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:*
I could not stop yawning.
Every five minutes: yawn.
Griffin kept telling me off, trying to get me to stop yawning because it made her yawn. It's like my mind could only see that one word: yawn.
I didn't even make sense anymore.
Laughing as I wiped my eyes with the side of my finger, I sniffled and straightened my back, both of my hands remaining on the steering wheel. Sliding them to the top, my shoulders dropped, eyes widening as I focused on not doing one thing it wanted to do.
"Somehow, I don't think driving tonight was a good idea," she told me what already was going through my head. Problem was, we were on the motorway, about an hour away from home and no part of me wished to turn back now.
"Talk to me, then."
"You sound like my dad," she laughed. "He'd always tell my mum to talk to him on long drives, even if she had no idea what to talk about, just so he could stay awake."
"Where did you guys travel?"
"All over the place," she shrugged. "Wales, Scotland and one time, even to Ireland. It was fun but it didn't come without a bunch of little arguments between us all. It's a nightmare to go anywhere with my parents and siblings."
Listening to a bunch of stories Griffin had to share from family trips to holidays with her friends, somehow, we made it to Manchester. There was a slight change in plans regarding where we were staying. It turned out to be easier to stay in the city centre than go back home so mum and dad booked a few hotel rooms as a treat for Alexander's birthday. When mum called me and asked if I was still coming, I had her on speaker so Griffin heard her swoon the moment she was told I'm taking Griffin with me.
Once I parked and we checked in, the lift ride up to our room felt like years rather than minutes. The simple room lit up in a gentle, yellow glow as the light flicked on, the first thing I did was jump on the bed. My back sunk into the mattress, my feet dangling off as I stretched out, arms above my head.
Not too long after, Griffin joined me, lying on the side closest to the ceiling to floor glass windows. I could tell she was extremely tired, much like me, and there was no way either of us would move any time soon. Mother called me about twenty minutes later, just wondering if we arrived yet and managed to check in. Once her nerves were calmed and she could breathe, knowing we were fine, she told me—or more like us because she was on speaker again—she was very excited to finally meet Griffin.
I may or may not have told my mother about her. Multiple times. To say that she was surprised when another woman's name left my lips and not one she was used to for the first time, is an understatement for sure. For a while, she kind of expected me to propose to my ex, which would've been nice, considering how long we'd been together. Thinking about that now, it felt weird. Nadine and I just didn't seem like a good pairing, after being broken up for so long. Wasn't too sure how we even managed to pull three years out of our asses but regretting it would've required more effort than not thinking about it. Focusing on the past, when the present had so much to offer, would've been idiotic of me.
