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.


79. Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Harry’s POV

We followed the doctor down the hall, and to the front desk in the lobby. Once we were at the desk, the doctor said a few things to us that I wasn’t paying attention to, and then he left back down the hall. I turned to the lady behind the desk, and she slid a few papers in front of me and told me to sign them. I grabbed one of the pens from the cup and signed my name on the papers.

“Okay, you’re free to go,” the lady told me, and I just walked off.

“So now what?” Niall asked as we walked outside.

“I’m going back to my apartment and going to sleep,” Liv said as she redid the bun that her hair was in.

“Harry if you want I can take you to the pharmacy,” Niall offered and I slightly shook my head at him.

“Um, never mind, I don’t want too,” Niall quickly said and Liv gave him a weird look, but then let it go.

“Bye guys,” Niall then said as he walked down the parking lot to his car.

“So,” I smirked turning to Liv, “Guess I’m a taxi rider like you now,” I said.

“Guess so,” she rolled her eyes. “So where do I catch a taxi from here?” I asked her.

“What about your car?” she asked me.

“Uh, I can’t drive it,” I said like it was obvious, because it was.

“I know that,” she matter of factly, “What I’m saying is are you just going to leave it here overnight or what? Have one of the boys drop the other off to drive it, because the damage is obviously not bad,” Liv said as she looked at my parked up front with a few big dents in the front.

I smirked at her again, “I think you’re saying you want to drive me and my car to my house,” I said cheekily.

“What? No I’m not,” she said sternly.

“Then why’d you bring it up?” I pestered her.

“Because I knew you would try to ride in the taxi with me, so I wanted you to call the guys and plan something or whatever,” she told me.

“Okay then, I think I’ll just ride in the taxi with you,” I said as I walked over to her.

“I’ll sit right next to you in the cramped back seat of the small yellow car,” I said as I wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her as I ignored the pain in my chest.

“Get in the car,” she mumbled as she pushed my arm off her.

I laughed at her as she walked over to my car, and I threw her the keys. She unlocked the car and slid into the front seat as I got in the passenger seat. “Where am I taking you?” she asked. “A pharmacy,” I said cheekily.

“Which one?” she clarified her question. “I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“Forget it, I’ll find one myself,” Liv drove around the area awhile cursing silently every time she made a turn and there was still no pharmacy in sight.

“There’s one,” I said, and Liv immediately stopped the car.

“Where?” she asked.

“No where,” I laughed, and Liv mumbled a ‘you’re an idiot’ to me as she continued driving. A few minutes passed and Liv was finally pulling up into the parking lot of a pharmacy.

“Well it took you long enough,” I said as I got out of the car, and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me, again.

“Lets just get in, then get out,” she said as we walked inside.

Once we were in the pharmacy, we walked towards the back where we pick up prescription stuff. I walked up to the desk to give the guy the paper the doctor gave me, as Liv walked over to the magazines.

“We should have your medicine out soon,” the guy told me, and I nodded at him and walked over to Liv who was looking at a magazine.

“Whatcha looking at?” I asked walking up behind her.

“Oh nothing,” she said as she closed the magazine.

“Nothing?” I questioned as I grabbed the magazine out of her hands and flipped through the pages, trying to see what she might’ve been looking at.

“Is this what you were looking at?” I asked as I held up the pages that were talking about us from a few weeks ago, before the…incident.

She just shrugged as I turned the magazine back to me to continue looking at it.

“Why does it seem like they bother you? They are saying anything bad about you,” I said.

“It’s not that,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Nothing, its stupid,” she said and began to walk to another aisle, but I quickly grabbed her wrist to turn her back to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“It just feels like they always seem to use to worst pictures of me in those magazines,” she said and shrugged.

“Its stupid I know, now can you let go of my wrist now?” she asked after I didn’t answer her.

“No,” I said, “Not until you look at these pictures again.” I told her.

“No Harry, I saw the pictures, can you just drop it?” she said back, not looking me in the eye.

“Liv, you look gorgeous-“

“I don’t-“

“You do!” I said looking her dead in the eye.

I could tell she was a bit embarrassed telling me this, she was never one to get insecure with herself.

“You do, those pictures are you, and your beauty, and all your little things,” I said, holding back a smirk as I waited for her reaction.

“Quoting your own song? Don’t you think that’s a little cheap?” she smirked at me as her eyebrows knit together.

“There, that!” I said, pointing at her face, “When you try to be witty you put your eyebrows and put that smirk on. God, I love that smirk,”

By this point she was blushing and trying to hold back her smile. I ran my thumb over the sides of her eyes before continuing.

“And when you smile real big, I’m talking full on grin, you get these little crinkles, and they are perfect,”

I backed away for a second, looking around the aisle before locating what I was looking for, a mop. I grabbed it and turned back to her.

“What are you doing Harry?” she asked as I turned the mop into a guitar and began to sing.

“Your hand fits in mine-“

“Harry, we are in the middle of a pharmacy, please don't sing” she said anxiously as the lady further down the aisle looked up at the sound of my lunatic actions.

“Like it’s made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be-“

“I beg of you, please stop,” she said, attempting to grab the mop as I dashed to the other side of her.

“And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me,” I sang, getting louder, with a big smile on my face.

“I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes, when you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs, but I do!” I sang cheekily, yelling the last part.

“That’s not even in the song,” she said as she placed her hands on her hips, smile on her face.

“I don’t care, I can do whatever I want! Now I’m skipping to you cousins part,” I said as I walked closer to her, almost everyone from the small amount of people here now watching us.

“You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you,” I sang, getting closer to her with each step, still strumming the mop, and not caring if my chest was hurting.

“And you’ll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you too,” I was only a few feet away from her now.

“If I let you know I’m here, for you,” the ends of my feet were now touching hers.

“Maybe you’ll love yourself like I,” I whispered the last part, “Love you,”


At this point our noses where touching, only a mop and a few inches between us.

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