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.


10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Liv’s POV

After I finished reading through the articles, I decided to call Niall. I pressed his contact name in my phone and waited for him to answer. After about three rings he answered.

“Hello?” I heard him say.

“Hey Niall,” I said.

“Hey Liv, what’s up?” he asked casually.

“Have you read any of the articles about today?” I asked him.

“No…what articles?” he asked a little worried.

“Do you have your computer with you?” I asked ignoring his question to explain the stories.


“Okay, get on the Internet and search my name.” I told him.

He agreed and I waited until he started speaking,

“Okay now what?” he asked.

“Just look at the titles an tell me what you see.” I told him, he was making this harder then it needed to be.

“Okay, but I don’t get why you can’t just tell me what-“ he stopped talking.

“Niall?” I asked, “Did you find the articles?”

“Yeah,” he said. “How do they create these so fast?”

“I have no idea,” I said.

“Well it could be worse,” he told me trying to lighten up the situation.

“I know, just don’t want the media and everyone else to think that I’m associated with Harry again,” I told him.

“Yeah…” he said trailing off, not really paying attention to our conversation, his attention probably being more focused on the article.

“Who is the guy whose car you were in?” he suspiciously asked.

“That’s Nick, he gave me a ride to the café because I couldn’t catch a taxi,” I explained.

“How do you know him?” Niall asked, suddenly interested in our conversation again and obviously worried that Nick might be someone who will take Harry’s place.

“He’s just someone I met in my apartment building the other day,” I told him.

“I just met him,” I added.

“Okay,” he said not seeming completely convinced although I hoped he was.

Niall and I changed the topic after a while and just began talking about anything we could think of. In the process of talking I’d change into sleep clothes and took my makeup off before going back to my bed. After about an hour and a half of talking I began to feel myself doze off.

“Hey Niall?” I said through a yawn.


“I think I’m going to go to bed, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I told him.

“Okay,” he said.

“Oh,” he began to say suddenly remembering something.

“What?” I asked.

“I forgot to ask, do you want to go bowling tomorrow afternoon?” he asked and I smiled as he said the question, he used to go bowling all the time when we were younger.

“Yeah, sounds fun, another chance to kick your ass again,” I laughed.

“Yeah right, if anything I’ll be kicking your ass tomorrow,” he laughed as well.

“In your dreams,” I said, as I began to yawn again.

“Okay well I’ll let you get some sleep, goodnight,” he said.

“Good night,” I said back and hung up.

I set an alarm on my phone so I would wake up at a decent time tomorrow morning instead of sleep until almost one. I put my phone down on my nightstand and pulled the covers over me and fell asleep.


I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I unwillingly sat up and turned off that damned alarm. I got up from the warm bed and felt a burst of cold air around me as I stood up. I wrapped my arms around myself as I went to my closet.

After a few minutes a finally decided on a maroon sweater and skinny jeans, paired with brown riding boots with gold accents. I put my sweater and jeans on and set my boots to the side as I went to the bathroom. I put on some makeup and grabbed a gold necklace and adjusted it around my neck. I left the bathroom and picked up my boots, grabbing a pair of socks and my phone in the process before I went to the living room.

I sent Niall a text asking when he wanted to go to the bowling alley. While I was waiting for him to answer, I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Once I walked into the kitchen it dawned on me that I hadn’t bought any food yet. I cursed under my breath and decided to go to the lobby and see what they had down there. I think I remembered seeing a coffee shop next to the building when I was trying to catch a cab yesterday. I grabbed my shoes and socks and quickly put them on before running to my room to grab my purse that I left in there. I slung the purse over my shoulder, picked up my phone and put it in there and went into the hallway.

I walked to the elevators and pressed the button and waited for one to arrive. It only took a few seconds for it to arrive, which made me happy. I walked into the, thankfully, empty elevator and pressed the lobby button and the button pad. I leaned against the wall of the elevator and grabbed my phone from my purse to see if Niall had answered yet. I was happy to see that he had, in fact there were two texts. I read them both, the first one telling me that he was going to come pick me up and the second one asking for the address of my apartment building.

I texted him the address as the elevator stopped. I was confused at first, as it usually takes longer to get to lobby considering how high up my floor was. I then realized that it stopped at a floor about halfway between the lobby and mine. The doors opened revealing a preteen girl and what seems to be her mother. The mother smiled at me and I smiled back.

After they walked in the mother leaned down to the preteen girl with her nose stuck in her phone, and whispered something in her ear. The girl’s head instantly shot up and turned to me and let out something between a squeal and scream.

“You- You’re Olivia Wilson,” she stuttered out of excitement.

I smiled and nodded.

“Can I have a picture with you?” she smiled.

“Of course,” I said and the girl pulled up the camera on her phone and handed it to her mother.

She snapped the picture and handed it back to her daughter.

“Mum, you need to take more than one picture,” she said annoyed.

The mother rolled her eyes playfully and took two more pictures.

“Thank you,” she said and pulled me into a hug.

I talked to them for a few moments before the elevator arrived at the lobby. The three of us said bye before heading out separate ways in the building. While I was talking to the girl, I had received a text so I was just now looking at it.

It was Niall telling me he was almost here. I guess I’ll just eat at the bowling alley snack bar considering I don’t have time to go to the coffee shop anymore. I sent a quick reply and went outside and sat on the bench until I saw Niall’s car pull up. He stopped in front of me and rolled the window down.

“Hey Liv,” he said.

“Hey,” I said back and stood up and started to walk to the other side of the car to get in the passenger seat until Niall stopped me.

“Get in the back,” he said.

“Why?” I asked, even though I had a feeling why I couldn’t get in the front.

He rolled his tinted window up in response and I sighed and got in. I slid in the middle seat in the back and began to put my seat belt on.

“Hey Liv,” I heard a voice say, and it wasn’t Niall.

I stopped in my place and looked up to see a smirking Harry in the passenger seat. 

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