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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61. Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Liv’s POV

“U-Um, hey Liv,” Harry choked out. I didn’t say anything, I was just watching him as he put his hands in his pocket and moved on his feet.

I wasn’t exactly sure what to say, I hadn’t expected him to be here. I hadn’t even expected to seem him at all when I got back.

Both our eyes just awkwardly shifted around the hall, neither of us knowing what to say. I for one was going to let Harry start speaking, he is the once who came here in the first place.

“You look nice,” Harry said.

I looked down at my leggings and oversized shirt, and I’m pretty sure my hair is a mess.

“Um, thanks,” I said back, and he nodded.

“Why are you here?” I finally asked the question that I’ve been wondering since I saw him in the hallway.

“Why do you think I’m here?” he asked me.

“I don’t know, to torment me?” I asked with humor to my voice although I wasn’t trying to.

“No,” he stifled a chuckle.

“Then why?” I asked just as serious as I wanted to.

“I’m sorry Liv,” he said.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” I told him.

“I know,” he said and looked down at his feet.

“Is that all you came here for, to just say sorry?” I asked.

“No, well yes, but there’s more,” he told me. I looked at him signaling him to continue. “W-Well, um, I-“

“Stop stuttering and speak,” I interrupted.

“I’m not really sure what to say,” he dryly laughed, waiting for a reaction out of me.

“Next time you come to someone’s apartment after you broke their heart, know what you are going to say,” I snapped at him, and opened my door with the keycard, and walked inside pulling my suitcase behind me.

After I was inside, I waited in front of the door for a few seconds. I was expecting him to pound on the door and try to talk to me, but he doesn’t. I roll my eyes at him even though he can’t see me, and walked to my room to unpack. I propped my suitcase up on my bed and unzipped it. I began taking out all the clothes, and then hung them back up in my closet. I put my makeup bag and toiletry bag in my bathroom, then zipped up the now empty suitcase and put it in my closet. It was really late now, and I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but I knew I couldn’t do that just yet. I grabbed the pajamas that I had set out for myself while I was unpacking.

I went to my bathroom to change, then wiped off my makeup when I was done. I then quickly brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I turned off the bathroom light, and then crawled into bed turning off my lamp in the process.

•••

I woke up the next morning to the sunlight creeping through my window. My eyelids fluttered open at the contact with the light, and after two times of falling back asleep, I finally got up. I slid out of bed, and went to my closet to get something to wear. I was starving, so I wanted to go to the café to get something to eat. I put on a pair of jeans and a thick sweater, along with my boots. I did my normal routine of getting ready, brushing my hair, and putting my makeup on.

I walked out of the bathroom, and grabbed my phone and my purse, and headed to the door.

When I opened up the front door to the hallway, I was taken back by who I saw in the hallway.

“Harry?” I titled my head in confusion.

He quickly jumped from his sleeping state, muttering a few things as he looked around.

“Hi,” he said groggily as he looked up at me and ran a hand through his hair.

“Did you stay here all night?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, I guess I did,” he shrugged as he stood up.

“Why?” I asked.

“I didn’t mean to stay here. I was contemplating whether or not I should knock on your door, then I sat down in the hallway as I thought of what I wanted to say to you, and I guess I feel asleep,” he explained. 

“Oh, well did you figure out what you wanted to say to me?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips.

“I just wanted to say sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he told me.

“Didn’t mean to hurt me? You knew when you agreed to this that I was going to get hurt, because I was going to find out at some point, there was no way to avoid it,” I told him.

“Well at the time, I didn’t really care…” he trialed off, realizing that saying that wasn’t going to help at all. 

“Look, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Seriously? That’s it?” I looked at him in disbelief.

“What?” he asked.

“Why are sincere apologies so hard for you Harry?”

“They’re not,” he protested, “Do you not remember when I apologized for what happened two years ago?”

“I remember, but now I think it was just some apology made up by your management,” I snapped at him. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it in defeat.

“I just don’t want things to be over between us,” he said.

“Things between us were over two years ago Harry, this was a mistake,” I said harshly, and walked down the hall to the elevators, leaving him there in utter defeat.

I had to admit, I was a bit upset with how harsh I might’ve been to him. I probably wasn’t as harsh to him as I felt I was, but I wasn’t sure.

He did stay outside my apartment all night, even if it was an accident. He was thinking of what to say to me, so if he did have a sincere apology right then and there I knew it probably came from him.

I quickly brushed away the thoughts, he brought this all on himself and he hurt me, so I shouldn’t care if a few words that I said got to him. I do hope the words got to him enough to where he will leave, and not stay outside my apartment until I get back.

Once I was in the elevator, I thought about calling Niall, but I decided I shouldn’t. I wanted to ask him why he wouldn’t pick me up yesterday, but I was a bit upset with him. I knew I shouldn’t be, he was just busy, but the mood I’m in is just making the slightest things bother me so much. 

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