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 June, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
This was not how I wanted to use up my sick holidays at work. However, the sad reality was, that I had to because mentally, I was elsewhere.
After they let me leave the hospital, Wesley and Katherine took me home. I didn't see Griffin, Callum or anyone else related to them before that happened. Even though they thought that was a good idea, to me, it felt almost like they abandoned me after everything that happened.
Especially Griffin.
We may not have ended things in the best position the last time we spoke but to me, it did not matter. Not when something like this happened. I couldn't have cared less about our argument or the reasons behind it.
I wanted to know she was okay. Wrap my arms around her tightly. Press my lips against her temple. Inhale the smell of her minty shampoo mixing with her perfume. Feel her warmth radiated. Her heart race as she is pressed against me. Hers fingers tangled in my hair—or fisting the shirt on my back.
Instead, she was miles away. Somewhere I was not. Her absence upset me to the point where I wondered if the way I felt was healthy.
Wes took a couple of days off, Katherine rescheduled her photoshoots. They both moved into my bedroom, sleeping by my side for the second night in a row. Although we barely fit in my bed, the three of us having to cuddle up to the point where Kath's face was in my neck and mine was in Wesley's as they sandwiched me up from both sides, it worked.
Sleep-wise, the past two nights were probably the calmest that I've had. Unsure of how to repay them or show how grateful I was for the fact that they were by my side, I ended up focusing on getting my shit together. Katherine reassured me, as she continued to take the piss out of me, that as my best friends, they have nothing else to do but make sure I am okay. Wesley agreed with her and added that the only thing they want in return is for me to get better.
Whilst Atkins left for the shop to buy some food, Katherine napped on the sofa in the living room. The latter wasn't planned since the movie was still playing on the TV. She must've been really tired if she managed to fall asleep. After I opened the fridge and found an unopened can of Red Bull, I took it out to the garden with me, gently closing the door to avoid disturbing my best friend's nap.
It rained all morning. Heavy droplets banged against my windowsill hours ago, waking me up from a deep slumber. Somehow, the wetness of the grass made the garden seem brighter, the wooden fence darker as the weather soaked it. Tilting the can of energy drink, the familiar taste filled my mouth instantly. Gulping down two or three sips, the bottom hit the glass table. Sitting out there with the cool wind licking my exposed arms, a shudder made my body jolt, my nipples hardening against the soft material of my cotton shirt. It helped my mind travel far away, somewhere much more tropical and happier.
