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.

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49. Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Liv’s POV

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock going off.

After ignoring it for a while I decided that I really should get up. When I stood up I grabbed my phone and saw my screen was filled with missed texts and calls from Harry. I then immediately remembered everything that happened yesterday, and I just wanted to crawl back in my bed and stay there and just cry and hate Harry but I couldn’t. I wish I would have found out about everything after my trip, so I could stay in bed all day and be able to enjoy my weekend with my parents instead of having the publicity scam on my mind the whole time.

I lazily walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower to let the water warm up, then I stripped of my sleep clothes. My freezing feet were even colder on the tile floor of the bathroom. Stepping into the shower the spray of hot water splashed onto my skin, instantly warming up my cold body and helping my forget about everything for awhile.

Once I finished my shower, I stepped out and wrapped myself in my towel; the warmth of the water already leaving me.

I walked to my room, shivering still as my wet hair dripped leaving a few drops on the floor as I got the comfortable clothes that I had set out for myself yesterday, and then went back to my bathroom to change. I looked at myself in the mirror once I finished, and I looked like a mess. My hair was wet, leaving patches of water on my shirt. My eyes had dark circles under them from lack of sleep and having to get up so early, with tears threatening to spill out. My partially red face and bloodshot eyes are what through it all off though, my tear stained cheeks go unnoticed, and my lips are so chapped I could use a whole tube of chapstick.

I wiped my eyes, and then grabbed my makeup bag and began to put on foundation, putting extra under my eyes and on the redness on my cheeks. I took out my chapstick and swiped it over my lips, then put a bit of mascara on. I quickly blow dried my wet hair and then I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and then gathered up everything from my bathroom that I needed and went back to my room to put it in my suitcase. I looked at the clock, and my flight left in about an hour and a half, so I decided I should probably go ahead and catch a taxi and go to the airport.

As I was starting to put my jacket on, I noticed the Louis Vuitton bracelet that Harry got me for Christmas placed on my wrist. I quickly unlatched the band of the bracelet and threw it across my room. He probably didn’t even want to buy me the bracelet, I bet one of the workers who were apart of this sick idea bought the bracelet and told him to give it to me. And I didn’t care how much I wanted that bracelet; I didn’t need a constant reminder of Harry and his fake actions on my wrist.

I picked up my suitcase and purse that I had set on the bed and walked out of my room. I turned all the lights off as I walked to the front door, making sure I had everything I needed before walking out into the hallway.

I rolled my suitcase down the hall as I propped my purse strap up on my shoulder and I walked to the elevators. I pressed the down button outside of the doors, and after a few seconds the elevator doors opened. I stepped in and let go of my suitcase and pressed the lobby button.

The elevator made a few stops at some floors and some people get on, but it soon arrives at the lobby. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and rolled it out of the elevator and outside.

I eventually caught a taxi, and the driver had gotten out to help me put my suitcase in the back of the yellow car. I thanked him once the trunk was closed with my suitcase inside, and then got in the back of the car.

“Heathrow Airport I’m guessing,” the driver said after we had both gotten back into the car.

“Yes,” I answered and the driver nodded and took off.

About twenty minutes later the driver arrived at the airport and was driving around all the cars trying to find a place to pull up. The sun had now started to rise, turning the sky a mixture of light blue, pink, and orange. Apparently Harry had risen as well because I heard my phone going off from my purse. I grabbed my phone out and quickly shut it off, not bothering to read the text messages or see how many times he’s already called. I don’t even get why he cares to get in contact with me, I’m guess they’re making him try to work things out with me. Although I’d think controversy between us would be all over the tabloids.

I quickly snap myself out of my thoughts and went back to trying not to think about it all although I knew I could break down anytime now.

The taxi driver finally found a spot to pull up and he got out of the car to help me get my suitcase out of the trunk. Once he took out my suitcase, he told me the total of what I owed, and I got out my wallet and paid him. I then thanked him for driving me, then grabbed my suitcase and walked into the airport.

I walked down further into the airport to where the security area was and got in line. I grabbed one of the boxes and but my purse and jacket in there. I then struggled to put my suitcase up on the silver table. I got it up though once someone behind me began to help me.

“Thanks,” I said turning around to see who helped me and saw a girl dark brown hair with hint of red and dark jeans and t-shirt with the name of a band I’d never heard of written across it the black fabric.

“Yeah no problem,” she said.

“Hey aren’t you Olivia Wilson?” the girl asked as we moved down the line pushing our bags down until we got to where we had to release our items so they could go through the x-ray machine.

“Yeah that’s me,” I replied as we walked over to the arch that would x-ray our person.

“Cool, I’m Hailey,” she said and held out her hand to which I shook.

“Nice to meet you,” I said back.

After we got through security, I was still talking to Hailey as I got my flight information out of my purse.

“So where are you headed?” Hailey asked.

“Los Angeles, I’m going to visit my parents.

“Nice, I’m going to San Francisco,” Hailey told me as we walked to the big screens to get out terminal numbers. 

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