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 June, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Harry's parents were pretty amusing to be around. They were very laid back and nice. Expecting them, especially his mother, to be really strict and judgmental, based on her posh pronunciation, it was a relief to find out they were a little bit like my parents. Not to mention the fact that they were also clearly minted which gave me the idea that they had the potential to be stuck up, and if we still lived in a world where class system was so strict, they definitely would've been at the very top. Overall, though, they were a nice surprise.
Harry and I spent a while at GBK which I didn't mind at all. We had the best burger, chips and onion rings and some of the best conversations. It was all silly and jokey, just enjoying each other's company until his mother called and asked where we were. Feeling like we were teenagers, being ordered home as we hit the curfew, we left with pouted lips, slow steps to drag out the journey to the agreed spot.
We listened to Melissa's experience at John Lewis as we went to find Daniel at Nespresso, having his tenth coffee to help him make up his mind regarding which flavours he wished to buy as he conversed with the staff. Harry kept his arm around my shoulders, leaning into me as our hands interlocked, hanging from my left side, my right hand holding his waist. Fake snoring to show his father how long he was taking, I laughed at him being silly until he kissed me on the mouth. In the end, he decided to have a coffee, too, and also bought two boxes of the flavour since he liked it so much.
Once we walked around a little more, chatting about things, we said our goodbyes. It was almost six in the evening by the time we got back to the hotel, the time just ran past us as we kept ourselves busy.
"Do I look rich enough?" I asked, walking out of the bathroom to find Harry dressed already. "Holy fuck," I mumbled, my words turning into a quiet chuckle as I let my eyes linger on him for a bit. To say that he looked hot as fuck was a bloody understatement.
He looked extremely handsome and straight out of a beauty or fashion magazine. High waisted black trousers covered up his delicious thighs, pinching in around his waist whilst he showed off the swallows facing on his chest by wearing a white tank top. The gold chain around his neck with the cross in the middle was layered with a longer chain and a little ring around it. My eyes were attracted to the red blazer on the bed which looked velvet. His hair was styled, unlike any other time, looking freshly washed, shiny and fluffy as the product held it together. Hell, the man even had a single stud earring in his right ear.
"Yeah, you'll fit in," he smirked at me, answering my question. I wore white trousers, clasped onto my waist with a belt in the same colour. Deciding to go with a satin shirt, the burnt orange colour definitely clashed with his red blazer.
"I knew you could dress but I can't seem to look away from you right now," I commented, ignoring what he said. Still standing in the bathroom doorway, I allowed my eyes to soak up the beauty in the form of Harry Styles. "You look so fucking sexy."
