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.


80. Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Liv’s POV

Harry was now dangerously close to me. Only a few inches and a mop separated us. I could feel Harry’s minty breath on my face as the two of us just stood there. Harry was thinking I would’ve stepped back by now, and is probably as shocked as I am that I haven’t.

“Kiss her!” someone shouted, and the small amount of people in the pharmacy laughed and egged him on.

He didn’t need to be told twice before dropping the mop and grabbing me. I didn’t have time to hesitate or pull back before Harry’s lips were on mine. When we pulled away, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone holding up a cell phone, recording the whole thing. For once though, I didn’t mind.

“Sir, your medicine is ready,” the guy behind the counter said.

Harry gave me a smile and let go of the hold he had around my waist to walk over to the desk. I stayed standing in the aisle, and I can’t help but start smiling to myself like an idiot. I’m still processing what just happened, I have butterflies in my stomach and I can’t think straight. I shouldn’t be acting like this though, I should be mad at Harry for embarrassing me and kissing me, but I can’t. As hard as I try, I can’t be furious with him right now.

Harry comes back a few moments later, and slides his arm around my waist, “Ready?” he asked with a smile, and I just nodded.

We headed out of the pharmacy, and I could tell Harry was feeling really giddy right now by the way was smiling, squeezing his hand around my waist every know and then to bring me closer to him. I really wanted to pull away from his hold, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. He was so happy right now, and I just felt so warm and comfortable with his arm around me. I tried to not let hormones get the best of me though. I’m still angry and upset with Harry, is what I kept telling myself, even if it may not be completely true at the moment. I didn’t want Harry to think I was just going to melt by his actions and come back to him, but I knew that’s what he was thinking right now. I couldn’t get this stupid giddy smile of my face now matter how hard I tried to bite it back, and I knew Harry noticed it. I decided to just try to let all my anger go right now, and just enjoy Harry’s loving company for right now, even though I think I might regret it. I’ll just set the record straight with Harry tomorrow.

I was thankfully brought out of my thoughts for a second once we reached the car. I took Harry’s keys out of my pocket, and unlocked the car. Harry was resistant to letting go of my waist, but he finally did it, and strolled to the passenger side of the car.

I got into the car, and started it up and backed out of my parking spot. I had no clue where Harry’s house was from here, but I was pretty sure I could figure it out. I was too nervous to ask Harry where I needed to go, I was in general too nervous to say anything at all. I kept thinking that I would speak, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every second I kept telling myself to say something, but then I would just coward out and stay quiet.

I kept driving down the road, trying to find a familiar street, building, or anything that might help me know where I am, but there was nothing.

“You’re going the wrong way,” Harry mumbled, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’m aware,” I told him.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“You were supposed to turn on that last street,” he stated.

I nodded and turned the car to head down to where I was supposed to turn. There was now an awkward silence between us, and I couldn’t think of anything to do about it. I would’ve expected Harry to be making some cheeky remarks about what happened back at the pharmacy, but he hasn’t. I somewhat wish he would though. I pretend to hate those remarks, especially since once again I’m supposed to be mad at him, but I usually secretly like them, but I think he caught onto that a long time ago.

I turned down the street Harry told me too, and I instantly knew where I was.

“I told you,” Harry whispered, he knew I knew where I was now.

“Whatever,” I joked and continued to drive. Harry’s mood right now was really bothering me. I couldn’t tell if he was for some reason upset, or just tired or what, but it was driving me crazy, and as always I wasn’t sure what to say.

A few more minutes of driving and silence, and I finally pulled up into Harry’s driveway.

“Walk me up?” Harry asked once I parked the car.

“I have to get out of the car anyway,” I said.

“Oh, yeah,” Harry said and grabbed the door handle.

“Wait,” Harry said.

“What?” I asked him.

“Can you pull my car into the garage?” he asked. “Yeah,” I sighed.

I started the car back up and Harry pressed the button that opened the garage.

Once the car was in the garage, I pulled the keys out for the second time, and got out of the car.

“So um, I guess I’ll see you later,” I said to Harry once we were both out of the car.

“Can you stay?” he asked, and his question caught me a bit off guard.

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