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.

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19. Chapter 18

 

-Erin-

 

I had changed out of my pajamas and into some skinny jeans, paired with a loose sweater, leaving Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall to converse and say goodbye to each other.

Walking out into the main area, I saw Harry searching for something to watch on my Netflix, "We're watching a film?" I asked him.

He turned around to look at me, and I'm pretty sure he checked me out. Oh god. He ignored my question with a smirk on his face, "You look cute." I think he meant for it to come out confidently, but he said it with a hint of shyness. But cute?

"Oh, umm thanks," I said, moving my hand to the back of my neck out of nervousness. I didn’t think that I should be nervous. It was just Harry for crying out loud, and maybe he was just being nice? Who knows.

He went back to my question that I had asked, "I was thinking about In Time. Have you heard of it?"

"Yeah, Mia was thinking about watching that a couple weeks ago. It’s the one with Justin Timberlake, right?"

"That would be the one!" 

"Sounds good, let's watch it." I skipped over to the chest that was in the corner of the room. It was full of unused blankets. I grabbed a big duvet out of it, so we could share it, as Harry switched off the lights.

I plopped down onto the larger grey couch and Harry did the same. He put his arm around me, putting the purple duvet on top of us. I felt comfortable with Harry when we were like this. Not in a dating, relationship, kind of way. But like best friends, and only like that. 

I hadn’t ever seen this film before, but it sounded really good. I was really into action films. Don't get me wrong, I love films like "The Notebook" and "A Walk to Remember" but again, I was the kind of girl that was excited for when "The Avengers" was going to come out in the cinema. 

Justin Timberlake was a good actor. Sometimes, I would forget that he was ever a singer. And even before that, in a boy band, just like Harry was. I wondered if Harry was going to ever go on to do a solo career. There was no doubt in my mind that he could, but I didn't want him to. I loved his band's music. Plus, all of the guys acted like brothers, so I couldn't see them breaking off any time soon. 

During the film, I would once in a while catch Harry looking at me. Not like I had something on my face or in my hair. He looked at me like he just wanted to study me. I only moved my eyes back up at him once, and when I did, I think he blushed. I couldn't really tell because it was dark in the room, but that's what I guessed happened when he would turn away smiling. The rest of the time, I would ignore him. 

The sad thing is, films made me tired, so about forty five minutes into the film, I could feel my eyes starting to glaze over. And slowly, they would close a little bit every minute, until my head was leaning against Harry's shoulder, and I was asleep.

 

-Harry-

 

I felt Erin rest her head against me, so I looked over to see that she had fallen asleep. She looked so beautiful when she slept. All of the stress about hiding and lying to people that she had to carry around with her was gone. She looked peaceful, like she didn't have a care in the world, in some sense. 

Whenever she felt stressed out, I just wanted to comfort her, because I cared about her. When I had reunited with her a week ago, the feelings that I had for her came right back to me, but stronger.

Erin always made me happy, no matter what she did. I always wanted to be there for her, no matter what I had to go through to do it. I used to think of her as a best friend growing up. But as you grow up, you of course change. 

I don't know what made me change my view of her when we were young. Maybe it was when she started to wear makeup or when she got her braces off. Maybe it was when we entered secondary school and my friends started to point out how fit she was. But honestly, I didn't think it was looks that sparked my feelings; it was just coming of age for this kind of thing. 

I didn't really understand Erin's thinking. I had said that I would respect her wishes and everything, but I still didn't understand. She didn't mind when I would kiss her cheek or forehead and she didn't care when I would put my arm around her. She didn't mind a lot of things that I would do that an actual couple would do. And we weren't even dating. 

She was afraid of getting hurt if she ever had to leave and insisted that we were just friends. But looking at the examples that I came up with, I say that she was really thinking otherwise. She was either not wanting to admit it or she was trying to hide her feelings from herself.

There was only one thing to do, and I never thought I'd have to do it. It worked on other girls, so maybe it would work on Erin. 

I looked down at Erin and started to rub her cheek with my thumb. 

 

-Erin-

 

I was awoken by a thumb, brushing over one of my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see Harry closer to me than he was when I had fallen asleep, “Hey,” he said while smiling down at me.

"I'm so tired," I said with a yawn, while burying my face into him.

"Me too," he responded, kissing the top of my head. 

"How long was I asleep?"

"Eh, about fifteen minutes." I looked up at him to see that he was still grinning at me and it caused me to blush. 

"Oh." We went back into silence, watching the film. I was a little lost at what was going on, but it was still good.

I caught Harry looking at me with the corner of my eyes again. Without looking at him, I said, "I'm not the telly, you know."

"I know, but this view's much better," Excuse me?

I ignored what Harry said and kept on watching the film, though I did think about his comment. Really Harry? We're friends, remember? Why was he checking me out earlier and telling me that he fancied the '"view?” Why didn't it stick into his head that we are friends? F-R-I-E-N-D-S. 

I noticed that he was watching me again, "Watch the film Harold. Your stares are weirding me out,” I said, not removing my gaze from the film.

"I don't want to watch the film." He was seriously starting to annoy me.

I looked at him with my eye brows raised, "Then why did you want to watch the film when you aren't even going to?"

He smirked, "So I can do this." Without taking his eyes off me, I felt his hand move to my knee and start to go upwards, making goose bumps form on my body.

But I snapped out of it. What was he doing?! I grabbed his hand roughly and moved it away, "What the hell Harry?" I asked with an incredulous look on my face. 

He didn't care. After I looked away, he leaned to my ear, and again putting his hand back onto my leg, causing me to stiffen, "What? You don't like it?" He said it slowly to me, probably hoping that I would feel seduced.

I pulled away from him and got up. As I did, I felt him reaching for one of my hands to stop me, but he failed. I flipped on the lights and turned to him. "What is wrong with you Harry? Seriously, what the hell?"

He didn't look at me, only fiddling with the duvet. "I umm..."

He didn't say anything, so I spoke, trying to use a friendly tone, "Harry, I friend zoned you. I'm sorry, but I did." He still didn't respond, "I just want to be friends, Harry. I don't want to risk anything." 

It felt a little awkward at the moment. Harry liked me. Yes, he tried to kiss me last week, but we agreed to just act like it never happened. But, I guess he just couldn't get past it. After a minute of silence, he spoke, "Sorry." But he still didn't look at me.

I sighed, deciding to accept his apology, because I didn't want us to break apart again. We had just gotten back together today anyway. I simply turned the lights back off and wandered back over to the couch. But I didn't sit next to him, like I had before. Harry turned the film back on and we sat, once again, in silence. 

"Erin, come here," Harry said after only a minute of the quiet. My gaze turned to him with questioning eyes, "I promise that I won't do anything." He gave me a puppy-dog like look, even though I don't think he was trying to. 

I gave in and scooted closer to him. He draped his arm on my shoulder, and I put my head back where it was before, acting like nothing had just happened.

 

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