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


23. Chapter 22



From: Harry

I'll be over around midnight, that alright w/ u?


I read Harry's text as I finished up my English and Algebra homework. I wrote him back a quick reply saying that it was fine for him to get here that late. 

I wondered at what we would do. Just walk around and show him the city a bit? Or maybe actually go somewhere that was open this late? Who knows, I was hoping Harry would have some form of an idea, because I had no clue whatsoever. Hopefully, there wouldn't be fans around where ever we decided to go that would recognize him.

It was about eleven pm, so he would be here in an hourish. I scooped up my books and walked over to the other side of my room to place them on the shelf where I usually kept them. 

I decided that I might as well just get ready now, then I could just wait around for him to show up. I reapplied my makeup, shook out my wavy hair, and changed into a new outfit for tonight: grey skinnies, a lace tank top, combat boots, and a leather jacket.

I turned on the telly to Project Runway and left to go to the kitchen to find some food. But, of course, the second I opened my fridge-


From: Harry

be sure not to eat anything, I have an idea for food xx


I closed the fridge, rolling my eyes at the X's he left at the end of the message. I went back over to watch the show I had turned on, but I found myself constantly wandering around my apartment, looking out the window to see if I could see Harry entering the building, checking the peep hole on my door, looking my phone for messages. I was anxious to get out of my flat and actually do something. 

I ended up going over to my room to pick out a purse to use for the night. I decided on the one that Laurel gave me for my birthday last year. It was a black, circular, over the shoulder bag. I placed my wallet in it.

I started to walk back over to the sitting area of my flat, but screamed before I could. "You're looking really fit tonight Erin," he said.

"Harry! God, don't do that to me!" He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, between my room and the other one. I almost bumped into him in the process of walking. I of course wasn't looking up because I was busy fiddling with the clasp on my purse. 

He laughed, "Sorry love-,"

"Wait, how did you get in here?" I questioned him. Love? What? It was different when Louis called me that, but when Harry said it…it sounded different.

"I used the key from under your mat."

"Oh. Well, you've really gotta stop doing that."

"Whatever," He kissed me on the cheek, which caused me to stiffen a bit. Though I think he noticed, he still ignored it and grabbed my hand, "Let's go."

 We made it to the door until he paused, turning to look at me, "Do you have sunglasses with you?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow, "No? It's the middle of the night." 

"Go grab a pair, just in case we run into someone who could recognize me."

"Oh, ok. I'll be right back." I released his hand and went to grab my sunglasses off of my desk. I opened up my purse to put them in as I made my way out of the room. Of course, as I looked down, I ran into Harry again because he had followed me without my knowledge.

Gasping, "Stop doing that!" I back handed his chest.

He ignored my attempt to slightly hurt him, "You're cute when you're angry." He took my hand back into his and kissed my cheek like last time. For some reason, his usual gestures were making me feel uncomfortable tonight. Maybe it was that dream I had? 

After I had turned off the telly, locked my door, we made our way to the street, and Harry hailed a cab. "Where are we going?" I asked as we sat down.

"I can't tell you!" He put his arm around my body, causing me to lean forward to rest my elbows on my knees to avoid his arm, like it was an instinct that I had used before. But I hadn’t.

I glanced up to see Harry frowning as he moved his arm back to his lap and gave the driver the address. "Why can't you tell me?" I asked him.

He patted my head lightly like a dog, "I just can't." 

I eventually sat back up as we drove through the city. Harry tried again to put his arm back around me, but I agreed and fought the urge this time to stiffen or move away. 

The ride wasn't too long and I knew that we were still in Brooklyn. Harry paid the driver and we got out to a pizzeria. "The boys and I have gone here plenty of times. Niall said he went here as a kid when he was visiting his relatives," Harry said to me as I looked at the place, "You know what the best part is?"

"What? The fact that it's New York style pizza?"

"Nope! You actually get to make your own pizza," he said, pulling me by the hand inside.

The place was warm and of course smelt like pizza. It looked quite traditional, Italian style decorations, tables and chairs, wood burning ovens. A waiter greeted us and we were brought over to a table. The restaurant was empty besides the waiter and a cook. 

"All you have to do is decide on your toppings and then we get to go make it," Harry told me as I studied the list of vegetables and meats. It ranged from pineapple to anchovies to olives to even lamb. 

"I'm going to get pepperoni, sausage, and green peppers. That alright with you?" I asked.

"Green peppers? I thought you hated those," he questioned me.

"I used to, but Mia made me like them after she made countless stir fries for me." 

"Well then, even after all of the times I tried to get you to like them, she gets you to enjoy them," he joked, "Anyway, it sounds good to me, if we can have mushrooms." 

"Fine, even though you know that I don’t particularly like them.”

The waiter came back, so we told him what we wanted on out pizza. After that, we were brought over to where we would be making it. It was a large table with a wood board and flour covering it. I picked up a little bit of flour into my fingers and lightly threw it at him so that it hit his black t-shirt. 

"No! We are never doing that again! No more flour fights," he chuckled, waving a finger at me. Next thing we knew, the ingredients we requested were brought to us, with a bowl full of sauce and some dough.

I grabbed the dough, put it in front of us, and started to flatten it out with my fingers. Harry brought his hands over to help me, playfully bumping his side into me which later lead to a fight for dominance on who had the most control of the dough. We would raise our elbows, trying to keep the other from being able to do much.

Once we were done with the dough, we kind of quit the dominance thing. I used a spoon to put the sauce onto the pizza and spread it around. Sprinkling the cheese on top, we would sneak some of the white mozzarella to snack on.

After we put the toppings on, Harry rang a bell that was on our table, indicating that the waiter could come over and take our pizza from us. The cook then put it into the stone oven as we walked over to sit back down where we were before. But before I could sit, Harry came from behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

I stiffened, "What are you doing?"

He ignored my question and kept on hugging me, "What's wrong with you tonight Er- Olivia? You've seemed...off or something."

"Well-" I stopped myself. I didn't really feel like discussing my dream with Harry. It might make things more awkward then, I hate to say it, but more awkward than they already were at the moment, "-never mind, nothing. It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it's bothering you love."

"That's just it. You're calling me love when I'm not your love. You keep on hugging me like this and kissing me on the cheek and putting your arm around me-"

He released me and put his hands in front of him, "Whoa, sorry. It's just that I've always done that with you, I'm sorry."

I sighed and realized that I over reacted a bit. The whole dream thing was making me feel "off". "No, I'm sorry, it's fine." Coming to my senses, “Sit down and I'll tell you."

We sat across from each other and I fiddled with my hair, "What is it?" Harry asked.

"Ok, well, last night I had a dream about when we were in year ten."

There was silence for a moment until Harry was done processing what I said, "Oh, I guess that explains it a bit."

"It's just that yesterday, you brought up Isabella and that brought back memories of that time." I didn't look at him, but I know he was doing the exact opposite to me.

"You know how sorry I am for that. I've said it countless times."

"I know, and I'm not mad at you for it. That's what's been bothering me though." I looked up to see he was frowning. 

We were interrupted when the pizza was brought to us. It smelt really good. Picking up the first slice, I started to eat. Harry didn't though. He seemed upset, just like I had predicted. "How can I fix this?"

"Harry, it’s fine. I think I'm better now that it's off my chest." I assured him.


"Yeah," I said, inching the pizza plate closer to him so he would pick up a slice.




Harry had texted me, letting us know that he had left with Erin, "Alright, time to go. We only have two hours at the minimum," I told Liam, Niall, and Zayn. I was surprised Harry had come up with such an adorable idea to do for Erin. 

"Right, do you have everything, Liam?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah it's in the bag, let's just get going. This going to take forever to set up." 

Niall hailed a cab and we started towards the flat. When we arrived, I took the key from under the mat and walked in with the lads. "Let's get to work," Liam said.

"I'll take the kitchen," Niall stated. He opened the bag and took what he needed.

"Only you would pick that, Niall," Zayn said while shaking his head.

"Whatever, I just picked it mainly for the counter space." 

We each took the rest of supplies equally and dispersed throughout the place, "I've got the bedroom!" I called.

"I'm assuming Erin's?" Zayn asked.

"Of course!"

"Don't you dare go snooping through her stuff Tommo!" Liam shouted from the other side of the flat.

"Eh! She'll never know." I noticed that Erin's room didn't need anything done to it. So, I looked around. I noticed a photo album sitting on the bed. I started laughing when I saw little Haz with his face covered with stickers.

"What is it?" Niall asked as he walked through the door.

"This." I gave him the book and he started to chuckle as well. 

"Guys, we don't have much time! Come out here and do the hallway!" Zayn said.

We came out with the rest of our supplies and finished the rest of the flat. By the time we were done, it was after two in the morning. 

"Alright, let's leave before they get back," I said. 

"Wait, we have to find the control box first," Niall said, stopping us. 

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked him, confused.

"The control box?" He waited for us to answer, but we still stared at him, "We use it so Erin can't turn on the lights when she gets back?"

"Oh! Good idea," Zayn stated.

"It should be at the end of the hallway. Someone stay here while I go find it," Niall said.

"How did you figure that out?" I asked him.

"A lovely place called the internet.”

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