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.


15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Liv’s POV

I was hesitant to get up and answer the door. It was most likely either Nick or Niall and I wasn’t in the mood to see either of them right now. I decided to get up answer to the door, I did need to talk to them at some point, I was just hoping it would be later on. I walked up to my door and unlocked it. As I opened it, black clothes and chocolate curls were brought into view. I stood there both confused and shocked at seeing him here.

“Harry?” I managed to say.

“Hey,” he said.

“Why are you here?” I asked him.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Why are you here?” I asked again, a bit more demanding this time. 

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

“Well whether or out here or inside we’ll have the same conversation, so start talking,” I told him.

“Liv, please just let me come in,” he begged.

I felt myself heat up when he called me Liv; I’d always loved the way it sounded coming from his voice. I snapped myself out of my small daze and without thinking I opened the door to let him in.

“How did you even figure out where I was living anyway?” I asked him as he followed me to the living room.

“Niall,” he stated.

I realized that that was a stupid question; of course he got it from Niall. I still wondered how he figured out my apartment number because I don’t remember telling it to Niall. I decided to let it go though; he probably talked it out of one of the people at the front desk.

“Where is Niall?” I decided to ask as he sat down on the couch and I sat on the chair.

“At his house,” Harry said as he motioned for me to join him on the couch.

I was hesitant at first, but I gave in and sat next to him.

“Is he mad at me?” I asked.

“Well not really, he’s mad that you won’t call him,” he told me, “But lets not think about that right now,” he added as his hand went up and down my arm.

I slightly gave him a confused look and moved away from him. He looked a little upset but obviously brushed it off as he moved a bit closer to me again.

“Why did you leave the restaurant?” he asked.

“Niall was being rude.” I told him.

“Well not to you,” he said.

“He was being rude to my friend though,” I said back.

“Your friend…Nate was it?” he asked.

“Nick,” I corrected him.

“So he is your friend?” he asked, a smirk creeping on his face.

“Yes,” I said.

“Niall and I were thinking you were more then friends,”

“Well we’re not, I just met him,” I said, and I couldn’t ignore the smirk that has been plastered across his face ever since he got here.

“So there is a chance you might start dating?” he asked, still smirking.

“No, I don’t want to date him. Why do you even care?” I asked.

“So is there someone else on your mind, someone else you want to date?” he asked, ignoring my question as he slid closer to me on the couch.

“No,” I said, moving away from him.

“Oh,” he dragged out. “So do you have any other friends here?” he asked.

“No, not really, unless you count Niall,” I said.

“Well aren’t we friends?” he asked me.

“Not necessarily, I thought we technically both hate each other,” I explained

“Hate? That a strong word isn’t it?” he asked, rhetorically I’m guessing.

I just shrugged my shoulders, and he began to move closer again. I started to move back but I was now at the end of the couch.

“I could never hate you,” he said as his hand went up to my cheek.

I abruptly stood up off the couch.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“Just trying to get along with you, its what Niall wants, it’s what’s best, isn’t it?” he said, smirking as he stood up.

“Okay, you’re really confusing me right now, and I think you need to leave.” I told him.

“I can’t leave now, I just got here,” he said, taking a step closer to me.

“Please explain to me what you are doing, and why you are doing it,” I said politely as I stepped back.

“How about I explain over dinner,” he said.

“I already ate,” I told him.

“So did I, that doesn’t mean we can’t go somewhere. We could just get some drinks,” he said.

“I don’t even want you in my apartment, let alone go to a restaurant with you,” I said to him.

“And yet, here I am, in your apartment,” he smirked, and looked me right in my eyes.

“Fine,” I gave in, his bright green eyes looking right at me; I couldn’t help but give in.

We were only going downstairs to get drinks, if worse comes to worse, I’ll go back upstairs.

“Well lets go then,” he smiled and linked his arm with mine.

“Lets go without you touching me,” I said as I unlinked my arm from his and opened the front door we’d walked to.

“Oh you mean like this,” he said cheekily as he linked our arms again.

“Or this,” he said and put his arm over my shoulders.

I took his arm off from around my shoulders and quickly walked down the hallway. I made it to the elevators and they opened just as Harry caught up to me.

“I see it bothers you when I touch you,” he smirked and I nodded.

“Does this bother you?” he asked cheekily as his hand aimed for my upper thigh. I shrieked and jump back, as he laughed, “I see it does bother you.”

“Well what about this,” he said and took a few steps closer to me.

His hand went up and his fingers stroked my cheek, then he ran his thumb over my lips. It took me a second to realize what he was doing, and I stepped back,

“Stop,” I said quietly.

“You used to like it when I did that. When I would hold you in my arms, making you feel protected-“ he stopped at the sound of the elevator doors opening.

“Yeah, used to, meaning not anymore.” I told him and stepped out of the elevator.

He shrugged and stepped out of the elevator as well. He began to take a few steps ahead of me as he walked to the restaurant. I turned in the direction of the restaurants, but Harry kept walking forward.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“To the car,” he said.

“No, if you want me to get a drink with you, we are eating here,” I demanded of him.

He raised his eyebrows but agreed anyway, with a smirk of course. 

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