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.


85. Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Liv’s POV

Once I finally arrived at my apartment building, I found a place to park Harry’s car, and then got out. I walked the way to the entry and ran inside. Despite the fleece material of my pajamas, they were still pretty thin and didn’t keep me warm for long. I walked across the lobby to the elevators, and the button I needed to press was already lit up, so I just waited for an elevator to arrive.

Other people around me also waiting for the elevator, I noticed were giving me weird looks. I can’t say I blame them though, I was in fact wearing pajama pants, Uggs, and an oversized t-shirt, as well as an oversized jacket too. I don’t even remember if I had makeup on or not, and I bet my hair is a total mess now from the wind outside, hell it was probably even a mess before that.

I tried to ignore some of the weird glances I was getting, and just stared at the elevator doors, praying they would open sooner.

As I was still waiting, another thought hit me, what if people got pictures of me like this when I was outside? I know I wasn’t outside very long, but it’s amazing how quickly people can get pictures.

Luckily I didn’t have much time to think on the subject, because the elevator finally opened. Me and about four or five other people rushed ourselves inside as if it were going to close in the next second even though it wasn’t. I sighed in annoyance when someone started running across the lobby telling us to wait to as the doors were about to close. The man next to the button panel pressed the one that kept the doors open, and I was about to tell him to just let the button go so we can go, but I didn’t. I knew I was being pretty impatient, but I wanted to get ready quickly so I could go back to Harry’s. I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t going to come back to his house, because I was, I just still needed to make up my mind.

The decision shouldn’t be as hard for me as it is. Just forgive Harry or don’t. I’m not sure how much I’m ready to forgive him for what he did, but if I don’t I’ll probably lose him as a friend too because he’ll be to angry or upset with me. Plus I knew I was being a bit ridiculous for wanting some big apology. It wasn’t wrong of me to want one, but I knew it wasn’t going to be extravagant, and I don’t know why I thought it should be. I guess I was thinking that if I kept rejecting an apology, he would try again to make it more special. I think at this point though if I keep rejecting Harry’s apologies, he’s going to put less and less thought into them, and eventually just give up.

He did look like he really meant it when he said it to me that night in my hallway, I was just too angry at the time to accept it even though I knew I wanted to. I haven’t even heard the whole story of what happened. I really needed Harry to tell me everything that happened. I’m a bit worried though that he might try to change up the story a bit, but considering where we are now I don’t think he will.

The person who we were holding the doors open for finally reached us and stepped inside while thanking the man who held the elevator for him. The elevator doors finally closed, and we began moving up.

As we began to start stopping at floors, it felt like every other floor was one that we stopped at. My floor being the last one on the ride up, it felt like an eternity to get even in a near proximity of my floor number.

There was only me and one other person left in the elevator, and once we stopped at a floor, he finally go off so I knew my floor was going to be next. It didn’t take long for the elevator to go up to my destination because it was only one or two floors above the current one I was on.

I stepped off the elevator finally, and quickly walked down the hall to my apartment. The elevator ride had taken longer then I planned, so I wanted to get in and get out of the building and then get to Harry’s house as fast as I could.

Once I got to my door, I got my keycard out of my pocket and went inside. I headed into my room with big steps, taking my jacket off in the process. I kicked off my shoes once I was in my room, and then went to my closet.

I picked out a green sweater, jeans, and brown boots. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and into my just chosen clothes.

Then I went into my bathroom, and I was nervous to turn on the lights and see my current appearance. Once the light was on, I thankfully didn’t look as bad as I thought. My hair was really messy, and I had dark circles under my eyes, but it wasn’t too bad, and it didn’t matter anymore anyways.

I took out my makeup, and began to apply everything I wanted on. I then brushed out my hair and got all the tangles out. Once I was done, I rushed out of my bathroom, and grabbed my keycard and headed to the living room. I contemplated on putting on Harry’s jacket or not, but I decided that I would.

I slid the jacket on as I walked out the door and ran down the hall. I pressed the elevator button until the doors opened, and I quickly got in.

This time the elevator ride was shorter because it was just me in the elevator. Once I arrived at the main floor, I got off and walked across the lobby and then went outside. I walked down the sidewalk until I reached the place where I had parked Harry’s car. I took the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the car before getting in. I started up the car, and carefully got out of my parallel parking spot. I drove down the road, thankfully not having to wait at red lights for too long this time. I kept driving and driving, making all the familiar turns and going down familiar roads to Harry’s house. Once I was in the neighborhood that Harry’s house was in, I made one more turn and I was now on the road of Harry’s house. I parked in his driveway, and got out the car and locked it behind me as I walked up to his front door.

Once I rang the doorbell, only seconds later as the door opened by Harry. Before I realized what I was doing, I had my arms wrapped around Harry. I’m guessing it took him by surprise, it took me by surprise too. I felt better though when I noticed his arms wrapping around me.

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