HARRY E. STYLES
March, 2020

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Sunshine and blue skies, people chattering and nerves running high, the big day was here. Nude coloured chairs sat around circle tables, dressed in white fabric. Some of them had miniature trees in the middle, white, soft pink petals covering the branches, some roses and other flowers pooled around the bottom. Trees decorated in the corners, the glass railing also kitted out to fit the theme of the event with white birds hooked onto a string, hanging down.

Final touches on the decoration, positioning chairs and curtains properly, the guests were bound to turn up at any moment. The wedding plan in my hands, I ran my eyes over the itinerary. According to the timeline, my sister and her husband were taking their portrait photos together right now. This will be followed up by the wedding party and family photos so instantly, I made my way towards the location.

My brother was already there, his head deep in the screen of his phone. He had a date with him, apparently a girlfriend. Honestly, it was never clear with him. He kept mentioning how he thought about some girl from years ago. He only ever hooked up with her but left such a mark on him that he was still pining after her. Not that he had any idea who she was or where he could find her. Most of the time, I zoned out. The few times we met, we had better conversations yet somehow, it always came up. Nightmare.

Our mother and father were close by. I think they wanted to make sure the big day of their first born went accordingly and was nothing less than perfect. Knowing my sister, she had contingency plans in case anything happened so really, it was only our parents who were worried.

Soon after Ellie and Matt were done with their photos, the family hurdled in. We did one big family one, then just the parents with the bride and groom, then just one side of the family, then the families with just the bride and then just the groom. It went on for-fucking-ever. I applauded the photographer for taking all these requests. Then again, as long as he was getting paid for it—which he was, indeed—I don't think he minded much.

After the photos, we had a little break as the guests arrived. On the invitation, I remembered it was supposed to be half five but I was told the ceremony would start at least fifteen minutes later to make sure everyone was present. My sister put me and our brother up to welcome guests and help them to their seat if needed. Needless to say, Alexander spent his precious time shoving his tongue down his not-girlfriend's throat so the task fell to me.

At quarter to six, everyone settled. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were in their position as well as the best man and the maid of honour. It may not have been my wedding, but the stress rushing through me all day, made it feel that way. It prepared me for my own day, that's for sure.

As planned, me and my brother walked our mother to her seat and then we sat by her before dad joined us, too. He was clearly emotional, giving her daughter 'away'. I gripped his shoulder in support and smiled at him before I turned my attention back onto my sister. She looked absolutely stunning. Even though it was probably impossible, my eyes more than likely deceiving me, I did see the tiniest little bump, hidden underneath her dress. She was pregnant and she told me I was the first one to know.

The ceremony was lovely. It ended quicker than anticipated. Once Matthew picked Ellie up and walked back down the aisle with her, everyone followed shortly after. It was now time for the cocktail hour. It meant more photos and an open bar. Seeing as I've already had a couple of them, the moment my eyes caught a very particular face in the crowd, I thought I was dreaming. Imagining things. It just didn't seem to make sense. Sure, my sister was known due to her wide network connections but was it that wide?

I mean... how the fuck did she know Griffin Walker?

"Y'alright, mate?" Wesley stepped in front of me and shielded my view. With a shake of my head, I caught him furrow his eyebrows before he sighed and pushed a glass of whiskey in my hand. "Don't answer—drink this."

"I'm fine," I said, anyway. "Where's Katherine?"

"Don't know," he shrugged, looking around in case he found her randomly, lifting his glass to take a sip. Once he looked back at me, his eyebrows pinched together as he pushed his hand in his pocket, the other one holding the glass and he asked, "You sure you're good? Look like you saw a ghost."

"Unless Griffin Walker is dead and she came back to haunt me at my sister's wedding, I don't think it was a ghost."

"Huh?" he chuckled. As though I had two heads growing from one neck, he kept his eyes on me until he turned around. I peeked over on his side but she was long gone. "I can't see her. Reckon she's only haunting you."

Following the crowd, I did not see her after. Perhaps my mind played tricks on me? Over the last five years, I've seen people who shared certain resemblances with her, features that made me double take. Each time, it was a false alarm. Somewhere, deeply embedded in my mind, parts of me wanted her to be there—everywhere. She had this thing about her that made it difficult to move on. Hurrying those thoughts back inside the box, hidden in my head, I pushed her away and played my part in the wedding.

Around seven, seven-fifteen in the evening, the guests were invited for dinner. As they took their assigned seats, the grand entrance and first dance were on the agenda next. Still, as my focus was forced on everything that was happening around me, my mind couldn't not wonder if she was around. She had to be, right? Leaving a wedding, right after the ceremony, is kind of weird. I mean, why would anyone miss out on free food and drinks?

Exactly. No one would do such thing. Not unless a life or death situation requires their immediate presence.

My sister and the newest addition to our family danced away in the middle of the room, the lights brightly highlighting them for everyone to see. It created a little spotlight which meant that the guests weren't in focus. It allowed me to snoop around. Wesley didn't notice as I slipped away, pushing myself through the crowd. My eyes never stopped looking. Searching every corner of the venue like a golden possession of mine went missing.

Feeling more and more as though my mind tricked me into thinking it truly was Griffin at the ceremony, I began to give up. Thinking that after five years, things could be different was foolish. Thinking that after five years, she remained single was foolish. I knew how amazing she was, others were bound to figure it out themselves. Although my first instinct was not to promise my life away as soon as she'd land before my eyes, the idea of her and I sent me to sleep as the sweetest lullaby each night. It was difficult at the start but each night felt easier than the first.

Sighing, I stopped acting like an idiot. It was my sister's wedding and yet, it seemed as though my attention was gone and gifted to someone who was not there. Who has not been there for five years. It was Ellie's big day. She was my big sister. She deserved to know that I was there for her.

Lost in my thoughts with the world blocked out, the blood in my veins froze, my heart stopping the second it lacked the support to beat. Snapping my head to the right, the first person to come into view had a familiar face. Almost feeling like it was a dream, the name didn't come to me instantly. Biting on my tongue, it sat on the tip of it. Suddenly, it pierced me like hot oil jumping out of the hot pan.

"Callum," I smiled. The realisation set in then. If he was here, Griffin was real. She was not a ghost and definitely not here to haunt me. The man gripped my hand and shook it, there was strength in the gesture. It happened then it was over. He looked cleaned up. Suit and styled hair, cologne to last for days. In all honesty, he seemed no different to how he'd dress when I was at university.

The conversation between us lasted no longer than two minutes. Greeting the other then turning away, hurrying to our tables as the dinner was about to be served. With the knot in my stomach, barely any of it went down my throat. Knowing these dishes well, their taste wasn't the issue. Katherine commented on my lack of eating, teasing me about being nervous. Whilst that could've been the case, it definitely wasn't because of my sister getting married.

It had to do with someone I thought I'd never see again. It always had to do with her. No matter what it was about. Somehow, she was in the middle of all my problems. My breakup with my ex, my broken heart that not even one-night stands and strip clubs could mend. Being the one to fill a hole did nothing to fill the hole inside my chest.

"You're so distracted. What's up?" my best friend asked, putting her fork down as she reached for the wine.

"Griffin Walker's ghost is haunting him," Wesley commented with a smirk, only looking up to be smug about his comment. It made me roll my eyes, feeling embarrassed as Katherine groaned and went back to eating.

"You're still pining after that girl."

"No. I am not," I defended myself quickly, wishing for this to be just a forgotten excuse of a conversation. "Her cousin is here."

"So, you assume she must be as well?" Kath questioned. "Are you really about to throw yourself at that girl after five years?"

"Ugh. Can we not talk about her?" Wesley groaned, acting dramatic as he cut his food. A pressed chuckle escaped my lips as I shook my head in amusement. It was one thing for me to be not over the witch, but for Wes to be still heartbroken after he told her he liked her and she continued to act as though he never spoke a word? A bit dramatic, isn't it?

Though in the end, his wish was fulfilled. We moved on from the topic, all thanks to the best man and maid of honour. The room was filled with loud cheers and laughs, whistles and shouts as my phone rang, the contact name reading 'Work'. Rolling my eyes, I excused myself from the table and wandered inside the actual building as it was much quieter.

Sorting out the issue with the owner of the restaurant, I mumbled some swear words under my breath once the call ended. They treated me like shit at work, not bothering to make note of my days off and whatnot. I've been determined to switch my job but everything's been so heavy to handle, that somehow, there was no time on my hands to get it done.

"Oops," turning around fast at the sound of the voice, my heart jumped in my throat. No. There she stood in my line of vision, her royal blue dress reaching down to her knees with the material shortening on the left side and crawling up her figure into a ruffle, tied across her middle with a string. A gentle V neck allowed the piece to meet on her chest, the sleeves of the dress short, the shoulder resting on the outsides of her collarbones. The perfume I've grown accustomed to and associated with her only, still lingered all over and around her. "Sorry—thought the loo was this way. M'bad."

I couldn't utter a single word. Too taken by her sun-tanned skin, her intricate makeup and straightened hair. The smell of perfume, the way it stirred up all those memories from five years ago, now more vivid than during any other sleepless night. Her heels clicking against the floor. The wind blowing her dress as she stepped outside. Her legs revealed in the high heels, her calf looking toned and accentuated thanks to her shoes.

She took my breath away.

As the realisation hit me that my mouth hung open from gawking at her as though she was a piece of meat, I swallowed. Hard. Blinked repeatedly to shake myself out of the stance she put me in. Even though that was Griffin Walker and it felt like Griffin Walker, there was something else to her. Something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. The moment she waltzed away from me, it slipped.

Confidence. Yes. That's what it was. The best way to describe the feeling that radiated off of her, was in the form of the word. Thinking back to the little girl at university and seeing her now... the change was apparent. Perhaps not to a stranger. To a stranger, it must've felt like she's always been this way. She fitted her role as though it was tailored to her. Comparing this Griffin to the one I was forced to leave—nah, it was impossible.

This was Griffin Walker at her best.

Okay. Not right now. Right now, she was drunk off her arse. Not much better than me. But you get the point. She was shining like the brightest star on the night sky. She was unique and stunning. The best version of herself, it seemed.

My mind couldn't stop thinking about her. She only said a couple of things to me as my eyes almost bulged out looking at her, but those couple of things stuck with me. Her scent. Her face. My mind couldn't stop thinking about her.

Fate did not want me to stop thinking about her. By the time I made it back from the bathroom where I freshened up a little bit, the dance floor was open. Every single guest was on their feet, dancing away all that food and cake. The loud music cheerful and fitting for the wedding. Of course, there were slow songs mixed in there, too. Wesley was my partner for one. He pretended to be the girl in the scenario, laying his head on my shoulder as I held his waist. We were both laughing as people tried to enjoy the romantic setting with the lights dimmed. Though even then, my eyes scanned the room until they found Griffin.

She was drinking away at one of the tables, her left eye dropping in a wink once she found my gaze on her. Her leg crossed over the other, the material of her dress revealed some skin. Once she noticed the way my stare lingered on her, I caught her hand sliding the dress farther back. Teasing me. In a room full of people. My breath hitched in my throat as she continued to keep the eye contact between us. Itching forward in her seat to show more of her side before she stood up and delicately walked away.

Wesley jumped away from me in the meantime. The minute he heard a group of guys were doing shots, he disappeared from me. This presented the perfect opportunity for me to do the same.

Walking along the same building I caught her for the first time, the music began to fade. More and more, with each step. The only thing important on my mind was finding her. What would happen after it, didn't interest me because seeing the future was not on my list of many hidden talents.

"Harry," she sang my name, high pitched and prolonged. It made me stop in my tracks and step back. It came from one of the rooms on the side. The one with its door open. It was some sort of storage room, with a furniture in the middle. She sat on top of that. Her glass now empty, beside her. "Well, hello," she smirked.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you to fuck me, of course," she giggled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The words rolled her off tongue effortlessly and they sounded like a dream. Only having had the chance to look at her out there, her dress all ridden up, my hand could barely be contained. The itch to touch her, grew. Wanting nothing more than to feel her smooth skin, my legs took me closer to her. "What? Can you not perform well when under the influence? Is that why you're single?"

"How would you know if I am or not?" I raised my eyebrow at her in curiosity. In return, she laughed.

"You wouldn't be here... thinking of how I feel and how I taste," she batted her eyelashes at me, crossing her legs as she continued to pull on her dress once more. "Unless, of course, I remain all I ever was to you."

"Which is?"

"Your dirty little secret," she spoke the words with ease but no pettiness. She sounded like she was enjoying this, teasing me and riling me up. She looked exquisite—I knew she'd feel and taste the same. Her foot pointed at me as she kicked her leg up, my arm reached forward and I grabbed her heel. "Ooh, look at you—eager to touch me, are we? Why don't you come closer, hm?"

"What game are you playing at, hm?" I pressed as I let go of her foot. It dropped instantly and with force. My features turned hard as my stare became cold. "Why are you here? Why are you throwing yourself at me?"

"Ouch, bud," she gasped, pressing her hand to her chest. Her dramatics did not seem to fade over the years, if anything, she became worse. It would've been a lie to say it did not amuse me, somewhere deep down, hidden under the emotionless act I forced. "Throwing myself at you? As if you didn't follow me out like a dog on a bloody leash."

"What can I say?" I scoffed. "Curiosity killed the cat."

"And satisfaction brought it back," she smirked. She had such a way with words. Not knowing what to say to that, my head turned to the side and I swallowed. I wanted her. She looked so fucking good. I could have her. My drunk mind encouraged it. She wanted it, too. Yet still, a question lingered in front of me, written in bold, bright red letters: would I be taking advantage of her? "Quit thinking. You had five years to think. I want you to kiss me. Now."

At this point, her shoes were on the floor. She still sat up high, easy for me to walk over and complete the task she placed on the table. My actions didn't match up with what my mind was telling me. It was a battle on the inside. While that happened, my actions spoke for me and there I was.

Kissing her.

She moaned in my mouth and gripped my shoulders. I felt her hands trail down my arms and she picked them up to place one on her warm thigh. Absolutely speechless, left without a breath, I pulled back. My fingers rushed to brush her hair back, deepening into the strands as she continued to breathe at a fast pace. Her eyes looked innocent as she leaned her head in the palm of my hand, pushing against me.

"Was that so difficult?" she chuckled.

"No," I blurted. "Stopping will be, though."

"So, don't stop," she grinned, her eyes darkening. Lust swam in those brown, chocolatey buttons. Hunger for something that made her feel good.

My hands gripped her thighs and lifted her farther back onto the furniture, she giggled in my ear as her hands wrapped around my neck. As soon as I pushed my right hand under her dress to hook my index finger in her underwear, my lips trailed down her neck, making her gasp and tense her body. Griffin giggled once more as she hooked her right leg around my middle, tugging me closer before her hands pulled my face in line with hers and she kissed me.

Moaning into the wet kiss, I accidentally bit her lip. Waiting to see her scold me for it, instead, she growled and went back for more. Her body glided against mine as she begged for some sort of friction between us, wishing for nothing more than to ease the ache between her silky thighs. Wandering fingers pressed against her hot core, pushing the material of her underwear to the side to feel her better. It made her gasp and deepen her nails into my skin, ending off in a moan as my fingers pressed to her clit before they slid further down south. She was so incredibly slick and warm, absolutely soaked, the bundle of nerves hidden under her little hood swollen from how aroused she'd gotten. The faster my hand moved against her, the faster her breathing turned. She panted in the crook of my neck with her hands gripping me, holding on for some sort of support as I pushed my fingers down and slipped them inside of her.

"Fuck," she cried. Only one word came from her yet it was so rich in emotion that I felt it go through me. My body shivered as she begged in my ear, her hot tongue darting out before she took my earlobe between her teeth, gently biting into it. She wanted more and that's what I gave her. Only to a certain extent, of course. Feeling myself growing thicker and aching more as she clawed her fingers down my exposed chest, panting in my ear, I ripped her underwear off.

"Sorry 'bout that, sweetheart," I grinned as I twirled the material around my index finger. She looked at it for a short second before her lips were back on mine, her hand tightly gripping the nape of my neck. I tucked the wet knickers in my pocket and pulled back. "I-,"

"Bag," she panted. The fact that she knew from one look that the only thing standing between us was my lack of preparation, I turned to open her bag and pull out a few condom packs. I chuckled under my breath at the variety. "What? You never know who you end up with."

A smirk formed on my lips as she hopped off and turned around, asking me without words to help her get out of the dress. She mumbled something along the lines of 'I may be drunk but I still know this outfit cost me a lot' as the zipper trailed down her back. Instantly, my fingers brushed her hair to the side, kissing along the side of her neck which got her to sigh in pleasure. Griffin leaned into me as her blue dress slid down, my hands crawled up her front gently, in order to cause her to shiver under my touch. My fingers danced on her warm skin, pushing her bra out of the way and swirled around her nipples, making them become hard and stand as tiny pebbles whilst my lips sucked on her neck.

She moaned under me and writhed, her ass moving back into my front to ease the throbbing of my cock. Still hidden under the trousers I wore, my right hand pulled away from her chest to help myself out. Before I had the chance to do much, she turned around and helped me. Her brown eyes full and glassy, she stared at me as she crouched down on her knees to complete the task.

"Jesus," I mumbled under my breath with my head tilted back. She palmed me through the material, teasing me as she stood back up and slowly slid her hand down my boxers. "You're ruining me, aren't you?"

"I'll try," she whispered in my mouth, her tongue running over my bottom lip and then bit into it. My heart raced inside my chest and pumped in my ear. Her fingers trailed up my stomach until her right hand rested against my waist. Her voice barely above a whisper, she breathed, "Now, fuck me."

She pulled back with her teeth deepened into her bottom lip, hands busy as they unclasped her bra and fell from her completely. Once my boxers landed on the floor by her clothes, I used my hand to tease myself, my wrist moving up and down a couple of times. The tip red, aching, oozed with precum, making my hand slip around the skin with ease. Ripping open the condom packet, I rolled it onto myself. The same time, Griffin leaned forward and kissed me. Nudging her legs apart with my knee, I ran the tip of my cock along her wetness. She shuddered and it made me gasp.

"Wall—push me against the wall," she begged and it took me no less than a second to turn us around. Her hands against the white side, she bent over with her legs parted.

"Princess likes it rough, doesn't she?" I chuckled in her ear, my words barely audible as I pushed myself into her. She moaned like she hadn't been touched in weeks, her fingers curling against the wall as my hips began to move. She felt incredible. Snug and wet, incredibly hot. She fit like a daydream, as though she was made for me. "You feel so good—fuck."

"Touch me," she panted. "Anywhere. Please," instantly, my hand moved from the wall beside her head and trailed down her ribs and stomach, running back up to squeeze her tender breast. Her head buckled back and she sighed in pleasure. The pace of my hips was steady though the more she began to move under me and the faster the fire built in the pit of my stomach, I just wanted to collapse into her already.

There were stars behind my closed eyelids, the pleasure filling my entire body as she clenched around me. A chesty moan crawled up my throat as I pounded into her, my hands firmly on her hips. She was certainly vocal, making all my fantasies come to life. I watched as my aching, throbbing cock disappeared inside of her, causing her body to jolt with each strong thrust. The image, the feeling, the moment was intoxicating. It was everything and more.

"Don't stop... please, don't fucking stop," she cried.

"You will come when I say you can," I growled, my hips now jabbing into hers rather than continuously moving. "Is that clear, sweetheart?"

"Ngh, I'm so close..."

"Clench that sweet little pussy once more and I'll think about letting you soak my cock, hm?" I kissed into her neck, feeling like one more thrust into her would end me then and there. Griffin did as she was told, being the good girl, I knew she could be. "That's it, sweetheart. There—ugh. Come all over me, now, c'mon."

"Yes—yes, yes. Mhmm."

I felt her come as I did the same. Her body was sweaty, the exact replica of mine. She continued to pant as she rode her orgasm out, my face hidden in her shoulder as I tried to catch my breath.

Although I had no intention of fucking someone at my sister's wedding, I was glad it happened to be Griffin. And, based simply on the look on her face, the rosy cheeks as she grinned while she dressed back up, she had to have the same exact opinion on the matter.