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.


87. Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Harry’s POV

Liv and I had been shopping for awhile now, and I was getting pretty tired. I forgot how much Liv loved shopping, even if she didn’t get anything. It was just fun for her to walk around every store that looked interesting and see what was inside it. So that’s what we did. Almost every other store we walked passed, Liv just had to go into it. Out of the many stores we have been to, Liv probably only bought something from four of them. She tried on a bunch of clothes though, but she just didn’t like to many things she tried on, claimed they looked better on the rack. While she was in the changing room, I was sitting outside of it waiting for her to come out in an outfit she put together from the clothes she brought into the changing room.

Most of my time spent waiting, I was texting the boys in our group chat. After getting a lecture from all of them about my poor decisions, they let the topic go, and started talking to me about random things until one of them brought up Liv. I was a bit apprehensive to talk with them about her, but think they’ve all pretty much gotten over everything that happened. Once Liv was brought up, one of the boys though I don’t know who, added Niall’s number into the group chat. And of course he was happily anxious to see what I had to say.

I texted them everything that had happened from when Liv drove me home from the hospital to now as we are shopping. Niall’s reaction was almost priceless, and I wish I could’ve seen his happiness in person instead of through text. I’m pretty surprised though that he hadn’t called Liv or I earlier today to see how things had gone. The four of them though were gushing over how cute the two of us were and how sweet my little performance of the song in the pharmacy was. I couldn’t help the grin on my face as I relived in my head all the events I just told them. I was also giddy that the boys were now telling me how sweet I was being to Liv, and I don’t know that just made me really happy.

I heard the click of the changing room door being unlocked, so I slid my phone back in my pocket and let the boys keep texting amongst themselves.

“What are you so smiley about?” Liv asked as she watched my smile grow.

“Just happy that I’m here with you,” I said, and grabbed her smaller hand with my big one.

Once we left that store, I started dragging her into the stores that I wanted to go to, because she would see a store she liked near mine and want to go there first. I only made that mistake once, because once we left her store, we never went back to mine. Once I had started making fun of her for her need to go into every store is when she slowed down, and more willingly went into stores I wanted to go to. She eventually got tired of my constant teasing her, and jokingly walked away from me pretending to leave me by myself.

“No, come back,” I said, reaching my arm out to her.

“No, you’re being mean,” she pouted.

“I’m just stating the truth,” I told her.

“I’m a girl, I like to shop,” she said back.

“I know, I know, now come back over here,” I told her and reached my arm out again as I stepped over to her to wrap it around her.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she said and nodded.

“Okay tell you what, how about we quit shopping now and go somewhere to eat instead of eating at the lame mall food court,” I offered.

“Okay, sounds good,” she said.

The two of us got on the escalator to get down to the ground floor and off the second floor that we were currently on.

Liv and I started discussing places we could go to eat. She wanted to go somewhere that she hasn’t been to very much, or that isn’t in California. I named a few restaurants to her, but she could tell that I really didn’t want to go to them.

“There is this local restaurant that Liam took me to that was good, if you want to eat there,” Liv suggested.

It bothered me a bit that she wanted to go to a restaurant that Liam showed her and not me, but I wouldn’t let it get to me. I didn’t have to worry about Liam now because Liv was with me again, and Liam knew to not make a move on her. He should’ve known all along, but I guess I can’t really get angry at him for developing a small crush on Liv, its not that big of a deal.

“Okay,” I agreed to her restaurant suggestion, and we continued to head toward the exit of the mall until we reached the doors.

Once we walked outside, we were greeted with a cold blast of wind, and I pulled Liv closer to me once I noticed her shivering a bit.

We walked to my car, and I once again opened the drivers seat door for her, and then I walked back over to the passenger side and got into the car. “So where is restaurant?” I asked her. “Its downtown, I think about ten minutes from here,” she informed me. “Okay,” I said. I then sat back in my chair and looked out the window as Liv drove out of the mall parking lot.

A few minutes passed, and I was pretty sure we were almost there. The drive was pretty silent, but I knew Liv was just focusing on making sure she was going the right way. Because something told me she didn’t remember exactly where the restaurant was in the downtown area.

Another minute or so passed, and Liv finally began to say something.

“Did you take your medication this morning?” she asked me.

“Um, no,” I said quietly, but I knew she heard.

“Harry,” she scolded.

“Liv,” I said back.

“Harry seriously you need to remember to take the medication,” she told me.

“But I felt fine this morning,” I said to her.

“That isn’t an excuse, the doctor told you to take it,” she continued to scold me.

“But I feel fine,” I whined.

“But you could start to feel bad as the day progresses, and that cut on your head could get infected and then you’ll wish you would’ve taken the medication, and put on the ointment,” she told me.

“As soon as we get back to your apartment, you’re taking the medication and applying the ointment,” she stated.

“Fine,” I said like a child, and she just playfully rolled my eyes at me.

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