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.


95. Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Liv’s POV

After I had quickly gotten off the elevator, I walked across the lobby until I made it to the sitting lounge area that Harry had wanted me to stay at in the first place. Looking back now, I probably should’ve listened to him and just stayed here in the first place. Either way, I’d be in the lobby waiting for him, just now his management might be even angrier with him then they already are. I hope they aren’t too mad at him for bringing me; they’re probably more annoyed then they are mad. So I hope this won’t affect him too much, because it seems like he’s already in enough trouble as it is. I sat down on the same couch that Harry had wanted me to stay at, and made myself comfortable.

I took my purse off of my shoulder, and set the ends of my shoes on the border of the coffee table. I decided to take my phone out of my purse, hoping pointless games on the device will take over my thoughts for a while. Just as I unlocked my phone and was about to press on an app, I heard the lady at the desk that had been interrupting Harry earlier, loudly speaking at someone. When she kept talking, I looked over at her and she was looking right at me.

“Please take you feet off the table,” the lady said once she noticed me looking over at her.

I rolled my eyes at her, but did as she said. This place is way too high class if they’re worried about their tables. I hardly had my shoes on the table, and the border of the glass table is black anyway. I once again try to block out the thoughts of my newfound hatred and annoyance of this building and everyone in it. I finally fully focus on my phone and stop thinking about how much that lady bothers me, or how worried I am about Harry right now.

As much as I tried to stop thinking about it, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in Harry’s meeting right now.

Harry’s POV

“Seriously Harry?” my manager angrily said to me.

“It’s not that big of deal anymore, it hasn’t gotten out to the tabloids,” I told him.

“Yet Harry, it hasn’t gotten out yet. It’s only a matter of time before it does and then that’s all people will be talking about when if comes to you for almost the rest of your life,” he said.

I opened my mouth to speak back, but he wasn’t quite done.

“Do you really want to labeled as a singer who drives drunk?” he said more of a statement then a question.

“It was one time!” I said back.

“They don’t care, they’ll say you’ve done it more just to get publicity on the subject,” he told me.

“So I guess all publicity isn’t good publicity now is it?” I said, using his own words against him.

The words he said to be when I wasn’t sure of agreeing to the stunt involving Liv.

“This is completely different,” he told me, and I just rolled my eyes at him, clearly not convinced.

I had just explained to them everything about the car wreck, and why I had basically been drunk while I was driving. They weren’t very happy when they found out I had been drinking because I was stressed about Liv, but that didn’t seem to be of their concern right now. I’m hoping that they might for get about that that was the reason, and just stay focused on, well pretty much anything else.

I wanted to keep Liv out of this whole situation as much as possible. I was already in enough trouble, I didn’t need them mad at me because Liv has been distracting most of my thoughts, for the better and in one case for the worse. I wanted to keep Liv as close to their good side as I could, but I knew right now she was probably barely in between of their good and bad side.

My manager had his head in his hands, sighing in frustration as he soon lifted his head up and set his hands down on his desk.

“Okay Harry, we just need to try our best to keep it out of the tabloids,” he said.

“You think I don’t know that, it’s not in the tabloids yet so I think we’re good for now. More interesting things are happening everyday for paparazzi to take pictures of and for tabloids to post about, I doubt that they care very much about me right now,” he had an angry look on his face by the time I finished speaking, but I didn’t care, it felt so good to get all that out and have the guts to tell him that.

I’d been pretty surprised with myself by everything I’ve been saying to him so far in this meeting. I usually didn’t have the courage to stand up for myself to him like this.


“Okay, you’re free to leave now Harry,” I was told and I rapidly got out of my seat.

The quick movement causing the chair to slide backwards as I stormed out of the room. I slammed the office door behind me as I walked out, and then continued to storm down the hallway until I reached the elevator. I continuously pressed the elevator button as I waited for one to arrive. I was hopelessly believing that the more times I pressed the button the faster the elevator would come and then the quicker I could be with Liv and get of this morbid building filled with it’s morbid people.

The elevator finally arrived, and I stepped in and pressed the lobby button, and then the button to make the doors close faster. I paced back and forth in the small elevator space once it started moving down. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t stay still. I was too furious right now. I’m sick of management telling me what to do and them thinking they can just control me.

Sure they aren’t like that all the time, but when they are, they’re very controlling and just seem mute to how it might mentally affect me or any of the other boys. The elevator finally arrived at the lobby, thankfully not stopping at any floor to pick up someone else going to the lobby. I continued my pouting as I stomped off the elevator and went to find Liv.

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