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.


28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Liv’s POV

After I had changed, I walked out of the bathroom back into Harry’s room. Harry was lying down on the bed, playing on his phone when he noticed me come out.

“You look nice in my clothes,” he said cheekily, and I looked down to hide my blushing.

“Want to watch some TV?” he asked as he got up from his bed, “Or are you tired?”

“We can watch TV,” I answered.

He said okay, and he both left his room to go back out to the living room. Harry and I decided on watching a Christmas movie that was on. It was already half way over by the time we found it on, but neither of us seemed to mind.

Once what was left of the movie was over, I was beginning to feel really tired.

“Are you tired?” he asked as I yawned,

“Yeah,” I said.

“Okay, lets go to bed,” he said and we both got up from the couch.

“So were am I going to sleep?” I asked once we were in the hallway.

“You can sleep in one of the guest rooms, or my room, whatever you want,” he said nervously.

“I think I’ll just sleep in the guest room,” I told him.

He tense a bit but agrees anyway and walks down the hall as I followed him. He stops at one of the doors,

“This is the guest room,” I can tell by his tone of voice that he is upset with having to take me to the guest room.

I know he wants me to sleep in his room, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.

“Thanks,” I said and walked into the room.

The bedroom was pretty nice for a guest room. Usually people make the guest room the smallest and least decorated room in the house. At least my parents did because they never used that room so why make it all extravagant. I decided not to set an alarm and just sleep in tomorrow morning. I figured Harry would wake me up when he wanted to. I stepped over to the bed and threw the decorative pillows in a chair on the other side of the room.

Once I finished, I pulled back the covers and got into the bed. It wasn’t near as comfortable as my bed at the apartment, but I would manage. I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. Many thoughts wandered through my mind as I tried to fall asleep. I was wondering what Harry and I were going to do tomorrow; I guess it all depends on how much snow there is. If there wasn’t much snow, I was hoping we could walk around downtown. The downtown area had the best Christmas lights, and I’m pretty sure they’ve set them up by now. If they hadn’t plowed the roads, we could probably stay inside and watch a bunch of movies.

I was surprise by how giddy the thought of spending time with Harry was making me. When I came back to London, I never even though I’d see the mere sight of him, I was determined to avoid him. Now here I am in his house, spending the past few days with him. I couldn’t help myself, he was just being so nice and affectionate, and I enjoy his cheekiness sometimes, well pretty much all the time.

After about twenty minutes of fulfilling my wandering thoughts, I began to feel myself start to fall asleep.

Once I was fully asleep, I was instantly woken up by a knock at the door. I quickly sat up once I heard the knock and carefully made my way to the door. I opened it and saw a messy haired Harry standing on the other side.

“Harry?” I asked, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the light that was on in the hallway.

“Yeah,” he simply said.

“What do you need?” I asked him.

“I, um, I couldn’t sleep and I was uh, wondering if maybe you would sleep in my room,” he stuttered,

“Y-You don’t have to stay the whole night, you can come back in here once I fall asleep,”

I found it a bit cute how nervous he was, he sounded like a little boy, it was different from his usual cheeky attitude and confidence in whatever he said.

“Okay,” I agreed and Harry had a small smile on his face and I followed him to his room.

His door was already opened, so we both walked in. I waited for Harry to choose his side of the bed before I got in on the other side. I pulled the covers over myself, and laid my head down on the pillow.

“Thanks for coming here,” I heard Harry say after a few minutes.

I wasn’t sure if he meant me coming to his room, or just me being here in general, but I decided not to ask.

A few minutes later, I felt Harrys arm wrap around my waist and he pulled me a bit closer to him. I thought about moving his arm off me, but it was starting to get cold, and he seemed like he really wanted me here.

A while later Harry had fallen asleep, but now I was the one who couldn’t. His once firm hold around me had loosened some. Although every now and then, his arm would quickly tighten more around me before he would relax it again. I still couldn’t fall asleep, so I was awake for a while just lying in his arms as I waited for sleep to come.


I wake up the next morning and see faint sunlight shining through the half opened curtains in Harry’s room. Once I become more awake, I realize Harry’s arms are tightly wrapped around me. My body was now closer to him then it was last night, I don’t mind though; his body heat instantly warming me from the cold room. I bit my lip to hold in a giggle as I heard a snore escape his open mouth, indicating he was still asleep. I attempt to pry myself from his embrace without waking him. To my luck, his arms relaxed a bit making it easier for me to get out of bed. He stirs a bit once I am out of his grasp, but he doesn’t wake up.

Once I’m fully out of the bed, I walk to his bathroom to use the toilet. When I’m inside the bathroom, I look in the mirror and I see my hair is a mess and there are dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. I’m surprised I woke up when I did considering how long I was up until I finally fell asleep. I probably would still be asleep if the sunlight peaking through the window hadn’t woken me up. I brush my fingers through my messy hair and use the toilet before washing my hands and walking back to where Harry is. When I’m out of the bathroom, I see Harry sitting up in his bed scrolling though his phone.

“Good morning,” he and smiled as he locked his phone and set it on his bedside table.

“Good morning,” I said back as I walked over to the bed and sat the end of it.

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

“How do you know if I even want to do something with you to day?” he asked, and felt as if someone just stabbed me in the stomach.

“Oh sorry, I just though-“

“Relax I’m only messing with you,” he smiled as he interrupted me.

“Oh,” I said and I felt my cheeks redden of embarrassment.

“How about I make us some breakfast and we can decide what to do today,” he said as he got out of bed.

“Okay,” I said back and got up and walked with him to the kitchen. 

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