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.


63. Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Harry’s POV

I drove up to the liquor store, and quickly got out of my car. I made sure I had my wallet in my back pocket, as I walked up the steps to the door. As I opened the door, bells jingled signaling whoever was working here, that someone has entered the store. I looked around and just saw a middle-aged woman at the front desk flipping through a magazine. She looked up to see who came in, then gave her attention back to the magazine. I looked down the racks of the endless variations of bottles with different drinks inside them. The place was pretty vacant; I hadn’t expected many people to be here anyway.

I grabbed two bottles of whiskey, and brought them to the check out desk. I set the bottles of brown liquid on the desk as the lady closed her magazine.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“Obviously,” I said under my breath, and the lady just rolled her eyes.

Once she bagged up the bottles, she told me the price, and had me show her my driver’s license. I got out my license and the money, placing them both in front of her. Then I grabbed my license back and picked up my bag and headed out. I walked out to my car and got inside it. Once I was in the drivers seat, I opened up the first bottle and took a swig of it. I knew I should probably head back to my house before I start drinking the alcohol, but I couldn’t wait. I’m so mad, frustrated, and upset right now, and I can’t take the feelings anymore. Hopefully the drink will numb the pain for a while.


I can usually drink these things right off of my mind, but its not working right now. The only thing this alcohol is doing to me is making me feel pretty dizzy by the time I’ve finished the first bottle and half of the second one. I know I’m in no condition to drive, but I don’t want to stay in the liquor store parking lot until I’m fully sober.

I threw the empty bottle and half empty bottle on the passenger seat, and started up my car and began to back out of the parking lot. Once I was on the road, I tried my best to focus only on the road and where I was driving.

I eventually made it back home successfully, and without getting pulled over. I parked my car in my garage, grabbed the two bottles, and stumbled out of the drivers seat.

Once I was inside, I threw away the empty bottle, and put the other bottle in my kitchen. I walked out of the kitchen and took my phone out of my pocket, and before I knew it, I was calling Liv. I brought the phone up to my ear and listened to the ringing until it went to voicemail. I hung up, and tried again to communicate with her, but every time I got the same result. I eventually gave up and went into my bedroom. I lay down on the bed, on top of the covers, and just started at the ceiling. Everything that had happened was running through my mind, and for once I didn’t try to stop it. I just let it all sink in; I let myself realize what an idiot I am. Part of me regrets agreeing to this stunt, because I could have saved Liv from getting hurt. The other part of wouldn’t give up the time got to spend with Liv once I started enjoying it. Everything that we were, everything she said, everything that I did and that I couldn’t do, plays through my head.

A few minutes passed, and I soon felt myself begin to doze off, so I slipped into bed, not bothering to remove my clothes, and I fell asleep.

Liv’s POV

Once I got my coffee and blueberry scone from the café, I headed back over to my apartment building, deciding just to eat there since I know Harry is gone. As I walked across the street, I moved the bag with the scone into my other hand, so I had one free hand to attempt to pull my jacket closer to me.

I was relieved once I was finally walking through the door of the building and into the lobby. I walked to the elevators and joined the few people that were waiting for an elevator to arrive.

After a few moments passed, one of the elevators finally came, and me and the few other people waiting walked into the lift. Each of us pressed our floor buttons, and then the elevator began to go up. By the time the elevator got to my floor, I was the last one on. Every else’s floors had been a stop on the way up to mine. I got of the elevator, and walked down the hall to my door, getting my keycard out in the process. Once I was inside, I went into my living room and turned on the TV, then began to eat my scone. When I took a sip of my coffee, it was a bit cold, but I tried not to let it bother me. As I was breaking off a piece of my scone, I heard my phone ringing from my purse. I quickly swallowed the food as I dug in my purse for my phone. Once I got it out, I saw that Niall was calling me. I went ahead and answered because it’s been awhile since I’ve had an actual conversation with him.

“Hello?” I said into the phone once I brought it up to my ear.

“Hey Liv,” Niall said.

“Um what’s up?” I asked.

“I heard Harry came over to your apartment,” he said.

“Niall I know you’re in on all this,” I said.

“How’d you know?” he asked me.

“I didn’t, until now,” I said cheekily.

Niall cursed under his breath once he realized that he basically just told me he was helping Harry. It was pretty obvious by the tone Niall was speaking in when he started talking about Harry coming over to my apartment.

“So I guess you’ve discovered I’ve forgive Harry,” Niall began.

I completely forgot that Niall helping Harry meant he had forgiven him. I really wanted to tell Niall off right now for forgiving him just like that. Niall had just seemed so mad at Harry. That’s probably why Niall wouldn’t pick me up from the airport; he was too busy hanging out with Harry.

“I really think you should forgive him too. You just need to listen to wh-“

“Niall,” I cut him off, “I would really, rather not talk about Harry right now,” I said. It was probably best for us to get off the ‘Harry topic’ because it will only make me angrier with the both of them. And I would rather not be angry at Niall.

“Okay I get it, but I really think you should give him another chance and listen to the full story,” “Niall I already gave him another chance, and it was just a scam,” I said.

“I know, so really that doesn’t count. You should give him a real second chance,” Niall said. “I already thought this was a real second chance, but he ruined it, he doesn’t get another chance,” I said, and I beginning to get confused with all this different chance talk.

“Okay I get where you’re coming from Liv, but I think you should ju-“

“Niall just stop okay? You always do this! Just stop always trying to set me back up with Harry. You’ve been doing this since the day I’ve got here and I’m sick of it,” I told him, and it was probably a bit harsh but I had to get it off my chest.

After the line was silent for a while, I decided to say something else. “I’m sorry Niall, but me and Harry being in a perfect relationship is all you seem to care about. When I came back here, I wasn’t focused on even being near Harry, but you were focused on me spending every second with Harry, and I don’t know why. I just wanted to spend time with my cousin that I hadn’t seen in so long. But it ended me spending time with you and Harry, and look how great that turned out,” once I finished speaking, the line was still silent, so I went ahead and hung up. 

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