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.


31. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Liv’s POV

Once Harry and I finished hanging out at the shopping area, we had decided to go get something to eat. Harry took me to a restaurant a few minutes away from where we just were.

“That was really good,” I said as I finished the last bite of the pasta I had ordered.

“What can I say, I know good restaurants when I see them,” he said proudly and finished off the last of his steak that he ordered.

“Do you want dessert?” he asked as he grabbed the small menu with different treats listed.

“Sure, what do they have?” His eyes scanned over the menu,

“I think the Triple Chocolate Cake sounds good,” he told me then handed me the menu. I looked at the numerous options written on the menu as I decided what to get.

“Any day now,” Harry said, and I realized how long I’ve been deciding on what to get.

“I don’t know what I should get,” I set the menu down in front of me, and Harry grabbed it and put it back where it was when we got here.

“Just share the chocolate cake with me,”

I went ahead and agreed, chocolate cake did sound really good, and the picture of it that I saw on the menu made it look even better then it sounded. Harry called over a waiter that was cleaning some tables a few feet away from us. The waiter stopped cleaning and made his way over to us.

“May I help you?” he politely asked.

Harry told him we were done with our entrées, and then ordered our desserts. The waiter nodded and wrote down our order before picking up out empty plates and walking off.

The waiter came back about eight minutes later holding a white plate with a big slice of chocolate cake on top. “Here is your cake,” he said and set down a fork in front of each of us,

“And your check when you’re ready,” he put the black booklet with our receipt in it at the edge of the table and left.

“Looks good huh?” Harry said and picked up his fork.

“Really good,” I agreed and picked up my fork as well.

We both slid our forks into the cake and ate it.

“This is delicious,” Harry said once he swallowed, and then aimed his fork back at the cake for more. I nodded in agreement because my mouth was still full of cake.

We both devoured the cake quickly, and before we knew it, it was gone. I took a sip of my water to wash the thick chocolate taste out of my mouth so it wasn’t as strong. Harry got out his wallet out and opened the receipt booklet to see how much we owed. Or should I saw how much he owed because he insists on paying. He paid in cash, leaving a generous tip, and we got up and headed back to his car.

“So do you want me to just take you back to your apartment, or do you want to hang out more?” he asked.

“We can hang out more,” I said and Harry unlocked the car.

“Okay, your place or mine?” he asked and started the car.

“How about mine,” I suggested and buckled my seat belt.

He said okay, and started driving back to my apartment. The restaurant was pretty close to our destination, so we were there in a matter of minutes.


Harry and I were currently sitting on my couch, the TV on but neither of us watching. I had changed into some more comfortable clothes, and now Harry and I were on the couch talking about random things.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Harry asked out of nowhere.

“Um yeah sure, are you just going to sleep in what you’re wearing?” I asked.

“I don’t need clothes when I sleep,” he said and smirked.

“Please wear something,”

He laughed, “Don’t worry, I will,”

“Okay,” I said.

We talked for another hour of so, and I was beginning to grow tired, and I could tell Harry was starting too as well.

“Want to go to sleep?” I asked as he yawned.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and we both got up from the couch.

“Can I sleep in your room?” he asked me as he followed me to my room.

“Well I don’t have a guest room, so its either my room or the couch,” I told him as a approached my bedroom door.

I started opening the door, when Harry grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

“Good,” he said, answering what I told him a few seconds ago.

“I like staying with you,” he whispered, sending chills through my body, and I took a small step back.

“Don’t be so shy,” he took a step closer,

“You like it when I’m like this don’t you, chills going through your body, heart beater faster, and faster,” his whisper became quieter and slower as his lips pressed to my neck.

I wanted him, I really did, but it felt like this was all going to quick for me. I took another small step back, but Harry only chuckled as he begins to follow me. I turned to see that we had now walked into my room, and he leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him.

“I thought you liked it when I kiss you,” Harry smirked as his hand tightened around my waist.

I didn’t answer, my heart is beating fast just like he said. I’m not sure what made him start acting like this, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it.

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled after I didn’t answer.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I took another few steps back.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he smirked as he walked closer to me.

“Did you have fun with me today?” he asked.

“I guess so,” I mumbled as I tried not to look at him, his questions confusing me, I didn’t understand why he was asking some of the things he was.

“I’m glad you had fun,” he tilted my head up to look at him again.

“We should just go get ready to go to sleep,” I told him.

“It isn’t that late, we can stay up for a while,” he said and his face leaned closer to mine.

“But you’re tired, you said so a few minutes ago,”

“I’m not that tired,” he smirked.

My heart begins to race as he grips my waist harder and pulls me closer to him. He uses his other hand to push back a strand of hair from my face. He moves his hand down to my cheek and caresses my cheek with his thumb. He bites his lip as he looked at me, and he moved his hand down to my neck. He silently laughed as he noticed the goose bumps appearing on the skin his fingers are touching.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he whispered in my ear, and a shiver ran through my body as he spoke.

Again I didn’t answer him, and he then softly kisses my cheek. I don’t know if I should stop him or not. On one side I’m frustrated that he is trying to make things move quickly between us, but on the other side, I didn’t care and wanted to give in.

“Don’t be like that,” he whispered, and pressed his lips onto mine.

The feeling is the same as all the times that he has kissed me before. I wasn’t sure if I should kiss him back, but he laid himself over me and moved me back onto the bed. He unconnected his lips from mine,

“Aren’t you going to kiss me back?” he asked cheekily.

As much I dislike his sudden changes of mood, I love how cheeky he can be no matter the circumstance. We are looking into each other’s eyes, and the weird feeling overcomes me again. His hand caresses my cheek again, as he softly pecked my lips. After I still don’t react, he pecked my lips again and again. His lips are so soft, and every time they touch mine, I want him to kiss me properly again, but I don’t want to start it. I soon couldn’t take it, and I grabbed his curls and pulled him closer, and he pressed his lips against mine again. We soon moved our lips in perfect harmony, and I wanted him closer to me. I let my hands wander to his shoulders, feeling every muscle. He obviously likes it as his hips press harder against me. I soon pull away from the kiss,

“I think that’s enough now,” I said as I tried to sit up.

“Shhh,” he mumbled and tried to kiss me again.

“Harry seriously, stop,” I said more demanding as I pushed him off me.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

I shook it off, and got under the covers of the bed and tried to go to sleep. 

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