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 February, 2021
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Harry turned twenty-seven last week. I cried. It had mostly to do with laughter and happiness, though the tiniest bit of sadness also crept in there at the thought of how he was so close to thirty. Drunk Griffin thought there couldn't be anything worse than him becoming older because it meant he'd get even sexier and let's just say, it was pretty damn difficult to hold myself back from jumping his bones right now. Imagine when he'll be in his thirties... jokes, I don't want to do that because it'll make me think.
We spent the day with his friends and we basically went for a double date. Seeing the dynamic between Katherine Sherlock and Wesley Atkins was definitely interesting. In all my time of knowing them, it never occurred to me that the two would ever cross paths like this. They were too different in my opinion but maybe that's why they worked so well. It was actually great to spend time with them and it calmed my racing mind, wondering if they still hated me or if they warmed up to me. Safe to say that getting some regular dick did a lot of good for Katherine, she was much more bearable this way, than with the enormous pole up her arse.
My birthday present for Harry was a little weekend getaway, even though his birthday was a Monday so we stayed from Tuesday until Sunday. He'd been working so hard lately and he spent little to no time to treat himself. I wanted him to have the best time and I did something that he was mad at me for, for an hour straight. Reaching out to my cousin for a bit of help regarding transport, I was given the green light to use one of the private jets. When Harry figured out how I got all of this together, he wasn't happy with me and practically refused to get on the plane until his anger vanished. He cared for me and my well-being, hence his reluctance when it came to me getting in touch with people who hurt me deeply. Although he was aware that I no longer wished to hold a grudge but move on, he was still not okay with everything that happened. And I didn't blame him—I actually agreed with him on everything. I hated how things turned out but focusing on the past, required a ton more energy than focusing on what was important.
I took him to Cyprus and he lived his best life. He acted like a child who had never been on a holiday before and it was so fucking precious. We had our own little place for the week with the beach nearby which was where we practically lived for those six days. Harry and I left with the best sun-tan you could imagine, both of us glowing. We both lost our sex on the beach virginities and I'm not talking about the drink. It was quite funny, actually, because we broke the sun bed which forced us to move onto the sand. But that made it so fucking hard to focus on what was happening because in the midst of it all, the wind picked up in the evening, and it didn't only blow the little particles everywhere but also the towels we laid on. I don't think we've ever laughed quite so much during sex and I didn't think it would become my favourite time of us together but shit, it did.
We visited a bunch of places where we stayed, took a whole lot of photos and even more videos. Rating our meals every day as well as our drinks was a routine that never got lost and it seemed to become quite entertaining for our friends, too. We may or may not have gone live on Instagram to do our meal ranking a good few times, not that we cared if anyone watched or not. Eventually, we had an audience of twenty people and that was fine. Other than that, and a few embarrassingly cringey stories on my end, not much has made it onto our social media pages.
