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.


27. Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Liv’s POV

A few hours had passed, and Harry and I were now sitting on the couch watching a movie. Harry would move closer to me every few minutes until he was as close to me as he could be. His arm was draped across the back of the couch, and he was moving it down until his arm was around me. I was quite comfortable, and I was wishing I could sit like this for the rest of the day.

Once the movie ended, Harry removed his arm from around and sat up.

“Do you need to get back to your apartment?” he asked.

I wanted to say no, but the fact that he brought it makes me think he wants me to leave now. I guess I shouldn’t jump to conclusions and blame him for asking; I have been here for at least four hours.

“Yeah,” I answered.

He got up and slipped his coat on and then went down the hall, and came back holding another jacket.

“You can wear this,” he said and handed me the jacket, I thanked him and put the jacket on.

“I’m going to check the weather on my computer real quick to see if any of the roads we take are closed from snow,” he told me and I nodded as I continued standing by the door.

He came back a few minutes later with an expression on his face that I couldn’t read.

“There is a blizzard,” he began, “All the roads are closed,”

“What? For how long?” I asked.

“I don’t know, how ever long the blizzard lasts,” he explained,

“And how ever long it takes for them to plow the snow off the roads,” he added.

I walked over to one of the windows and opened the curtains. Sure enough, there was snow coming down fast and hard, I could hardly see anything but snow.

“So now what?” I asked Harry as I looked over to him.

“I guess you’re staying here until the snow clears up,” he told me.

“Okay,” I said and continued to look out the window.

I was happier about staying here then I was letting on. After Harry apologized the other day, I realized how much I had truly missed him.

“Enjoying the snow?” Harry asked as he walked up behind me.

“Yeah,” I said, and I felt Harry wrap his arms around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder.


We stayed like this for a few minutes until he let go and walked to the kitchen. I watched the snow for a few more seconds, and then went to where Harry was in the kitchen.

“Want some hot chocolate?” he asked with a smile, I nodded and smiled back.

“Oh here’s your jacket,” I said and started taking off Harry’s jacket that he gave me.

“It’s fine, keep it in case you get cold,” he told me and got the hot chocolate mix out of the cabinet.

“Thanks,” I replied quietly and fully put the warm jacket back on.

I watched as Harry made the drinks, he got out two mugs and a bag of mini marshmallows. As I began to feel a bit cold, I wrapped the jacket tighter around me; it was big on me, so I could easily pull the sleeves over my hands. Once he finished, he poured the warm drink into the two mugs and brought one over to me.

“Help yourself,” he said as he placed the bag of marshmallows in front of me.

“Thank you,” I said happily and grabbed a handful of the small marshmallows and put them in my mug.

After Harry put his share of marshmallows into his mug, he then went over to his fridge and pulled something out. He walked back over to me, placing a bottle of whipped cream in front of me.

“I’ll pass,” I said and continued drinking my hot chocolate.

“Come on,” he said, “Whipped cream makes it better,”

“Well I like simple hot chocolate,” I told him and set my cup down.

“You’re so boring,” he joked and sprayed the cream into my mug.

“Stop,” I said loudly and tried to move the bottle away as he kept spraying it.

“That’s better,” he said once he stopped spraying it.

“You ruined it,” I said and reached across the small counter and lightly hit his arm.

“I made it less boring,” he said as he sprayed the whipped cream into his mug.

He gave me a grin as he walked back to the fridge and put the whipped cream back, only to take out something else. As I was waiting for the mountain of whipped cream to melt so I could drink the hot chocolate again, Harry squeezed a bottle of chocolate syrup over my mug. “You’ve go to me kidding me,” I said, and Harry stopped squeezing the bottle.

He smirked at me, “It makes-“

“I know, I know, it makes it better,” I said mimicking what Harry has been saying.

“That’s right,” he said with a cheeky smile and put some of the chocolate syrup in his hot chocolate.

“Why do you always have to put so much crap on whatever you eat or drink?” I asked, referring to his pizza and event currently happening.

“First of all I don’t do it to everything, and second of all it makes it taste better and unique,” he said, obviously proud of his answer.

“Okay, well is there anything else you need to put in my hot chocolate?” I asked and he thought about my question for a second before answering.

“There is one more thing,” he said and walked over to one of the drawers and took out a plastic bag.

He walked back over to me and pulled a candy cane out of the bag and placed it inside the mug.

“Perfect,” he said as he admired the mug of hot chocolate.

“Ruined,” I said and he chuckled as he placed a candy cane in his mug as well.

I pushed my mug away from me and grabbed one of the candy canes from the bag and began to eat it instead.

“You’re not going to drink it?” he asked and I shook my head.

“You’re loss, more for me,” he grabbed my mug and set it next to his other one.

I rolled my eyes and continued eating my candy cane.


“Looks like you’re staying here tonight,” Harry said as we continued looking out the window.

“Looks like it,”

It was starting to get late and blizzard was showing no signs of stopping. It had slowed down from the speed it was before, but the snow was still piling up on the streets.

“It’s getting late, do you want to take a shower or something?” he asked me.

“Yeah sure,”

“Okay, you can use the bathroom in my room, its better than the other ones,” he told me.

“Okay,” I said, and he led me down the hall in the direction of his room.

Once we walked in, he showed me where the towels, soap, and shampoo were.

“Thanks,” I said once he finished.

“No problem,” he said and walked out of the room.

I closed the door to the bedroom, and began to undress, I set my clothes on the dresser, and walked into the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door behind me. I turned on the water and stepped into the shower, turning the water as hot as I could without burning myself. I rinsed my body with the soap and washed my hair with the shampoo and rinsed it out. Once I finished, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed one of the towels Harry left for me and squeezed the water out of my hair, before grabbing the other towel and wrapping it around my body.

I figured I’d just change back into the clothes that I was wearing today. I walked out of the bathroom and went to grab my clothes, but they weren’t there.

“I put your clothes in the washing machine,” he said.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” I said.

“It’s fine, I wanted too,” he told me.

“Well thanks,” I said, “But what am I going to change into?” I asked, and I was pretty sure he was going to offer me his clothes.

He got up from his bed and went to his dresser, answering the assumption I had. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt and handed them to me.

“You can wear these,” he said and I grabbed the clothes.

“Okay,” I said and went back into the bathroom to change.

The shorts went just below my knees, and the shirt was big on me, but it was comfortable.

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