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.


78. Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Liv’s POV

“Seriously?” I said, “That’s it?”

“Yep, pretty much,” Niall said back.

Harry and Niall just finished telling me about what the doctor had to say to them once I left. I was a bit surprised by Harry’s punishments, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about them. A normal person might’ve had to go to court or jail, or at least down to the police station, but no not Harry. Just because his band is very famous, and he’s cute and charming, he can get out of almost anything, sometimes without even trying. Its not like I wanted him to get in a huge amount of trouble, it just bothers me that he gets away with everything and I don’t. That probably sounded really bitchy, but it’s true. I went over the speed limit on accident one time, and I get a ticket for a large amount of money and it’s in the tabloids that I got a stupid ticket. Harry hits a car and gets caught for drunk driving and all he was to do is pay for the other person’s car, which is easy for him, and then he gets his license taken away. I’m sure getting his license taken away is killing up though. He loves his car and loves to drive it, but now he can’t.

They should’ve taken his license away for longer then they did, because two months really doesn’t seem like that long of a punishment for causing a wreck and not being sober while doing it. And surprisingly, none of this is in the tabloids instead the media is talking about me now, and making up rumors about me and saying I’m the bad guy when in reality its Harry. I guess there is really not much of a way for them to find out about the wreck, and it is really late, I doubt they’re up looking for new stories, then again they might be. I’m sure Harry will get found out by tomorrow if wreck starts getting talked about on the news or something. If its on the news, obviously they are going to get the names of the two people so maybe it’ll get out that way.

It is probably bad that I’m sitting her thinking of ways that the tabloids will catch Harry, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to sound like a whiny pop star, but it’s really not fair that I’m the one getting bashed in the media right now for supposedly dating Harry and Liam. I bet when they find out about Harry and I’s breakup they’re going to blame that on me too instead of blaming it on the boy like they usually do.

“So when do we get to leave?” I asked them.

“When the doctor gets back,” Harry told me.

“When will that be?” I asked.

“Don’t you think I’d tell you if I knew,” he started out harshly but calmed his tone.

“Well you have a tendency to lie to me,” I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear, and he just sighed.

“So Harry, how are you feeling?” Niall quickly asked trying to subside the tension that was now between Harry and I.

“Well Niall, my face has cuts and bruises, and my chest hurts like hell, so I’m not feeling to good,” Harry told him.

“Okay,” Niall said back, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Niall decided not to say anything else since Harry seemed to be in a mood right now. I’m guess most of his mood was because I probably torqued him off with what I had said to him, but I still proud that I said it. He was probably also bothered by the fact that the media thinks that Liam and I are dating. I bet he’s fine with the fact that I’m the one who is getting bashed though.


Almost thirty minutes had passed, and the three of us were starting to get impatient with the doctor. I started getting impatient at around twenty minutes, but Niall and Harry being the boys they are looked as if thy were about ready to lose their minds from waiting about ten minutes.

“This is taking forever,” Niall said, and Harry nodded in agreement.

“He probably just caught up in something,” I told them.

“Well he needs to hurry up,” Niall said and threw his head back on the couch.

I honestly did agree with them. My head was rested against my hand, and I was so tired. I had to quickly stop myself every time I felt myself start drifting to sleep.

What felt like five minutes had passed, and I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I quickly jumped up and realized that I had fallen asleep.

“What happened?” I yawned.

“The doctor just came in, you’ve been asleep for about fifteen minutes,” Niall told me. I looked up and saw Harry and the doctor staring at me, “Okay,” I said to Niall and let the doctor say what he needed too.

“Okay then, I have a few things from the nurse for you Harry,” the doctor said.

“Then can I leave?” Harry hastily asked.

“Yes, then you can leave,” the doctor laughed.

“So what do you have for me?” Harry asked.

“Okay first of all your injuries are all going to be fine in a weeks time. You will be pretty bruised for awhile, and you had a slight damage to your rib cage, so that area is going to hurt for awhile longer. So make sure you keep that bandage on,” the doctor told him.

“Is that it?” Harry asked.

“Not quite,” he told Harry as he flipped through a few pages on his clipboard, trying to remember what he was forgetting to tell Harry.

“Ah yes,” he said, “ We have a prescription for you for some medicine that will help with pain, and an ointment to put on the cuts on your face. The ointment is mostly for that big cut on your forehead though, I wouldn’t worry about those,” he said.

“Okay, where are they?” Harry asked.

“We don’t have them, you’re going to need to pick them up at a pharmacy,” the doctor said as he tore a small piece of paper from his clipboard and handed it to Harry.

“Give them this when you get to the pharmacy,”

“Okay, so can I leave?” Harry asked.

“Yes, you may leave,”

Harry reached to the table to grab his shirt. He was holding his chest with his other arm as he did so, and I noticed him wince in pain. I tried not to look at him, because it killed me to see him hurt like them. Watching him be in this pain will grow the sympathy I have for him, and I don’t want that to happen.

He slowly slipped his shirt on, and as Niall and I got up from the couch Harry got off the hospital bed. Then the three of us began walking out of the room and following the doctor down the hall.

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