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.


66. Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Liv’s POV

Minutes after I had arrived in the lobby, I got a text from Liam saying he was here. I was pretty surprised as to how quickly he got here, but I was just happy he was here. I picked up my jacket that I had sitting next to me, and slipped it on as I walked to the exit of the building. I slid my purse onto my shoulder as I walked through the door. A blast of cold air greeted me as I stepped outside. I walked out onto the sidewalk and looked down the row of cars. It hadn’t occurred to me that I didn’t know what kind of car Liam drove. Once of the cars honked, making me jump a bit, but I walked over to the car and saw Liam inside. I smiled as I pulled the car handle, opening the door, and getting into the passenger seat of the car.

“Hey,” Liam said once I closed the door and was buckling my seatbelt.

“Hey,” I said back.

“I didn’t know which car was yours,” I lightly laughed.

“Yeah, it probably would’ve helped if I told you what kind of car I had,” he admitted.

“Probably,” I said.

“So where are we going?” I asked as he began to drive away from the building.

“There is this local restaurant downtown that is really good,” he told me.

“Okay,” I said.

I sat back in the chair as he continued driving downtown. He would bring up pointless conversation topics, but it was still entertaining. He started to talk about the charity carnival in the park. He was telling me about all the games and few rides they had set up. Then he started to tell me about the charity and the auction they have at the end of the weekend. I wanted to tell him that I have been to the charity carnival once, so I already knew most of this stuff. But he seems really into telling me all about it, and he’s actually told me a few things that were new that I didn’t know about.

After awhile, we arrived downtown, and he drove down the street a bit until he found a place to park.

“Here we are,” he said once he was parked in the space.

Liam pulled his keys out of the car, and we both unbuckled our seatbelts and got out of the car. Liam then put his keys in his pocket as I joined him on the sidewalk, and followed him up to the entrance of the restaurant.

“This place is nice,” I said as we walked into the restaurant.

“Yeah, it is,” he said, “The food is really good too,” he added.

We walked over to the small desk and got ourselves a table. The girl led us through the restaurant to a table with two chairs, and Liam and I sat down.

“Your waiter will be right with you,” she said as she set down two menus in front of us. We both thanked her, and she walked off.

“What do you usually get here?” I asked Liam.

“It just depends really, I usually get something different every time,” he told me.

“Oh okay,” I said.

“The ravioli is really good,” he told me, and my eyes scanned down the menu in search for it.

“I don’t see it,” I said.

“Turn to the next page,” I grabbed the page and turned it to reveal another page,

“Oh,” I said and lightly laughed once I saw the page labeled ‘Pastas’ at the top.

“Blonde moment huh?” he chuckled.

“I’ll say,” I said and continued to laugh along with him.

My eyes scanned down the page, and I now spotted the ravioli.

“I see it now,” I told him and he laughed,

“Good,” he said.

I continued to look at the menu, even though I knew what I wanted to get, I still wanted to see what else they serve. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw someone that looked like Harry. I was about to look over to where I thought I saw the person, but I decided against it. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I’m not even sure why Harry would even be here; it’d make no sense.

After I convinced myself that he wasn’t here, I looked at the page with different drinks on it. As I read all the beverages they offer, I just decided to go with water.

“So have you decided what you’re getting to eat?” I asked.

He was opening his mouth to answer, but was cut off by a waiter coming up to the table and introducing himself.

“Can I start you off with some drinks?” he asked after his introduction.

“Water,” Liam said, and the waiter wrote it down before looking at me.

“Water,” I said too, and the waiter repeated his action of writing it down.

“We’re ready to order too,” Liam told him.

“Okay, what would you like?” the waiter asked getting his pencil ready.

“Grilled chicken,” Liam said, and looked over at me like he was answering my question too.

“I’ll have to the ravioli,” I said and closed my menu.

“Okay your water’s should be right out,” he said once he finished writing down the food orders. He took both of our menus, and then walked off.


“That was so good,” I said as Liam and I walked out of the restaurant. “I told you it was,” Liam said, obviously proud of his restaurant choice.

“What time are we supposed to meet Louis?” I asked. He looked down at his watch,

“Um, not for another hour at the most,”

“Oh,” I said.

“We can walk down the street and get some ice cream or something,” Liam said, pointing down the street to the ice cream shop.

“Not my first choice, but sure,” I shrugged and we walked across the street.

“It is probably a bit weird getting ice cream in this cold weather,” Liam said.

“At least it won’t be very crowded,” I said.

“That’s true," he agreed with a smile.

“Today has actually been one of the more warmer days lately,” I said.

“I usually need a bigger jacket than the one I have on now to stay warm,” I said.

“It’s the perfect day for the less cold weather since we’re going to be outside at the park all day,” Liam said.

“Yeah,” I agreed as we walked up to the ice cream shop.

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