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.


69. Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Harry’s POV

I walked out of the liquor store and got into my car. I threw my bag filled with different bottles onto the passenger seat. I grabbed one of the bottles out of the bag and quickly opened it. The liquid burned my throat as I drank it, but I didn’t stop.

Almost halfway through the bottle, I realized I needed to drive. I unwillingly pulled the bottle away from my lips and into the cup holder. I backed out of the parking lot, and despite the slight dizziness I had, I was able to keep my focus on the road. I brought my car to a stop once I reached a red light. I sat back in my seat and tapped my fingers against the wheel as I waited for the light to turn green. I looked out the window as I was waiting. As I looked at the fast food restaurant on the side of the street, I saw a very familiar car. I squinted and leaned closer to the window to see if it was him. Sure enough it was Liam waiting in the drive thru line. I’m pretty sure Liv was with him, but I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t really see the passenger side, and what I thought I saw, I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not. But I was almost positive I caught a real glimpse of that bright blonde hair.

I quickly turned myself back to the road in front of me once I heard the car behind me honk, telling me to go because the light had turned green.

Before I knew, I found myself speeding down the roads to Liv’s apartment building. I tried my best to stay in the speed limit, probably going over a few times. I received constant honking from running through red lights; making cars crossing through the intersection come to abrupt stops.

I really wanted to get to the apartment building quickly, whether Liv was there or not. If is there, even if she doesn’t keep the door open for me, I’ll know she isn’t with Liam. If she’s not there, I’ll just wait for her and Liam to come back. I’m not sure why I care so much but I do.

Once I made it to the apartment building, I parked my car a little ways down the rode so they didn’t see my car when they came. I grabbed one of the bottles from my bag and got out of my car, locking it behind me.

I ran across the street and down the sidewalk until I made it to the entrance of the building. I went inside and walked over to the elevators. I pressed the elevator button again and again until it opened. I stepped inside, and repeated my actions of pressing a button again and again, this time waiting for the elevator to close. Once the doors closed, I pressed the numbered button of Liv’s floor and waited for the elevator to starting going up. As it was moving, I opened up the bottle I was holding in my hand and took a large swig of it.

The elevator soon arrived at my desired floor, and I got off and walked down the halls to Liv’s apartment. I knocked on Liv’s door a few times, and when she didn’t answer, I resulted to the fact that she wasn’t here.

I did what I had done last time I was here waiting for her, I sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall across from the door.


Close to fifteen minutes had passed, and I was still here waiting for them to come. I’m hoping Liam won’t walk her up here, but I’m guessing he would.

I brought the bottle I had up to my lips one more time before the liquor was all gone. I set the bottle down next to me and looked up when I heard people talking from down the hall. I saw the two figures emerge into view at the end of the hall.

Liv had her eyes glued down the hall, seeing me I’m guessing, as Liam said something to her. I saw him give her a quick hug, making me flinch, before he turned and walked back down the other hall that led to the elevators.

I watched as Liv began walking down the hall towards me. As she got closer, I began to stand up, and once I was up she was standing in front of me. She gave me a look once I caught her glance, and then she went straight to her door. She reached to slip her keycard in the door, but I quickly stumbled over and stood in front of the door.

“Move, Harry,” she demanded.

“No,” I said.

“Harry mo-“

“Why were you with Liam?” I interrupted her.

“Why do you care?” she asked.

“Because I do,” I told her and she rolled her eyes.

“He was hitting on you,” I said.

“What?” she looked at me in shock, “No he wasn’t, he was being a friend for me,”

“Friends don’t try to hold friends hands,” I tried my best not to slur.

“What are you talking about?” she asked in clear confusion.

“At the restaurant he was trying to hold your hand while you were laughing,” I stated.

“What? No he wasn’t, I think I would have noticed if-“ she stopped, and I knew why.

“How did you know I was at a restaurant with him, or even see what you think you saw?” she asked me. 

“I had just walked in when you both were there,” I shrugged.

“Look I don’t know what you think you saw, but Liam was not hitting on me,” she said, putting emphasis on ‘not.’

“Why were you even with him?” I asked, the alcohol in my system causing me to somewhat change the topic.

“I had nothing better to do, so I decided to go hang out with someone who actually might want to spend time with me instead of doing it all for publicity,” she snapped at me.

There was silence between us for a few moments until I decided to speak up.

“I’m sorry Liv,” I said.

“I don’t believe you,” she answered just like I knew she would, but I continued anyway.

“I want you back Liv,”

“No you don’t,” she said back.

“Please Liv, I am really sorry,” I pleaded.

“How do you expect me to believe you right now? You’re on the verge of being drunk, if not already,” she said and threw her arms in the air.

“No I’m not,” I said, and of course it came out as a slur, making the statement even less believable.

“Are you kidding me right now Harry? You’re slurring half of everything you’re saying, there is an empty bottle of whatever alcohol that is on the floor, and you can hardly stand on your feet,” she said, clearly even more angry with me.

I looked down at my feet once she finished talking, not sure of what to say now.

“Just leave Harry,” she told me. I gave in and just nodded and moved away from her door to start walked back down the hallway.

“Harry, wait,” I heard Liv say, and I quickly turned around, my small sliver of hope growing as I waited for what she was going to say.

“Pick up your bottle,” she said and point to the glass bottle I left on the floor.

I sighed and walked over to pick it up, my small sliver of hope shrinking.

I walked back down the hall to the elevators, bottle in hand as I pressed the elevator button.

I got into the elevator once it came and waited for it to arrive down at the lobby.

After it arrived at the lobby, I stepped off and angrily walked across the lobby and to the exit.

Once I was outside and across the street, I unlocked my car and got inside it. I threw the empty bottle into the back of my car, and grabbed another one of the bottles I had and opened it. I chugged down almost half the bottle in one swig. The burning sensation in my throat making take another swig of it. Once again I knew I should wait until I arrived home, but I couldn’t. I forced myself to set the bottle down, and I drove out of where I was parked and got onto the main road.

As I was driving, I felt my head start to spin, and I noticed my hand started in slide on the wheel, making me move in and out of lanes. I quickly regained control and stayed in my lane.

I soon felt the liquor taking over my senses, my control and focus disappearing. I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. My car skidded across the rode, and I felt it instantly collide with something, then everything went black.

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