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


3. Chapter 2




When I got up and left Harry, I went as fast as I could, not looking back. I was afraid that if I did, I would either cry or even change my mind about leaving him behind. I was worried about revealing that I was alive. 

This was not good, not good. The agency had told me last month that they were getting closer to arresting the killer, so there would be no way for him to get me. They said that I still couldn't contact my family and friends. But because they were so close to arresting the killer, it meant that I could soon let my loved ones know that I was alive and well. They could know that I wasn’t killed, that I was just in hiding from a murderer.

When I found out about this, I thought about the first people that I would contact. Harry was one of the first people to go through my mind. But, I wasn’t sure if I would contact him.

He would probably hate me for lying to him in the first place. Yeah, it looked like he wanted to talk to me when he saw me on the street, but I was sure that want would wear down as soon as he found out the truth. 

And besides, he didn't really need me. He had other people and new friends. Plus, he was famous; I'm sure finding even another friend wouldn't be too hard for him.

But the criminal still wasn't in jail. So no one, absolutely no one, could know that I was alive. I would only be putting them in danger. So the fact that Harry saw me was terrible because I didn't want him to get hurt.

This was awful. Harry was one of the hardest ones to say goodbye to when I had to leave, which is why I decided to make him the last one that I was going to talk to that night.


-February 20th, 2010-


“Harry?” I walked into his room, just like how I usually did, but this was different. This would be the last time I would ever do this.

“Hey Ehr Bear,” -he always called me that. “What’s up?” He was sitting on his bed messing with his guitar. His mom and I got it for him two years ago for a birthday present when he decided he wanted to learn how to play. But he either gave up on it or forgot about it. So in reality, he wasn’t actually sure what he was doing at the moment. 

“I just wanted to come over and see what you we’re doing, I guess.” I hated this.

“Oh, well, come sit by me and play some guitar. I'm terrible at it.” He patted the spot next to him and handed the instrument to me. I actually knew a couple songs after I had spent hours trying to learn them from my computer.

I started to play Hey There Delilah. But I had only gotten part of the way through it when my eyes started to get watery.

“What’s wrong Erin?”

“I-” I couldn’t tell him what was going on. “I- I don’t know, nothing.” I smiled, trying to reassure him. But he took the guitar away from me and pulled me in for a hug.

“Erin, I don’t know what's wrong, but it’s going to be okay.”

No its not. “I know.” But I couldn’t stop crying.

“Here,” He moved the covers away from his bed and pulled me under them, lying down. “Just lay down for awhile. Okay?”

I nodded my head in agreement. But then I thought of something else, "Harry? Do you think I could just sleep here tonight? Just like old times?"

He gave a small, crooked smile, "Yeah sure. I bet my mum will be fine with it." I would just have to text my own mum about it.

He turned off his lamp and layed down with me, wrapping his arms around me.



“Thank you. You know you’re my best friend right? That my life would be entirely different without you?”

“Yeah, mine would be different without you too,” He kissed my temple. “Close your eyes Erin, sleep off your tears, ‘kay?”

“Goodnight Harry.”

“Sweet dreams Erin.”

It took me forever to fall asleep. I wanted to remember as much as I could. When I woke up, it was almost eleven already. I had to leave the country at one in the morning tomorrow. But I didn’t want to go.

It seemed as though Harry had been awake for sometime, just waiting for me to open my eyes, “You alright now?”

“Yeah I’m better,” I lied. “I gotta go though.”

“Okay, let me walk you home?”

“Yeah, please.”

After stretching out of bed and me using my fingers to comb out my bedhead, we grabbed our coats and shoes and headed out the door. 

The walk wasn't very long, only about five minutes. When we got there, I knew that I was going to cry again soon, but I didn’t want Harry to see or worry, because he might be suspicious. I hugged him one last time and whispered, “I’ll miss you Harry Edward Styles.”

He started to laugh at me. I loved his laugh; it was one of the best sounds in the world. But this laugh would be the very last one I would hear out of my best friend.

“Erin, you’re so weird.”

“And you’re not?”

“Oh, I already know I am, but you don’t know that you are!”

I could only smile at him. As I moved away from our embrace, I started to open my door, “Goodbye Harry.”

“Bye Ehr Bear!”

I gave him a small wave and closed the door, running up the stairs to my room. I practically slammed the door when I closed it, pressing my back up against the wood, crying.


-Present Time-


I walked up to my small, Manhattan flat that I had shared with my friend, Mia. We were roommates in high school as well, when I first arrived in New York to go to boarding school while I was in hiding.

I could smell pancakes and bacon on the stove, which was weird, because Mia very rarely cooked. She turned around, wearing an apron, pancake mix powder covering her face and her blonde hair, while she held a spatula in her hand. She looked absolutely ridiculous, “Olivia! Look at what I’m making!”

I put my folder and backpack on the table once I came into the small kitchen, “I know, I could practically smell it a floor down. What gave you the inspiration to do this?”

She went back to her food, flipping a pancake, “I have no idea. I got bored I guess.”

After she was done making them, she made me a plate and put it in front of me on the table. Staring at me while leaning her elbows on the wooden surface, she said, “Try it.”

I cut myself a piece of pancake and put it in my mouth, “This is actually pretty good Mia, good job.”


“Yup, actually.” I smiled at her smugly and took another bite.

“Whatever. How was class?”

The memory of class was basically gone after my encounter with Harry on the street. His words kept on going through my head. 


I thought you were dead.

Is that you?

I wanted to just go curl up on my bed and forget about it. Ans I also wanted to tell Mia because she was my best friend. But she didn’t know anything about my past life. How my real name was Erin, not Olivia. How I started to go on the run two years ago.

“It was just the usual. You know, boring old required classes.”

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