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.


33. Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Liv’s POV

 I woke up the next morning to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. Harry couldn’t sleep over last night because he had to go to some meeting with management. He told me he would text me when he was almost done and we could meet up somewhere. I decided to take this opportunity to go get Harry’s present. I had a few ideas of what to get him, but I didn’t have one specific idea. I wish I knew what he wanted, but he had refused to tell me. Just as well, I wouldn’t tell him what I wanted either.

I left my apartment, and walked down the hall to the elevators. One of them was already opened when I got there, seeming someone had probably just gotten off. I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the lobby button, same routine I always do.

The elevator soon arrived at the lobby, and I got off and headed to the entrance. I pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around me once I walked outside. A blast of cold wind hit, making me even colder. Soon snow started to lightly fall as I tried to catch a taxi.

I was relieved when a taxi finally stopped for me as it started to get colder. I quickly hopped into the taxi and told the driver where I wanted to go.

We were there in a matter of minutes and the driver pulled up in front of the mall.

“Thank you,” I told the driver and handed him the money I owed.

He just nodded and took my money as I got out.

I walked around the mall, looking in all the stores that I had seen something Harry might like when we were here the other day. Now everything I was thinking of getting him was either gone or I was having doubts about if he’d like it or not. I was feeling defeated as I continued walking around the mall. I couldn’t think of anything that he would really want. I wanted him to honestly be happy with his gift. I didn’t want him to pretend her liked it, and then throw it in the back of his closet, never to be seen again. I had a quick laugh at myself as I continued walking. Never would I have thought that I’d be getting Harry a Christmas present ever again, and getting so worked up about finding the perfect gift.

As I continued walking, a shiny logo caught my eye. Rolex. I remembered Harry talking about how his current watch was beginning to stop working. I smiled at my sudden remembrance of that, and walked into the store. I walked through the store, looking into the glass cases seeing the endless selections of watches. I tried to remember the one Harry has and find one similar to it because he seems to like the design of the one he has.

I sighed as I kept looking at the watches. I couldn’t seem to find one like the one he has, or even one that I thought he would like. I was just about to give up, when I saw a dark grey watch at the end of one of the cases. I quickly stepped over to it and examined it through the case. It was perfect. I called over of the employees and asked her if I could see the watch. She nodded and opened the glass case, taking out the watch and handed it to me. I looked at the watch for a few moments before telling the lady that I’d take it. She nodded again and took the watch from me and walked over to the cash register and I followed her. She typed something into the register and put the watch into a small blue box as I handed her my credit card. Once she swiped the card and handed it back to me, I grabbed the box and walked out of the store.

I headed out of the mall, and walked down to the main street in the area and tried to catch a taxi. As I was walking to the street, I heard my phone ring from my purse. I took out my phone to see a text from Harry.

‘Almost done with the meeting, meet me at the café.’

After I read the text, I put my phone back in my purse.

Thankfully I easily got the attention of a taxi, which doesn’t happen often. I hopped in the taxi and told the driver where I wanted to go.

After a few minutes, the driver pulled up to the café. I paid in cash this time, and got out of the yellow car. As I got out I remembered I was holding Harry’s gift, so I quickly slipped it into my purse. I walked into the café and I was surprised when I saw Harry there already. The building he goes to for meetings isn’t particularly close. He waved once he saw me, and I walked over to him. He got up as I came closer to where he was and he pulled my chair out for me. I smiled at his small, yet thoughtful gesture as he sat back down in his seat.

“Hello,” he smiled.

“Hey,” I said back.

“How was your meeting?” I asked, deciding to start the conversation this time.

“Boring,” was all he said.


We talked at the café for what felt like a short time, but it was about an hour and a half. He kept me constantly laughing with stories that came to mind and jokes that he thought of.

“Oh,” he said, suddenly remembering something as we walked out of the café.

“What?” I asked and turned to look at him.

“My mum and Gemma are coming down to London for Christmas this year,” he said excitedly, and I noticed his eyes light up at his mention of his mum and sister. He’s always been really close with the both of them.

“That’s great,” I told him.

“Do you know what you’re doing for Christmas this year?” he questioned.

“Not really, I might just stay here for Christmas and visit my parents for New Year’s. My family seems to do bigger celebrations for New Year’s anyway,” I explained.

“Why don’t your parents just come here?” he asked, and it was a good question.

“I don’t know, I doubt they’re they will considering how much they hate traveling. They’d rather I just come to them.” I told him.

“Your parents never have been to keen on traveling a lot have they?”

“Nope, never have, never will,” I answered.

“Well then you are welcome to spend Christmas with me, my mum, and Gemma. I know they’ve always liked you,” he told me, and it sounded nice to get to see them again, I did get along well with them.

“Sounds good,” I answered, and we stopped walking, now standing in front of Harry’s car.

“You know when they see the two of us hanging out together, they’re going to ask if we’re dating again,” he trailed off.

“Yeah,” I said egging him to continue if this topic is going where I think it is.

“And I’m not sure what to tell them when they do ask,” he explained.

“Are you saying you want to get back together?” I asked.

“Well that depends…do you?”

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