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.

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19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Liv’s POV

I had just finished getting ready and I was now sitting on my couch, dreading the arrival of Harry. As I was getting ready, I did get a call from Niall and I had decided to talk to him for a few minutes. Talking to Niall did put me in a better mood, we talked everything out and everything was good between us now. I didn’t tell him anything about Harry though; I figured I’d let Harry tell him himself. Although I was worried that Harry would twist the truth some, I didn’t care at the moment.

I was currently sitting on my couch, watching some reruns on TV. I decided I was going to let Harry come up here; I wasn’t going to waste my time waiting for him in the lobby. A few minutes had passed and I soon heard a knock at the door. I was pretty sure it was Harry, so I got up and grabbed my purse, making sure I had my keycard in there still, and walked over to the door.

“Hey,” I said once Harry came into sight.

“Where have you been?” he asked annoyed.

“Um, here,” I told him and motioned at the living room behind me.

“I’ve been waiting downstairs for you for twenty minutes,” he told me.

“How was I supposed to know that?” I asked.

“I told you an estimated time of when I would come pick you up,” he told me.

“Ever heard of texting someone that you’re here,” I said sarcastically.

“Plus, you didn’t exactly ask me if I wanted to come, you told me I was coming. So if I want to be picked up from my room, I think I should be,” I added.

“Somebody is still feisty today,” he smirked.

“Can we just go?” I asked, and now I was the one annoyed.

“After you,” he said and extended his arm out, gesturing for me to walk ahead to him.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked out into the hall as Harry closed the door.

“So what movie are we seeing?” I asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” he said as he put his hands in his pockets, a habit of his I was just thinking about a few hours ago.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yeah, seriously,” he said back.

“So what if we get there and no movies are playing?” I asked him.

“We wait,” he said like it was obvious.

“You know most people check the times movies are playing before they go to the movie theater,” I told him.

“Well I don’t,” he shrugs as we approach the elevators.

He presses the arrow button and we wait for an elevator to arrive.

“So,” Harry said as he thinks of a topic of conversation, “Um, how’s your day been?” he asked.

“Really? You’ve been with me for most of my day,” I told him.

“Well excuse me,” he joked sarcastically, and I can’t help but laugh.

“So have you enjoyed your day with me so far?” he asked just as the elevator arrived.

“I’ve had worse days,” I told him as we walked inside the elevator.

“I’m going to take that as a good thing,” he said.

“What ever makes you feel better,” I said and he laughs.

Once the elevator arrived in the lobby, we got off and headed outside to his car.

The ride to the movie theater seemed to last forever. The whole time Harry was trying to fill the silence with ridiculous questions, trying to start a conversation, whereas I didn’t want to talk to him.

I was thankful when we finally arrived at the theater. Maybe seeing a movie was a good thing right now. If I was spending time with Harry, we might as well do something where our attention is focused on something else.

We walked up to the ticket counter, and Harry just got tickets for the next movie that was going to be playing.

“Do you want any concessions?” Harry asked as we left the counter.

“Sure,” I answered, and we got in line at one of the concession stands.

“What do you want?” he asked as we got closer to the front of the line.

“I think I’m just going to get a soda and some chocolate,” I told him. “What are you getting?” I asked.

“Probably a soda and sour candy,” he told me and I nod.

We get to the front of the line and we both tell the cashier what we want. I reach in my purse to get my wallet out, but Harry stops me.

“I’ll pay for it,” he said and smiled.

“No, I’m paying for my part,” I told him and grab my wallet out of my purse and begin to hand the cashier some money.

Harry of course moved me out of the way and handed the cashier the amount of money to pay for both of our snacks. I looked at cashier and he just shrugged at me and took Harry’s money. Harry then grabbed our sodas and candy and handed my mine as he gave me a boyish grin.

“You’re so annoying,” I told him, receiving a laugh from him as left the counter.

We walked towards the theaters, and handed the usher our tickets before finding our way to the theater we needed to go to.

•••

Harry and I were now leaving the movie theater and heading to his car. The movie itself was pretty good, but it was hard to enjoy it with Harry constantly trying to sneak his arm around me, or grab my hand.

“So did you enjoy the movie?” Harry asked as we walked outside and headed to his car.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” I said.

“Yeah,” he agreed as we continued walking.

I felt Harry’s hand brush against mine, and then noticed him trying to intertwine his hand with mine. Once I had realized what he was doing, I moved my hand away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and he unlocked the car as we neared it.

I didn’t say anything back, I just walked over to the passenger side of the car and got in once we had approached his car.

“Do you want to go get something to eat?” he asked me as he started the car.

“Not really,” I told him, and I heard him mumble an ‘okay’ under his breath.

I honestly felt bad, he seemed a bit upset right now and I knew I was the reason why. First I didn’t hold hid hand in the parking lot and now I said no to going out to eat with him. He did bring this on himself though, what does he expect from me? I’m not going to forget everything that happened without an apology, and I don’t know why he expects me to. It’s like he doesn’t even care about what happened a couple of years ago.  

“Harry this isn’t the way back to my apartment,” I told him as he makes a turn onto a street that I don’t remember on the drive to the theater.

“I know,” he stated.

“Then why are we on this street?” I asked.

He doesn’t answer, but it doesn’t matter because my question is answered as he makes another turn into a fast food restaurant.

“I told you I’m not getting something to eat with you,” I told him.

“Just because you don’t want food doesn’t mean I can’t get some,” he said and turned to give me a cheeky smile before he turned into the drive-thru lane.

Although I just wanted to go back to the apartment, I was happy to see that Harry wasn’t upset anymore, no matter how much his cheekiness could annoy me.

“Do you want anything?” he asked as he drove up to the speaker.

“No,” I told him.

“Are you sure? I’m paying,” he said.

“I’m sure,” I assure him.

“Okay, but don’t be asking for any of my food,” he said as he rolled down his window to order.

“Don’t worry,” I told him and he turned to give me a quick smile before leaning his head out the window to order.

•••

“I told you not to take any of my food,” Harry laughed as we walked out of the elevator

“What can I say? Those French fries were really good,” I told him and smiled as he continued laughing.

After Harry and I had left the fast food restaurant, I had managed to take some of his French fries, because they looked good and I didn’t realize how hungry I was until Harry had gotten his food. The rest of the car ride was spent with me probably eating most of his French fries and him pretending to get mad at me. He failed at pretending to be mad and ended up with a smile on his face every time. I wasn’t planning on having him walk me up to my apartment, but he followed me out of the car and I decided not to stop him.

“So I will ask you again, how was your day today?” he asked as we walked down the hallway

“It could’ve been worse,” I told him.

“You already said that when I asked you this morning,” he pouted.

“And I’ll say it again,” I smiled.

“That’s not fair,” he said and poked my arm.

“Life’s not fair,” I said as I took my keycard out of my purse.

As I walk up to my door, Harry walks behind me and grabs my hand and turns me to face him.

He leans to my ear and I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he whispers, “You had fun today, didn’t you?”

After I don’t answer, he continues to whisper in my ear, “You miss me don’t you? Everything is more fun when you’re with me, isn’t it?” he asked in a low voice.

I don’t say anything back, I don’t move, and I don’t push him off me.

“What?” I asked, my voice nothing more than a whisper, I couldn’t manage to say anything else, I wasn’t sure where his words were coming from or why he was saying them.

He surprises me though when he suddenly puts his lips on mine and pushes me against the door as he presses his lips harder against mine. It takes me a second to realize what is happening, and I put my hands on his chest to try and push him back, but he only steps closer and brings his hand to my neck. He eventually releases after I push him away harder. He steps back and smirks at me and bites his lip, then he turns on his heel and strolls back down the hallway. 

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