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


22. Chapter 21



Flashback -> April 19th, 2009


"Did you hear about Harry and Liza? They were full on snogging at the party!"

"'Wait, I heard it was Amanda."

"I bet it was both."


"Harry is such a player."

"But he's so hot! He was flirting with me in Maths. He said we should see each other after school."

"That's what he says to every other girl, Tiffany.


"Oh my god, look at Tiffany and Harry."

"Get a room Styles!"


"I had such a good time with Harry at Katie's party. Best. Kisser. Ever."

"Regan, stay away from him. He's no good."


Those were some of the things that I would hear as I walked down the hallways every day. School became almost like a nightmare for me because of him. Okay, maybe he didn't do anything directly to me except for practically ignoring me for the past five months. It started with the stupid Halloween party last semester.

We were supposed to hang out with each other that night. It was actually my first ever party, but not Harry's, so I knew he would be drinking. He seemed a little...off, before he even had a beer. I left to go mingle with some of my other friends, next thing I know, I turn to see Harry and Liza snogging. I wasn't sure why it made me so sad, but it did. I knew I had feelings for Harry, but we were only friends. So I should've known Harry would eventually date/snog other girls. 

I felt the blood drain from my face. I turned back to Isabella, Alexis, and Maggie, "What's wrong Erin?" Alexis asked.

"Yeah, you're looking like a ghost right now." Maggie stated. 

I didn't want to be here to see this, not at all. I just wanted to go home and curl up in front of the telly with a giant blanket, "N-nothing. It's nothing. I don't...feel good,” I said. And after taking a quick glance at Harry, I continued, “I'm going to go home."

"But you've only been here for an hour!" Alexis pouted, "Please don't leave!"

"I’m feeling sick to my stomach, girls. I'm just going to head out."

They gave a few awe's and hugged me goodbye. As I was walking away towards the door, I heard Isabella gasp, but I ignored it. 

I got out to the cool October air with my bumblebee costume not exactly helping me stay warm. I decided to walk home, I wasn't very far. It would take me maybe, oh, 10 minutes at the most? "Erin, wait!" I turned to see Isabella coming outside. Her light brown hair and witch dress blew in the breeze, causing her to shiver.

"What’s up?" I asked, trying to act nonchalant.

"I saw what Harry was doing. Are you okay?" I was surprised by Isabella. Out of all of the girls that I hung out with, she was the shyest.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't worry Isabella, I'll be fine."

"Okay, but look, Harry isn't being very smart. He's being stupid actually. Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

I nodded my head slightly, “Yeah, I actually do…”

“Do you want to walk back to your house together?”

“Yeah,” I responded.

When we got to my house, I poured everything out to her about how I might or might not have felt about Harry. We watched movies the rest of night, with my occasional, and probably not needed crying. But, Isabella still listened to everything I had to say.

Over the next five months, we became really good friends, best friends actually. Also, Harry had ignored me for unknown reasons. He would be a complete and utter arse to me.

 I remember one of the first days I went up to him to talk. I was a little annoyed because he had been avoiding me and hadn't answered any of my texts for a week. And even though I was still quite hurt from what happened at the party, I still missed him.

I pulled him aside from his friends in the hallway to chat, "Hey, is there something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for over a week now."

He didn't make eye contact with me, glancing over his shoulder to look at his mates. When he looked back, his expression was almost angry, I couldn't tell, "I’ve been too busy having fun with other girls, Erin. Do you have a problem with that?"

I was shocked by his words, "I- umm-,"

"Spit it out, Erin," He said interrupting my unsureness.

"Well I-,"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head with mockery. Mockery? Why was he mocking me? "I don't have time for this. Have you seen Tiffany? I want to talk to her."

"Ugh, I can't believe you."

I stomped away from him, towards my other friends, not looking back. I ended up trying to talk to him normally again a couple days later, but the result was exactly the same. And every time I tried, it was still the same. Harry was being a fucking idiot. And I didn't understand why he was acting this way towards me. 

But I eventually gave up on him. I hung out with my friends and mostly Isabella. We would paint each other's nails and watch movies that were meant for little kids, hoping that everything would make me forget about Harry. I would try to not think about him during the day, but I was forced to whenever I heard about whoever he was snogging that day. He wasn't acting like the Harry I grew up with. I couldn't figure out what brought on the drastic change at the Halloween party.

But then, at the beginning of this month, Isabella revealed that she was moving away. Her family was moving to London because her dad got a huge job opportunity. I was now losing another best friend. I would have no one to really talk about the Harry situation anymore, because I hadn't really told anyone else about it in our group of girls.  

So now Isabella was gone, Harry still for some reason hated me, and I had friends now that I didn't really hang out with as much as I used to with Izzy. My birthday was today as well, the 19th of April. I had gotten a few "happy birthday's today from people, a text from Isabella telling me to have a party and enjoy the day, Alexis and Maggie also bought me some perfume and a purse. I guess Harry's gift to me was actually looking me in the eye for the first time in months. But my response wasn’t a “thank you” of any sort. I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a sly flip off, using today’s confidence to power it.

When I got home from school, I scrolled through my birthday messages on Facebook and was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

I opened it to see Harry, holding his bag over his shoulder, "What are you doing here?" I asked him as I crossed my arms. 

"Happy birthday?" He said unsurely.

Rage filled me, causing me to go off on in, "Oh! So now you talk to me! How have you been Harry, because it’s been how many months since you said a decent word to me? Wait, I don’t even care. Is this my birthday present? Because I don't want it," I scoffed at him. I started to close the door on him, but he stopped it with his foot.

"I'm stupid Erin, I am. I don't know what I was thinking. I miss us being friends and I for some reason didn't think that our twelve year friendship mattered. I messed up by ignoring you and making you feel like I hate you, and I don't. I could never hate you, ever. I'm not going to blame my friends for abandoning you, but they convinced me that it would be better if I was with girls to snog, not with ones to be just friends with. They were wrong. And I have no idea why I ever thought what they were saying was right. I missed you Erin. I know there is no way that you will ever forgive me, but I hope you do." 

I could see tears starting to well up in his eyes. I didn't think about what I was doing. Maybe it was because it was my birthday and I was so happy that I hated to see him sad. And maybe it was that I still missed him so much, that I said, "Just come in here and make me a cake already."

His face lit up through his watery eyes, "Really?"

"Yeah," I said nodding my head and letting him in. 

Isabella would probably shun me for allowing him back into my life, especially this quickly. But I guess I was the type of girl to do that. I always missed people way too much than I should. 


Present Time


I woke up from my dream/nightmare. My blankets were all pushed to the bottom of my bed from me kicking them down there in my sleep. I could tell that I had been sweating based on how clammy I felt at the moment.

I hadn't really thought about Isabella for a long while. I wondered if she knew I was dead. It made sense on why I didn't want to talk to Harry about her while he was here, because I had become closest to her when we were the farthest apart. I hated him during that time; at least that's what I told myself. But I found that I had actually missed him more than anything. 

Harry ended up laying off the "girls" a lot more after he came back to me on my birthday. He did try to date, which I was a little jealous of, but it was better than that snogging obsession that he had in year ten.

But I actually was always scared that Harry would go back to his old ways through the rest of secondary school that I attended with him. And whenever I would read news articles on him before we had met up, there would be a couple of stories about him and another girl. 

It's expected though. I mean, he is a guy. But I guess I found it somewhat hard to trust him on things like that.

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