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.


86. Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Harry’s POV

It took me a few moments to realize what happened, because Liv’s hug took me by surprise. I soon gave in though, and wrapped my arms around her as well. We stayed in this position for awhile until Liv finally decided to pull back.

“Sorry,” she said nervously, and now I’m positive that pulling me into the embrace wasn’t intentional, it just happened before she could think it through.

“No need to apologize,” I assured her, and pulled inside out of the cold weather.

It was now pretty silent between us as we walked inside. Neither of us knew what too say, and that seems to be happening to me a lot lately. I wanted to bring up what I said to her before she left to go back to her apartment, but I wasn’t sure how to jump in to that topic.

I walked into the living room, and Liv followed me. I sat down on one of the couches, and she sat on the chair next to it. I noticed she had on my jacket again, so I’m hoping that’s a good sign. If it wasn’t a good sign and she just brought it to give it back , she probably would’ve given it to me and left by now.

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” I said honestly.

“Why not?” she asked, and I knew she was just trying to get me more into the subject so she, technically, wouldn’t have to fully bring it up.

“Because, you know, what I said before you went back to your apartment,” I said.

“What about it?”

“Liv you know what I said so I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that question,” I said and tried to keep my voice calm.

“So it’s really me who should be asking you questions now,” I added. She took a deep breath,

“Okay,” she said as she moved around a bit in her chair.

“So where do we stand now?” I asked, repeating the question I asked her when she was in my car about to leave.

“I don’t really know,” she said, and I sighed when she gave the exact same answer she did earlier.

“How can you not know?” I asked, and then I saw her lips begin to form into a small smile.

“How can you not know?” she asked me, putting the emphasis on ‘you.’

“Well I know where I’d like us to stand right now, but since you’re a pro at mixed signals, I don’t know what you want at this point,” I told her.

“Well what do you want?” she asked me.

I wasn’t sure how this was now her questioning me instead of me questioning her, but I guess I couldn’t really complain with the way things are going so far. In a way I’m pretty happy she took this over because I knew at some point I would probably be at a loss for words, and surprisingly she seems to know what she’s doing right now. “I think you know where I want us to stand,” I told her.

“No, I don’t think I do,” she said with a cheeky tone, because she already knew, she just wanted me to say it. I’m hoping she wants me to say it so she doesn’t have to.

“I want us to get back together,” I told her, “For good this time,” I added.

“Are you going to make anymore stupid choices?” she asked me.

“Probably, I always do,” I said, and her face fell slightly,

“But my stupid mistake won’t affect you or be towards you anymore,” I told her, and I smiled more when I saw her face brighten up.

“That means no more burning bacon,” she said.

“You know that’s not what I meant by stupid mistake,” I said and smiled.

“But it hurt me,” she said and pretended to pout, only for her to end up in a smile.

“How on earth could that hurt you?” I asked, standing up so that I was in front of the chair she was sitting in.

“It was hard to bite into, and the flavor hurt my mouth because it was so burnt,” she said, looking up at me.

“Really?” I questioned.

“Really,” she said back.

“Then how come you finished all of it?” I asked her, and leaned down to her and grabbed her sides and began tickling her.

“Stop Harry,” she said trying to swat my arms away from her. I sat on the arm rest of the chair, and she attempted to push me off, but it didn’t work.

“Say that Harry is the best cook ever and would never burn anything he cooks,” I said into her ear.

“I’m not going to lie,” she said, and that made me tickle her even more, which resulted in her hitting my arms more.

“Stop,” she said. “I’m not going to stop until you say it,” I told her.

I found it very amusing that one minute we were here and, sort of, seriously discussing our relationship, and now we are here acting like children.

“Say it,” I said again. I listened to the sound of her constant giggling filling the room, and I almost didn’t want it to stop.

“Fine,” she said giving in.

“Harry is the best cook ever and would never burn anything he cooks,”

“Thank you,” I said, and stood up and stopped tickling her.

“Never do that again,” she said, out of breath from laughing.

“No promises,” I said and smiled, and then she threw a pillow at me.

I caught the pillow in my hand before it hit me, and threw it back at her. She put her hands in front of her face as the pillow flew towards her. She threw it back at me again, which result in me throwing it back at her again.

“Okay stop,” she said, and put the pillow back on the chair where it was before we started throwing it at each other.

“Your phone is vibrating,” Liv told me after a few moments.

I looked over at my phone on the coffee table, and sure enough it was vibrating and moving slightly on the table. I hadn’t realized I put my phone on vibrate, so since I haven’t heard it for awhile, I’m guessing I’ve missed a lot. My guess is the guys got the text and were now chatting away on there and waiting for me to text something into the group chat.

I picked up my phone, and sure enough my lock screen was filled with notifications that I had received in the group chat. I unlocked my phone, and began skimming through the texts. Most of the texts weren’t really their reactions like I had expected them to be. I’m pretty sure Louis might have told them a bit of what I told him already. Most of the texts that I had gotten were just them asking where I was and if I was going to answer them.

“You okay?” I heard Liv ask me.

“Yeah I’m fine,” I said and closed out of my messages and put my phone in my pocket.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, you choose,” she told me.

We talked back and forth for awhile, trying to decide where to go. We finally decided on just going to the mall, and then going to get something to eat afterwards.

The two of us got our jackets and shoes on, and then headed out to my car. Technically it was Liv’s car now, so it was a bit different that Liv would now be driving me instead of my driving her. Nevertheless, once we were outside I still opened the door for her, and she just smiled at me. I closed the door, and then walked over to the passenger side of the car.

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