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 July, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
I told her that I loved her.
Maybe wasn't the way I imagined it would happen but it felt so right. She seemed so surprised that I actually said it out loud that it even surprised me. In theory, I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, a time where those words were truly how I felt.
And that's not me saying I didn't love her until that moment. No. I loved her for a very, very long time.
It just felt as good as it was ever going to get. Exhausted and overwhelmed by everything, sitting across from someone who I believed to be the love of my life, glancing back at me casually as we bathed together, it was the picture-perfect setting. It also had to do with the fact that I knew she needed to hear me say it.
I felt really, really awesome after it. The fact that I could admit it, flooded my chest with warmth and gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. I liked that it was now out in the open and she knew.
We didn't speak of how she felt whilst we were in the bath. She continued to lay on me and she cried. Even though it shattered my heart and there was no way for my arms to embrace her tighter, I was glad that she let her emotions break free. She was letting it go and making herself feel lighter, working towards moving on from what happened. I couldn't have been prouder of her for doing it this way.
Eventually, she pulled away from me and she reached to the side to grab an unopened toilet roll. Using it as tissue, she blew her nose a good few times, sniffling as she turned back to me. Her eyes were tiny and all puffed up from crying and her nose was red from the toilet paper rubbing it.
"Your hair's all wet now," I mumbled as I brushed it back behind her ear then ran my hand down her cheek. Griffin shrugged and sighed, her breath hitching as she finally calmed down. "And the water is cold. Should we get out or add more hot water?"
"Out, I think," she said gently. "I want to talk to you about something. But I don't want to hurt you. Can you handle whatever I may throw at you?"
"This is to do with what happened?"
"Yes."
"I want to know," I nodded and she mumbled a quiet 'okay' before we both got out of the water.
Wrapping ourselves in towels, we dried and changed into something much comfier. Both of us in my clothes, of course. Then we crawled in bed, a box in her hands as we sat across from each other again. Letting out a loud sigh as her lips blew raspberries into the air, her head buckled back.
"Right," she said suddenly, looking back at me.
"Right," I repeated with a little smile. She was a nervous wreck.
