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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71. Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Liv’s POV

I couldn’t believe Harry, coming here when he’s drunk, claiming that Liam was trying to make a move, its all just ridiculous really. He’s so caught up in his own ego that he can’t stand me hanging out with another guy.

After a few minutes a decided to get out of the shower. It wasn’t doing a very good job of clearing my thoughts as I thought it might. I grab the towels I had set out, one for my body and one for my hair. Once I’m dried off, I take my wet hair out of the towel and place it all to one side of my head, careful not to drip water all of my just dried body.

I pick up the fuzzy pajama pants and black t-shirt I brought in here and change into them. I then get my blow dryer and dry my hair some until its just damp, then pull it up into a bun.

I grab my phone and head back to my room, flopping down on the bed once it’s in my presence. I wasn’t tired, yet I was exhausted. I tried my best to make myself fall asleep though, once I turned off my light and got under the covers.

•••

After tossing and turning for half an hour, I had finally fallen asleep. Only to be woken up by my phone ringing. I didn’t hear the first few rings, but I groaned once I heard the last few, waking me up. I covered my ears with my pillow until it had finally stopped. I sighed in relief and brought the pillow away from my ears. A few seconds later, my phone started ringing again, and I figured it wouldn’t stop. I unwillingly reached my hand out to my bedside table, moving it around until I found grasp on my phone. I squinted my eyes as I my eyes made contact with the bright screen. I made out Niall’s name written on the screen, so I just went ahead and answered, he’d call again if I didn’t.

“Hello?” I said groggily into the phone.

“Hey Liv,” he said rushed.

“Were you sleeping?” he questioned a few seconds later.

“Obviously,” I said sarcastically.

“You’re being pretty sarcastic for a half asleep person,” he laughed.

“Get to the point Niall,” I begged so I could hang up and get back to sleep.

“Oh yeah,” he said quickly, suddenly remembering why he called.

“Harry’s in the hospital,” he said.

“He’s what?” I asked for clarification, making sure I heard him correctly as I quickly sat up and turned on my lamp.

“Harry’s in the hospital, he got in a wreck,”

“What? How?” I quickly asked.

“Well, he was driving, then one car ran into the other,” Niall sarcastically explained.

“Look who is being sarcastic now,” I rolled my eyes at him even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

“Anyway, I’m on my way to the hospital right now. I know you and Harry aren’t on good terms right now, but I thought I tell you what happened to see of you wanted to meet me at the hospital,” he said,

“I would offer to pick you up, but I’m already halfway there,” he added.

“You couldn’t have called me before you left?” I asked.

“Sorry, but I wasn’t sure if I should call you or not,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll catch a taxi or something,” I told him.

“Wait you’re actually coming?” he asked, shocked that I was going to come.

“Obviously,” I answered, “If you didn’t think I would come then why did you call?” I asked him.

“I didn’t think you’d agree to come so easily, I thought I would have to convince you to feel bad for him and come see him,”

“Do you even know how hurt he is?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” he answered.

“Oh okay. Well I’ll see you when I get there,” I told him.

“Okay,” he said and he both hung up.

I got up from my bed and went to turn on my overhead light and then turn off my lamp. I quickly went to get a pair of black Uggs from my closet and slip those on my feet. I didn’t bother to change clothes to go to the hospital, because I really wanted to hurry. I wanted to see how badly Harry was hurt, plus it would be almost impossible to find a taxi at this hour so I wanted to get outside quickly.

I grabbed my phone, and took my keycard and credit card out of my purse and slipped them into my pajama pant pocket. I then grabbed a jacket and quickly put it on.  

I turned off my light and quickly walked outside to the hallway, and ran down the hall to the elevators. I pressed the elevator button repeatedly until the doors opened. I stepped inside and pressed the lobby button.

I was just as shocked with myself as Niall was that I agreed to see Harry so easily. I was surprised by my sudden urge to make sure Harry was all right. Considering he hurt me, I didn’t think I’d be so eager to make sure he wasn’t hurt. I guess since this is more of physically hurt situation, I’m worried about his well being. He was drunk when he left my apartment, and whether drank more after that or not it still wasn’t safe for him to be driving. I know he’s driven with alcohol in his system before and never gotten into a wreck, but that doesn’t mean he never would get into a wreck.

My worry grew once I realized more of the consequences of this. He was drunk driving, that’s illegal, and the doctor and police are obviously going to find out. What’s going to happen to him? What if the person he hit dies? He’ll have charges pressed against him and can go to jail. He could be arrested just for drinking and driving, and I couldn’t imagine what would happen if the person he hit presses charges.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt in this situation. If I would’ve not been so stubborn and just listened to what he had to say a few days ago, he probably wouldn’t have been drinking and this wouldn’t have happened. Then again, I did have a right to have a sincere apology, not just a simple one. I do admit that I should’ve had him explain himself and listen what he had to say like Niall told me to do.

The elevator finally arrived at the lobby, and I quickly got off. More and more worries went through my head as I crossed the lobby.

What if Harry was severely hurt was one of the worries that were currently in my mind. My imagination was making up my wild situations of what state Harry might be in right now. I tried my best to push it all from my mind, but it wouldn’t work.

I walked outside into the bitter, nighttime cold and pulled my jacket tighter around me as I tried to find a taxi.

I walked down the sidewalk some until I finally spotted one of the yellow cars driving down the road. I waved my arm in attempt to get it to stop until it drove up in front of me. My freezing hand opened the door, and I slid in. I told the driver the name of the hospital, and he sped off down the road. 

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