I Finally Found You (Completed)

Today, my name is Olivia Moore. But, it used to be Erin Parker. I had grown up with a normal life in Holmes Chapel, England. I had two of the best parents a child could have. Though I didn’t have any siblings, I had a best friend, Harry.

But, that all changed two years ago. Why? Because I died...or at least that’s what everyone thought. They all thought that I was in a car explosion when I was 16, when someone had planted a car bomb. My friends, family, and anyone I had ever known lost me.

But in reality, none of that happened. Yes, I lost the people around me, but that was because I went into hiding. Three days before I “died,” I saw something that I shouldn't have, so my life was in danger. I didn't really have very much time to say goodbye to everyone I loved. The fact that they didn't know what really happened kills me, they all think I’m dead, that I’m never going to come back. Until now.

Copyright © 2012 -> Iridescent Artist


16. Chapter 15




I loved spending time with Erin. She always brought back my memories of childhood and the life I had before I was famous. Don't get me wrong, I loved my job. It was just always nice to act somewhat normal for once.

"What are the boys like?" she asked me. I had come to visit her today for the third day in a row, of course after letting Nicholas know where I was going again. 

"They're great. In all honesty, I couldn't ask for any better people to have a career with." It was true. We were lucky when we were put together on The X Factor. We practically balanced each other out in some ways.

Louis brought the humor, though every one of us always joked around. Liam brought the sense of order, Zayn had the advice, Niall influenced everyone with how laid-back he was, and I brought my cheekiness. AKA: One Direction.

"Is it true that Louis is your best mate?"

"What is this? An interview?” I chuckled,” But, yeah, we tell each other everything." I paused, "I never asked you, what are you going to university for?"

"I'm a little undecided. I don't know if I want to go for photography or not, because of the pay. But I love doing it."

I noticed the camera that was on the coffee table in front of us. I picked it up and got an idea, "I don't know, I think you should be on the other side of the camera for once in your life."

I lifted it up and took a photo of her. I looked at what I took. She actually looked good, even though she was off-guard when I took it. 

I took another one, "Harry! Stop it!"

"You don't like your picture taken?" I said coyly while snapping another. And another.

She reached for the camera and tried to take it out of my hands, but I kept on taking more pictures, "Give it to me!" She didn't sound very upset because she was laughing the entire time. 

"No, I think I should become a photographer."

She got a hold of the camera, but I wasn't letting go. I was stronger than her, but we still fought for it. At one point of tugging on it, we got really close. Our faces became just inches apart and we stopped pulling. 

I knew that had feelings for Erin before she “died,” but I had shoved them down to keep our friendship. I was afraid of ruining it. I thought that after she was gone for two years, the feelings would have lightened, that they wouldn't be there.

Ok, maybe I knew that a small part of them would still be there, because you never ever really lose feelings for someone. But I thought that I wouldn't think about them now.

But I was wrong. I wanted Erin. I wanted to feel her soft lips on mine. I could feel her breath on my face. I was looking at her astounding, turquoise eyes. I slowly moved my eyes down to her lips. 

"Harry," she whispered. I slowly moved closer to her, closing my eyes. But when I reached to where she should be, I only got thin air. I opened my eyes to see that she had moved away.

She shook her head, "I'm sorry." 

I stared at her, not saying anything. I didn't understand. I thought that maybe, she would feel the same. She never minded when I would kiss her cheek or her forehead. She never minded when I put my arm around her or when she would lean her head against my shoulder. I know it had only been a couple of days, but surely she felt this way before she left, right? 

But maybe she just saw it as a friendship thing. Maybe she could never looked past that. I just looked down at my hands and fiddled with the camera that I was holding, "No, no, it's alright Erin. I shouldn't have-"

She cut me off mid sentence, "Harry, I'm just afraid of if I have to leave at some point. I would have to cut all contact with you again. And…it would be harder for me if we...started something. Please, don't take it like this."

I understood her situation, but it didn't mean that I still felt a little hurt. I just had to accept her wishes, "Let’s just forget this happened?"

"Yeah, let's just do that," she agreed. We heard a knock on the door, "I'll be right back."

 I still felt a little embarrassed that I had been rejected. Stupid Harry. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I heard the small creak of the door, indicating that Erin had opened it, "Hey love," a voice said.

I whipped around to look at the door. I couldn't see the person's body or anything because the door was blocking them. But I would know that voice anywhere.

Erin looked to me, stunned, frozen, not knowing what to do. I went over to the door, to see how he had gotten here.

"Is Harry here?" he asked.

 Erin didn't respond, but he popped his head over to see me before I got to the door.

"What are you doing here Louis?" I growled.

Before Louis even had a chance to respond, Erin went off on me, "You told him? I told you not to tell anyone! Why would you do that?" Her voice was full of hurt and betrayal. 

"Erin, I swear that I didn't tell anyone about you." But she wasn't listening to me. I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I took her head into my hands, "Erin I swear."

She still didn't want to hear it. She shook her head out of my hands and gave me a shove to get away, "I should've expected this when you told me that you told him everything."

She walked away from me, towards her room. She didn't even look at me, "Just leave, and take your friend with you," she cried, slamming her door.

I followed her and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I knocked on it, "Erin, please listen to me."

"I told you to leave Harry. Can't you at least listen to me once?"

"Erin, I swear I kept my promise to you. I didn’t say anything to anyone about you.”

"Just go away, I don’t want to talk to you.”

I brushed my hand through my hair, not knowing what to do, “Erin, please come out.” But she didn’t respond, so I knocked again, “Erin…”

I didn't understand why she wouldn't believe me. Was it the almost kiss? Was she partly mad at me for that?

"Well, I, umm..." I turned around to see Louis, still standing by the door with his hands in his pockets.

"What are you doing here?” I was furious with him, "Did you follow me?" I practically yelled as I stormed across the room to him.

He put his hands up in protest, "What did you expect me to do? You left without telling anyone where you were going, not even me. You said that you were just walking around yesterday Harry, but we both know that you just don't do that by yourself mate."

"You don't know Louis-"

"You're right, I don't know. I don't know why you have been keeping secrets or why you have been sneaking around. So do tell."

"It's not my story to tell!" I threw my hands up in the air because I didn’t know how to fight him on this. I was just hoping that Erin was hearing me say this. 

"Like that has stopped you before. I just can't believe that you're keeping things from me of all people!" Louis was starting to look a little hurt by everything, but I was still irritated at him. He even had the nerve to follow me?

But I didn't respond, I didn't know how to. I had absolutely no idea on what to say. What was I supposed to tell him? That my best friend was actually alive and well, but she was in hiding from a well connected killer? I wasn’t the person who could explain everything. It was Erin’s job and Erin’s only.




I couldn't believe him! He broke his promise. And he knew better than anyone the consequences that would occur if anyone found out.

I should’ve never shown my face to him. I should’ve never gone to that bloody concert. I should’ve never given him the chance to contact me. 

I was so aggravated. He not only told Louis where I lived, but he also told him everything about me. He probably told everyone else in his band as well. Harry was being a damn blabber mouth. And he just can never keep him mouth shut. 

When he tried to kiss me earlier, I pulled away. I wasn’t sure of my feelings and I didn’t think I felt that way towards him. But when he tried to kiss me, he showed me that he clearly cared for me.

I mean, I care about Harry and I did used to have a crush on him. But I was always too scared to tell him.

All I knew was, I’m glad that I didn't kiss him. I'm glad that I kept away. I'm glad Louis showed up to show me that this entire thing was a bad idea. I just had to stay away from him.

But Harry was a stubborn person. He wouldn't give up. He would call me and text me until I answered. But I wasn't going to do that. I was going to stand my ground and make him keep away from me. 

My music was blasting in my ears after I had put in my ear buds a half hour ago. I don't even know what I had been listening to the entire time because I was so deep in thought. But I was taken out of that when One Direction’s song, Gotta Be You, started playing. I quickly took my ear buds out to get away from that. I was done with Harry, One Direction, and anything that surrounded him for now on.

I sat up and felt that my cheek was wet and after looking down at my pillow, an area of it was wet as well. Was I crying again? See, this was another reason why I needed Harry out of my life. He had caused me to cry more in just four days, than I had in months.

I realized that Harry was probably gone and I decided that it would be a good idea to have Laurel and Kylie come over tonight. I was hoping they would be able to help me forget about everything. I then remembered that my phone was still sitting on the counter in the kitchen where I had left it earlier. 

I turned off my ipod and went out there to grab it. I had fourteen missed calls from Harry and ten text messages, also from Harry. I deleted all of them without even taking a peak to what he had said.

"Erin?" I gasped and spun around to a voice that wasn't Harry's. It was Louis.

He was sitting on the couch, fixing his messy hair. He must’ve fallen asleep while he waited for me to come out.

 "Listen, this wasn't Harry's fault," he said.

I didn't want to hear it. I was done with this. I didn't mean to be rude or mean, but he was part of this, "When I told Harry to leave, that included you."

"Listen to me, please," He got up from the couch and started to walk over. 

"Just leave. Just leave me alone, I don't want Harry or anything that has to do with him in my life. Is that too much to ask?"

I went back into my room with my phone in hand. I locked the door and leaned up against the wood as I sat and waited for him to leave.

It didn’t take long. I heard the door close in less than a minute. Still sitting, I called up Laurel and Kylie to make some plans for the night.

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