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.


73. Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Liv’s POV

The taxi driver was driving somewhat faster than usual. He was obviously aware that I was in a hurry since I was going to a hospital at this hour.

He continued driving a bit over the speed limit until we arrived at the hospital.

I put my hand in my pocket to get out the money I owed him.

“Hey,” the driver said to me, causing me to look up. “Don’t worry about paying. I went over the speed limit anyway, and I wasn’t supposed to do that,” he whispered the last part.

I thanked him and put my money back in my pocket. “Whoever you’re going to see, I hope they’re okay,” he said to me as I opened the door. I turned to thank him again and gave him a smile before getting out of the taxi.

I ran up the ramp that led to the entrance of the building. The glass doors opened for me as I walked up and I quickly stepped inside. I headed to the front desk and told the lady behind the desk why I was here, and who I wanted to see. The nurse told me to wait for a second while she went to get permission from Harry for a visitor. Once she left from behind the desk and walked down the hall, I felt the jacket I had on begin to slip off one of my shoulders. My hand went to pull it back up, and as my hand grabbed the sleeve, I realized that I had on Harry’s jacket that he gave me. I was in such a hurry when I was leaving my apartment, I didn’t realize what jacket I was putting on. I thought about taking it off, I didn’t really want Harry to see that I was wearing his jacket. But if I took it off, I’d still have to carry it in there. I decided just to keep it on; I was still freezing from the cold outside anyway.

After a minute or so, I saw the nurse walking back down the hall to me.

“Come on back,” she told me, and I followed her as she walked back down the hall to show me the room Harry was in.

We walked past door after door until we were close to the end of the hall.

“This is his room, you can go on in,” she told me. I nodded, and she left down the hall as I put my hand on the handle to open the door.

I was suddenly much more nervous than I might’ve been a few minutes ago. What was I going to say to him? Should I be mad at him or should I be considerate and make sure he’s okay? Or should I do both? He might not even know I’m coming, he might not even want me to be here, although I’m guessing he does want me to be here. He has come to me and come to my apartment so many times, that he is most likely, definitely, going to be pleased that this time I am coming to him. I’m pretty sure that Niall told him I was coming here to see him, and obviously Niall was here my now. Even though Harry was probably expecting my arrival, I was still nervous.

He probably knows everything he wants to say to me, whereas I have nothing. What if he is severely injured? What do I say then? He could be all bandaged up and in pain, although I don’t think the wreck was too bad, he could still be really hurt. Then again, I know nothing about what happened in the wreck, I just knew he had been drinking. So the wreck could’ve been really bad, or not that big of a deal, but I won’t know until I go inside.

I finally push my hand down on the metal handle, and slowly opened the door.

When I walked in, I was almost blinded by how white the room was. The area was small, but most hospital rooms are. There was a small couch in the corner, and that was probably the only thing that was white. Niall sat on the couch, and I finally brought my gaze to Harry sitting on the hospital bed. He didn’t look to banged up. He had a bruise on his forehead, and a few small cuts on his face. I think he had a larger cut near his chin, because a large band-aid was placed on the skin.

He had his shirt off, and I wasn’t very prepared for that. I tried to keep my eyes on the wall behind him, but I couldn’t. His chest was covered with a thick white bandage, but it was still distracting.

“Hey,” I finally managed to choke out. I sounded like it came out as a whisper, but with how quiet it is in here, I’m pretty sure they heard it.

“Hey,” Harry’s raspy voice said back.

It was silent again and I could Harry’s eyes on me, and I felt a bit self-conscious. I forgot that I probably looked like a mess right now. I was in such a hurry to get here; I wasn’t really focused on my appearance. I’m now regretting getting here in a hurry, its not like Harry is dying or anything. If it was something really bad, Niall probably would’ve known, and he probably wouldn’t have been able to get in contact with Harry as easily as he did. Getting here really quickly hadn’t done anything good for me. I accidently put on Harry’s jacket, and I look like mess. I don’t even know why I cared so much to get here in a rush. I kind of hated to admit it, but I guess I did still care for Harry, I don’t know what I’d do if anything severely bad happened to him. I wouldn’t be here am today if it wasn’t for him. Even if he has caused many bad things in my life, he’s also been the cause of many good things.

“So um, are you okay?” I asked him.

“Do I look okay?” he asked and let out a dry, half laugh.

“I’m not really sure,” I said.

“I think I’m just going to leave you too alone for a bit,” Niall said as he began to get up from the couch.

“No stay,” I said much to quickly. He shrugged and sat back down on the couch.

It was silent again, and I couldn’t stand the quiet. No one knew what to say, including me and it was starting to get awkward. I went ahead and asked the only question I could think off, even if I already knew the answer.

“So what happened?” I asked.

“Yeah Harry, what did happen? You still haven’t really told me,” Niall said.

“I just hit another car, there is really nothing else to say,” Harry said.

“Wait you hit the other car?” Niall asked.

“Obviously, what did you think happened?” I asked Niall.

“I don’t know, I didn’t really think about it. I guess I just thought it was a mutual wreck, that they just ran into each other,” Niall said.

“Well the person driving drunk is usually the one who hits the other car,” I told Niall, although in a way it was directed at Harry.

“Wait what?” Niall said, and I saw Harry close his eyes in frustration.

“Harry had been drinking before he got in the wreck,” I said, like it was obvious, because I thought it was.

“You didn’t know that?” I asked, taking in Niall’s somewhat shocked state. 

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