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.


81. Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Liv’s POV

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

He stood there waiting for me to give him an answer, but I wasn’t sure what to stay. I wasn’t sure if I should stay here or not. I mean I really wanted too, but I’m not sure it’s the best thing to do.

“Y-You don’t have to stay, I was just think you could just maybe um, help me out I guess,” he stuttered out while looking all over the place as he fumbled with his hands.

God why does he have to be so cute.

“Um, I guess I could stay,” I trailed off, a bit surprised with what I just said.

“Really?” his face lit up like he wasn’t expecting me to say yes.

I just nodded, and Harry smiled then turned to walk into his house as I followed. I guess it was okay that I’m staying here, I really didn’t want to have to catch a taxi and go through the struggle of getting back to the apartment. So hopefully now I can just help Harry with his medicine or whatever he needs help with and then go to sleep.

“Nice jacket,” Harry smirked once we were inside, and I had started taking my-his jacket off.

I didn’t respond to him, I just continued taking it off, and then set it on his coat rack.

“You can have it back if you want,” I said as I followed him to the kitchen.

“No you keep it, looks better on you anyway,” he told me, and I had to fight off the smile tempting to come on my face so he won’t see.

“Do you want something to eat or drink?” Harry asked me.

“No, I’m fine,” I told him.

He was just trying so hard right now to be cute and adorable and not mess anything up. And lucky for him, it was working.

“I’m not really sure what to do with these,” Harry then said, and placed the medicine he was given in front of me.

“It helps to open the bag and actually look at the medicine,” I told him as I opened the back and took out an orange bottle and a small white box.

“Well aren’t you just so smart,” he said sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes at him.

“What does it say?” he asked, looking over my shoulder.

“I haven’t gotten to read it yet because somebody keeps distracting me,” I said turning to look at him. He smirked at me, and I knew he took the word ‘distracting’ in a physical way on his part instead of just verbally like I meant it as.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I told him, “You’re just being annoying,”

“Just read the thing,” he said childishly and pointed at the bottle that was in my hand.

“Okay, then shut up for a minute,” I told him and stepped away from him, only for him to go back to his original position peering over my shoulder.

“Okay,” I said once I finished reading the bottle, “Go ahead and get a glass of water,” I told him as I set the bottle down and picked up the small white box.

Harry nodded, and left my side to get a glass from the cupboard, and then went to fill it up with water. I opened up the small white box, and slid out a small tube the same shade of white as the box, but with words and labels on it. Harry came back and set the glass of water in front of me, and then I got out two of the small pills for him.

“Swallow these,” I told him as I handed him the medicine tablets.

“Okay, what’s the water for then?” he cheekily asked.

“Swallow it with the pills you idiot,” I said and swatted his chest without realizing what I was doing.

He wince a little bit and tried not to let it show.

“Sorry,” I said, the playful atmosphere now gone.

“Its fine,” he said and swallowed his pills.

I felt bad now because I had hit him in the area that’s hurting the most right now. Even if it was just a playful hit, it probably had more strength to it than I thought and hurt him. I turned from facing him to facing the kitchen counter again, and picked the tube of ointment back up and continued to read the instructions on it.

“This medicine isn’t working,” Harry complained, interrupting my reading once again.

“It’s going to take more than a minute for it to work,” I told him.

“I think you hitting me made my chest hurt more and now the medicine is going to take longer to work,”

“Hey, I didn’t mean for it to hurt you,” I told him.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he laughed.

“Well I didn’t think it was funny,” I pouted and went back to reading the tube that I just couldn’t seem to get through the first sentence of without being bothered.

Harry went to the sink to put his glass in there, and stayed over there. To be honest I was now missing him bothering me, if it was a bit annoying. My eyes kept glancing up at him as he walked around the other side of the kitchen. I decided to stop glancing at him so I could hurry up and finish reading the bottle so he could come back over here.

“Okay come over here,” I told him as I finished up the last sentence.

“What does it say?” he asked me.

“You need to put some of this on your finger,” I began as I grabbed his hand, and he stuck out his pointer finger, and I squeezed some of the ointment onto the skin.

“And then you apply it to the cut,” I said, and brought his hand up to the big cut on his forehead.

My hand was over his as I helped him put the ointment on. Harry was staring at me the whole time, and I eventually gave in and met his gaze on me. He stopped rubbing the ointment onto his head, and brought his hand back down to his side, keeping mine with it. After a few more seconds, I cleared my throat, “Okay,” I said snapping out of the stare.

“Is that it?” I asked him.

“Y-Yeah, I think so,” he said.

“So I’m staying here?” I said, trying to keep a conversation going.

“Yeah, i-if you want too,” he said and I nodded.

“So um, where am I going to sleep?” I asked him.

“Well you can stay in the guest room if you’d like, but I don’t really recommend it,” he told me.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Because, um, because it’s not very comfortable,” he said, coming up with an excuse on the spot.

“But um, my bed is comfortable. You can stay in there, and I might be next to you, but it’s a big bed so you won’t notice me I guess…” Harry trailed off, realizing he had so clue where what he was saying was going and that he should probably just stop talking.

I tried to hold back a small laugh at how weird and awkward he could be. I wasn’t sure whether or not to just stay in his room with him, I mean its not like anything is going to happen. I won’t let him, and I’d be shocked if he tried. I knew I’d regret staying in his room with him, because tomorrow he is going to think that everything is okay between us now. Then again, there are already a few things I’m going to regret since they’re sending Harry mixed signals, and Harry’s bed is really comfortable. I thought about it for a bit longer before answering,

“Okay,” I told him.

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