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.


22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Liv’s POV

We finally finished the movie, and once the lights were turned back on, Harry and I were given some glares. I swear if looks could kill, the glare Liam gave us defiantly would.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Harry told us and got up from the couch.

After he left, the four boys turned to look at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You and Harry back together or something?” Louis asked and Niall smiled.

“What? No,” I said back, a bit harsh.

They all gave me disbelieving looks,

“I’m not getting back together with him, he was just being nice,” I told them.

“Okay,” Louis said, but they way he said it I could tell he still didn’t believe me.

I sighed and leaned back on the couch, I was actually a bit frustrated now. I didn’t want them to think we were back together, and them seeming to not believe me really pissed me off. I wonder if Harry has said anything to them? I was also frustrated because I didn’t know if Harry would think I’ve stopped being angry at him now.

“Well I think I’m going to go now,” I told them.

They all said bye and got up to give me quick hugs. I was about to leave when Louis stopped me,

“Wait,” he said and I turned back to look at him. “Don’t you want to give a hug to Harry?” Louis asked in a childish way.

I rolled my eyes at him and left the living room to go to the front door. Once I reached the front door and went outside, I remembered something. Harry drove me here, so now I had to wait for him. I left out an annoyed sigh to myself and walked over to his car. I really wish I ‘d stayed inside now, because it’s really chilly out here. I wrapped my arms around myself as I leaned against the car. Surely even if the boys say I left he would come out here. He also might figure I caught a taxi or something and he would stay inside with the boys.


I wrapped my arms tighter around myself as the wind began to pick up. I was tempted just to go back inside, but I kept thinking it would look bad if I did. I was about to just give up, when I heard the front door open and saw Harry running out the door and down the steps.

“Slow down,” I called out to him as he finished running down the steps.

He stopped and looked up and he looked relieved. He quickly walked the rest of the way to where I was in the driveway.

“I thought you left,” he said.

“I can’t,” I told him.

“Yeah, I guess I forgot about that,” he said and smiled some.

“Clearly,” I said and he smiled some more.

“The boys told me you left and I just kind of got worried,” he said and I nodded.

“So can we go? I’m freezing,” I asked.

“Oh yeah, of course,” he stuttered and unlocked the car.

I said a quick thank you under my breath and got in the car.

“So where are we going?” Harry asked as he started up the car and turned the heat on.

“You’re taking me back to my apartment,” I told him.

“Are you sure?” he asked,

“We could go hang out or do something,” he offered.

“I’m sure,” I told him.

“Okay,” he said and began to back out of the driveway.

After a few minutes of driving, I realized that for the second time, Harry wasn’t taking me back to my apartment.

“Harry are you going?” I asked.

“To your apartment,” he said and I noticed a small smile creeping onto his face.

“No you’re not,” I told him and his smile grew.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he said.

I rolled my eyes adjusted myself more comfortably in my seat.

A few more minutes passed and I still had no idea where we were.

“Harry where are you taking me?” I asked again.

“We’re almost there,” he said.

“How come every time I ask you to take me back to my apartment, you always take me somewhere else first?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, I guess I just like spending time you with you,” he said.

I was about to say something, but Harry interrupted me.

“We’re here,” he annoyed and pulled into a parking lot. It looked like we were at some park.

There was a pathway and numerous gazebos. Towards the back of the park there was what looked to be a stage. There were also a few playgrounds scattered around.

“Why are we here?” I asked as he took his keys out of the car.

“You don’t remember this place?” he asked.

“Should I?” I asked him as we both got out of the car.

“Yes,” he said like it was obvious.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll remember,” he said and locked his car.

“Okay,” I said and followed him up to the walkway.

As we were walking, a few fans had stopped us both. As much as I loved seeing fans, I hated having to explain to most of my fans and Harry’s that we weren’t dating again. I always had to explain it because Harry never would. After signing some autographs and taking some pictures, the amount of fans began to die down until hardly any were coming up to us.

“So do you remember this place yet?” Harry asked.

“Nope,” I said.

“Okay then, follow me,” he said and turned to the left and walked across the grass and I followed him.

He led me in the direction of the stage at the back of the park.

“You can’t say you don’t remember this place,” he said and motioned to the stage behind him.

“It seems familiar, but I haven’t come to a park in a long time,” I told him.

“You can’t say you don’t remember the Christmas festival here a few years ago,” he said, and once he said that, all the memories from that Christmas came back.

“Oh yeah,” I said excitedly,

“I remember this place,” I said and smiled as I looked around.

“See, I knew you would,” he said and followed me.

This park has Christmas festivals every Christmas Eve, and a few years ago, before I was famous, Harry and Niall had made me get up on stage and sing during the karaoke part of the night. That was the first name Harry had ever heard me sing, before that Niall was the only person I would sing in front of. I couldn’t imagine my life if I had never gotten up there, I knew my life wouldn’t be like it is now, I probably still wouldn’t be able to sing in front of people.

“I had major stage fright back then,” I said.

“But look at you now, performing at your own sold out concerts,” he told me as I walked up closer to the stage.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You really do have an amazing voice,” he said as he walked up behind me.

“You too,” I said, and I instantly regretted saying that.

I heard him laugh some before he began to speak again.

“You do know I didn’t mean what I said that day, I never meant to say you couldn’t sing,” he said.

I still didn’t turn to face him; I stayed facing the stage as he stood behind me. He took a few steps back, and I heard him fumble with his car keys before he cleared his throat,

“So um, do you want me to take you back to your apartment now?” he hesitantly asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I said and turned back around as he nodded and we headed back in the direction of his car. 

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