still your favourite?" he looked surprised, chuckling at the realisation. He whistled and his wandering hand found a comfortable home on my bum. He squeezed it and then gently slapped it a couple of times. "Ready to go?"
"Yes, the Uber should be down in a few minutes," I nodded and he grabbed the glass to finish off his drink.
He picked up his phone and wallet, shoving them in his pockets then left the apartment before I did. He left me to turn off the lights and when I complained about it, he just pretended like he didn't hear me as he hummed, not interested in it at all. Rolling my eyes, I locked the door, lifting the handle to make sure it worked and he pressed the button on the lift. His attention was fully on his phone, laughing as he typed a whole essay.
