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


20. Chapter 19




Erin confused me so much. I honestly couldn't figure out what was going through her head sometimes. She kept on giving me mixed signals about fancying me, but I guess I would just have to accept them for awhile longer. I knew there was just no way that I would have the chance to kiss her today, because she would keep her guard up. 

Rejection is probably one of the worst feelings ever, especially when you actually really like the person. But honestly, I had never really had a girl reject me before, well not really. Erin was obviously different from other girls, but it was still odd to me. 

When the movie was over, Erin stretched out her arms and legs, "Did you like it?" 

"Yeah, it was good,” I responded while chewing on my lip. To be honest, I didn't really even watch it; I had been thinking most of the time. 

She looked like she was thinking about something for a minute, then spoke with a grin, "I want to show you something."


"I can't tell you," she said with a smug smile on her face.

"Well, where's it at?"

"My room." At that, without thinking about it, I got up from the couch, grabbed her waist, and draped her over my shoulder while still holding her legs. "Harry! What are you doing? Put me down!" she protested, but I could tell that she really didn't mind all that much, based on the amount of giggles I was receiving.

She banged her fists against my back, but I ignored her, "I'm just bringing you to your room Ehr Bear." 

I started to set her down on the bed when we reached her room, but somehow, I ended up on top of her. I don't know if I tripped on something or if she had somehow accidentally brought me down with her. Either way, it was completely by accident. 

We ended up having a moment. You know, those times when you forget about everything and just look at each other? Almost like a trance? Well that happened.

I moved my hand to move the bit of hair that had fallen out of her pony tail that was on her face, and tucked it behind her ear. Moving my hand over to cup the side of her face, I used my thumb to stroke it. I forgot about thinking that I wouldn’t be able to kiss her today, because now seemed like the perfect moment to. I barely moved my head forward towards hers, maybe not even a centimeter, when she snapped out of our moment. 

She cleared her throat, "Harry, can you get off me please?" She surprisingly said it politely, and I didn't want to make her upset, so I simply smiled at her and gave her a peck on the nose.

I got off her like she asked, giving her the opportunity to sit up, "So, what did you want to show me?" I asked as I shook out my hair and parted it to the left.

She ignored my question, "That's so weird."


"Your hair, the way you fix it. It somehow always turns out perfect every time," she fidgeted a bit with her hair, so I could tell that she was nervous. 

"You think my hair is perfect?" I said with a hint of smugness in my voice.

She looked up at me and gave a quiet laugh, "Well, you think I'm cute, so..." She shrugged her shoulders but gave me a crooked smile, "Anyway..."

She got up from the bed and reached under to grab something. I heard a noise, as if she was moving a floor board and then she came out with a photo album.

She held it in her hand, looking at it as she patted the spot next to her on the bed for me to sit down, "I actually broke more than one rule.” 

"Shame on you Erin," I said with loads of sarcasm. We started to go through the pictures, remembering memories of her past, "How in the world did you smuggle this with you?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know why, but no one checked the bag that I brought with me." 




As we flipped through pictures of my/our past, we would stop once in a while to talk about each one, so you can imagine that looking through the album would take quite awhile.

"Oh my god," Harry blurted. The picture was of Harry. His hair was filled with flour he was practically covered in it. I knew that behind the camera, I was too.


Flashback -> October 14th, 2008


"So you've had this job for about two and a half months, your boss is away, and he actually trusts you to take care of the place all by yourself. May I ask why?" I asked Harry. I was leaning on the tall counter where the pastries were on display. My arms were laying flat and I set my chin on them.

Harry, as he was setting some scones in the display replied, "You don't think I can handle this?"

"Harry, I know you. You're going to get distracted by god only knows what and then something's bound to happen. Just wait for it." I was giving him a hard time, and it was pretty funny watching him getting a tad frustrated with me. 

He huffed his breath as he finished arranging, "Can you just help me a little bit real quick? That's why I asked you to come."

"Well I am offended that that's the only reason you want me here."

Harry rolled his eyes as walked to the back room, where he and the other workers would make the pastries, "I need to make more crumble, but I have to hurry because it's almost time for lunch. Therefore, I need to be out there when that happens."

"So you need me to help you make it."

"Exactly," He stated, grabbing the recipe book. While he skimmed through the old thing for the crumble recipe, I got bored. 

In the large room, there were cupboards on the two far walls with counters underneath them. In the middleish area, there was an island, I'm guessing to make the breads. And on the walls to the right of me, a couple of ovens waited to be used. I saw a huge bag of flour next to the island and got an idea. I wanted to lighten Harry up a bit, because he seemed stressed.  

I wandered over to the bag. He started to turn towards me, holding a measuring cup in his hand, "Erin, can you fill this up with-" I threw some flour at his face, and it hit him the moment he looked at me. Luckily, he had closed his eyes, "-flour." The white powder stuck to his face and little got into his hair.

He kept his eyes closed, and pursed his lips. I tried my best not to laugh, but I couldn’t help myself, "Don't get distracted Harry," I teased.

He sighed and opened his eyes, "Too late." His frown quickly changed to a sly smile. He ran over and took some of the flour, throwing it at me. We kept on laughing, throwing it at each other until we were covered as much as the floor was. 

I took off, out of the backroom to go grab my camera out of my purse that I had left on the display counter. Harry looked confused, but came out after me, "Okay, this deserves to go on Facebook."

Harry actually froze to give me a cheesy smile whilst he gave a double thumbs-up. I took a picture of the curly haired boy, "Don't actually put that on Facebook," he said.

"Ugh, fine I won't."

He walked over so that he was standing next to me, "Are we done throwing flour? Because I would like to call a truce." 

"Truce," I agreed. But before I knew it, he shook out his hair so that flour went everywhere, especially on me. I gasped, "What happened to a truce?!" 

"I just said that I was done throwing flour," He retorted, kissing me on the cheek. I followed him as he walked to the back room, mumbling to myself about how he cheated, "A tiger always wins," he said.

"Shut up Harold," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. 


Present Time


"Quite the memory," I agreed. 

"Cleaning was awful, thanks for helping me by the way." 

I frowned at him, "I’m the one who cleaned up the entire thing. You were much to busy,” I said, making air quotes with my fingers when I said "busy.”

I flipped the page to look at some more photos. Harry pointed to one of a girl and me from when we were in year ten, "I forgot about her."

"I expected you to," I said, mumbling to myself, partly not wanting him to hear me. 

But he did, darting his eyes away and quickly turning the page, "Sorry for that," he whispered, bringing his green eyes back up to me.

I pursed my lips, still a little mad at him for the entire thing that happened, even though I had forgiven him eventually, "Let's not talk about that," I responded, not wanting to even really think about the situation.

Harry agreed with a small nod and started to talk about another photo.




When it was time for Harry to leave, we hugged longer than we should've; longer than friends ever do. But I just went along with it, just so that he wouldn't feel upset again, "Are you coming over tomorrow?" I asked as we embraced. 

"I have a concert tomorrow night, interviews, and a sound-check all day tomorrow."


He pulled away from our extended hug, "But I can come over tomorrow night if that's alright with you." 

"Yeah, let's do that." Then I realized that I only had two classes tomorrow, lasting only until the late afternoon. Pausing, I changed the subject a little bit, "I want to hang out outside."

"Outside?" Harry asked, puzzled with my statement.

I nodded my head, "I'm just sick of having to always sit in here with you, not being able to enjoy New York together at all."

"But what about getting photographed? I don't want you to be in danger, so let's just keep on doing what we have been." I knew Harry wanted to protect me and not lose me again, but I hated being cooped up inside. I was the kind of girl that liked to be outdoors, no matter what kind of outdoors it was, city or country. I wanted to be out there with him.

"Well, if we go outside when it's late, we have a smaller chance of getting photographed, right?"

"Right..." he said, still looking skeptical.


"Maybe, we'll see how the fans and the paparazzi are tomorrow, 'kay?" He put my face in his hands, "I just don't want you to leave."

"I know..."

He left, kissing me on the cheek as he said goodbye. It felt a little tingly after he had removed his lips. Shrugging it off, I thought about the possibility of going outside with Harry tomorrow. But I was most worried about Jonathan finding out or being seen by the cameras.


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