Still Mine

What if someone said something to you, trying to discourage you from following your dreams. Would you give up on that dream? Or would you follow that dream and prove them wrong. What if the person who tired to discourage you came to an event of your dream that is now reality and tried to win you back?

My name is Olivia Wilson, and I know what I'd do.


1. Chapter 1

I planned to never see him again.

I pushed myself to prove him wrong, and I did

What I never expected was too see him again. Sure, I wanted to yell and scream at him and everything inbetween.

But I never thought, nor ever wanted to see him again.


Chapter 1

Liv’s POV


“Harry! Niall!” I yelled running down the stairs of my cousin’s flat.

“What? What happened?” they asked.

Minutes before I had went upstairs to take an important phone call that meant life or death. Ok so I was exaggerating, but the call was really important. A few months ago I had applied to be signed for a record company here in London.

I had not so patiently been waiting for them to call, so when they did I quickly answered and ran upstairs to talk. If I stayed downstairs, I would have received many obnoxious comments from Harry and Niall trying to get my attention, them not knowing how important the call was.

“Ok so what’s the big news?” Niall asked.

“I didn’t accepted to the record label.” I began.

“Then why are y-“ Harry started to ask.

“Wait there’s more.” I cut him off.

“They recommended me for another company, and that company accepted me.” I said clapping my hands together in excitement.

“Oh my goodness Liv that’s great," Niall said pulling me into hug, then Harry joined the hug.

“What label is it?” Niall asked.

“I’m not exactly sure yet, they told me they would email me with the information.” I answered.


The next day, I was emailed with all the information about the record label. I opened up the message and skimmed through it. One thing in particular caught my eye though.

The address.

Los Angeles, California, USA.

That was over 5,000 miles away.

I was confused and shocked. Confused because I didn’t understand why they had recommended me to a company in America. Shocked by the fact that I would possibly be started out my music career in California. I was having extreme mixed emotions towards this.

I picked up my phone and pressed on Niall’s contact name. I anxiously waited for him to pick up.

“Niall,” I quickly said into the phone once the ringing stopped.

“Hey, do you need something?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

I started just by telling him about the company. I kept going on about it, saying the most random things that I saw on the email.

“That’s so great.” Niall said, interrupting my stalling by rambling.

“Yeah,” I said, “It is.”

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” he asked.

“Um no, there is one more thing.” I said.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I-It’s in America.” I hesitantly said to him.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“What do you think I should do?” I asked him.

“Well as much as I’d hate to see you leave, it’s a once in a life time opportunity,” he said. “You have to take it.”

I sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right, I’m just nervous about how Harry’s going to take it.” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, everything will be fine,” he told me.

“I hope so.” I said, and felt anxiety rush through me at the thought of how Harry is going to react.

He has always had a bad temper. Our relationship was starting to get somewhat serious, and now I was leaving.

“Okay well I should probably get going now.” Niall told me.

“Okay bye,” I said to him.

“Bye,” he said back, then hung up.


I woke up the next morning, and I kept reassuring myself that I would tell Harry today. After stalling so much last night and coming up with the most ridiculous excuses, I really needed to tell him today.

I finished my breakfast and paced back and forth for a while, trying to find the perfect way to tell him.

Maybe I’m making too big a deal of this, everything will be fine I told myself, everything will be fine.

I picked my phone up from the table; my fingers shook as I typed a message to Harry asking him to come over. He replied a few minutes later telling me he was on his way.

I sat down at the table and began taping my foot against the ridge of the chair as I waited for him to arrive.

After about ten minutes, I heard the doorbell ring. I got up from the chair I was sitting on, and went to the door. I opened it to reveal a curly haired, green eyed, and dimpled smile boy.

“Hey,” he said leaning down to give me a quick kiss.

“Hey,” I said back and moved to the side so he could come in.

“So why’d you need me to come over?” he asked, turning to face me as I shut the door.

I gestured for him to follow me into the living room; he did as asked and walked close beside me as we approached the living room. We both sat down on the couch and Harry spoke up,

“So…” he trailed off, waiting for me to speak.

“I have something to tell you.” I said.

“Okay...what is it?” he asked, looking slightly worried.

“You know how I got accepted by that other record company.” I began.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Well its in America.” I said and waited for his reaction.

Surprisingly there was none, but he looked like he had just seen a ghost, all the color drained from his face.

“And I’m moving there,” I continued.

“Well I still need to double check with my parents, because they didn’t have a definite answer. I’m pretty sure it’s fine with them because my dad’s business-“ I was interrupted from my rambling by Harry.

“You’re moving?” was all he said.

I just nodded as he put his head in his hands, and then looked up again. I was taken back when he stood up.

“Shit Liv why?” he said, clearly furious.

“This is a big opportunity for me.” I said to him.

“What about me? You can’t just pack up everything and leave me,” he said raising his voice.

“Harry I’m not leaving you, I’m just leaving London.” I said, standing up to face him.

“You’re not just leaving London, you are leaving the country, the continent. You can’t accept this record label,” he said.

“Why not?” I asked. He paused for a second before speaking,

“I don’t think they’ll like you in America.” He said.

“Excuse me?” I questioned.

“I mean you’re a good singer, just not good enough for America.” he somewhat snapped.

“That was completely uncalled for.” I said.

“Well it’s true,” he said harshly.

“Get out,” I told him.

“What?” he questioned.

“You heard me, get out.” I said again, this time tears threatening to spill out.

We exchanged nasty looks before Harry stomped out.

*End Flashback*

I never spoke to him again from that day on. I still kept in touch with my cousin Niall, but it wasn’t easy. He had his career and I had mine beginning to take off.

I worked hard and achieved my goals. Harry was wrong, America liked my music, and so did many other countries. My love of singing and the glory of proving Harry wrong were the two things that kept me going, and kept me from giving up.

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