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.


62. Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Liv’s POV

Once I was down in the lobby, I walked outside and across the street to the coffee shop. I sighed in annoyance once I saw the line inside. Nevertheless, I got behind the trail of people and waited my turned. I was looking at the menu as I was waiting, trying to figure out what to get. I ended up deciding on just getting coffee, my body now needing the caffeine to be woken up. As for food, I went with my usual muffin. But I soon changed my mind, the muffin, just like the hot chocolate, reminded me of Harry, and I was in no mood to get something that my mind linked to him.

I looked into the glass case of different snacks, and went with the blueberry scone.

I looked out the window as I was waiting in line, and from the view I had of the apartment building, I saw Harry stepping out of the building and walking to his car. That answers my question about whether he was going to stay or not. Then again I shouldn’t be so sure, he could just be going to get changed and to shower then come back.

“Miss?” the cashier asked, and I quickly turned back around once I realized she was talking to me.

 Harry’s POV


“Well it look you long enough to call,” Niall said, once he picked up the phone on the first ring.

“Sorry I didn’t call sooner, I fell asleep at Liv’s apartment last night,” I told him.

“So things went well huh?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Not exactly, I fell asleep in her hallway,” I informed him.

“Her hallway?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” I answered as I moved my phone to my left hand so I could have a better grip on the driving wheel. The memory of Liv telling me to drive with one hand so she wouldn’t have to feed me the muffin was now evident in my mind.

“What happened?” he was quick to ask me.

 “Well surprisingly, I got nervous,” I began, sarcasm clear in my voice.

“Okay I’m sorry about that, now continue,” Niall said.

“Well once she arrived, I completely forgot everything that I wanted to say, and I was pretty much just a stuttering mess,” I told him.

“And long story short, she got impatient with the fact that I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say, so she went inside her apartment,” I explained.

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why you slept in the hallway,” Niall said.

“I wasn’t sure if I should knock on her door, or do what you said about talking to her through the door. So I sat on the floor of the hallway and tried to remember what I wanted to say, and I just fell asleep, I didn’t even realize it,” I told him.

“Oh,” Niall said, “Did she see you out there this morning?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“What did she say when she saw you? Did you tell her you stayed there because you didn’t want to leave, and you thought she might come back out? Because that would’ve been golden, Liv loves things like that,” Niall asked.

“No, I basically told her that it was an accident,” I sighed. “Not a smart move Harry,” Niall said. “Well its what happened, I wasn’t going to lie to her,” I told him, and I knew he was rolling his eyes at me.

“So where is she now?” Niall asked me.

“I don’t know, she took off we got into a small fight,” I said.

“You got into a fight?” Niall asked in disbelieving shock.

“A small one,” I was quick to protest.

“Seriously Harry?”

“It wasn’t my fault! She was getting all mad at me for saying sorry,” I told him.

“You just need to be careful about what you say in this situation,” Niall told me.

“I didn’t say anything wrong, she just wants some big apology and isn’t okay with me just saying sorry to her,” I complained.

“Well, you probably are going to have to do more then just a sorry,” Niall told me.

“I’m aware of that, but she doesn’t have to get mad at me just for saying sorry and that I didn’t mean to hurt her,” I said.

“Seriously Harry?” Niall said again.

“What did I do now?” I asked annoyed.

“Saying that you didn’t mean to hurt her probably wasn’t the best thing to say. You might as well have told her that you didn’t care about hurting her when you agreed to this stunt,” Niall told me.

“I did tell her that…” I trailed off.

“Harry!” Niall shouted through the phone.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say it, it just kind of came out,” I said, and Niall sighed.

“Whatever Harry, how about you come over and we’ll go over what you need to say to her when you see her again,” Niall told me.

“See her again? When am I going to see her again? You just told me I messed all this up, she probably hates me even more now,” I said.

“Come on Harry, remember she’ll always listen through the door if you are talking to her,” Niall said.

“I don’t think so Niall. She doesn’t want me anywhere near her so I don’t know why should listen to any of the shit I say,”

“Just come over Harry and we’ll go over what you should say to her,” Niall said again.

“I’ll just come over tomorrow Niall, I’m just not up to it right now,” the line was silent for a few seconds, and I knew Niall was deciding whether or not to keep trying to convince me to come over now.

“Okay Harry, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Niall said and hung up.

I brought my phone away from my ear, and locked it as I threw it in the cup holder. I’m now wishing I hadn’t called Niall. He made me feel even worse about what just happened. I knew a few of the things I said to Liv weren’t well thought out, but according to Niall they were the worst things I could’ve said.

I wasn’t sure were to drive to now. I should probably go home and change clothes and take a shower, but I was already out so I didn’t see the use of it right now. It’s not like I was trying to impress anyone. Everyone I care about in London seems to be upset with me.

My thoughts were now eating me alive, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Anger, guilt, and sadness rush through me, and the voice in my head saying things to bring me down, and I can’t stop it.

I soon find myself driving to the only place where I could be drained from the guilt. I knew I would soon regret the decision, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

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