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


25. Chapter 24





I leaned towards Harry. I wanted to kiss him so badly, I was practically hitting myself for being so stupid. But, we froze before we could meet each other.

We could hear the fans as we rounded the corner. They would see us, I was sure. Harry and I exchanged worried looks. But he luckily gained back his composure right away. He took off his beanie and handed it to me, "Here, put this on and tuck in your hair. And put on your sunglasses."

"What about you?" I asked. It wouldn't be good if Harry was seen, would it?

"I'm going to get recognized either way, plus it's better for you to be a mystery, if anything."

I nodded my head and did what I was told. I looked like a complete lunatic. My long brunette hair was stuffed inside a beanie, so it looked like I had a huge tumor on the top of my head, or something similar. Then Harry pulled me to him, so that my face was snuggled into his side with his arm around me, keeping me there.

A moment later, we heard, "Is that Harry? OH MY GOD HARRY!"

The screams got louder instantly with marriage proposals, people saying they love him, and then people asking who I was. Though I knew they couldn't see me, it wasn’t question that Harry was with someone.

I'm sure he gave them a wave or two, "Hello!" he called back to them. I could hear fans coming up to the wall that was below the fence, blocking off Central Park and the rest of New York.

As we moved, they moved. They kept on following us. "Don't worry, security is coming to help," Harry murmured into my ear.I could hear his security team stopping the girls from following us anymore. At the same time, I could feel us moving further into the park, away from the hotel.

"You can come out now," he said with a smile.

I took off the beanie and sunglasses ensemble. Handing back the beanie, "Thanks," I said.

"No problem."

Though we rode in silence, it was a comfortable silence. After a little longer, we came to a stop.

"Are you tired?" Harry asked.

I hadn't realized that I had my eyes closed for the rest of the ride, practically falling asleep. I mumbled back a “yes” in response.

"Alright, let's go back." He got out and helped me down onto the sidewalk and hailed a cab so we could go back to my flat.

Harry was really sweet tonight, I'll give him that. We were so close to kissing! I don't know why at that moment I felt like moving in closer, but I did at the time. I was in some kind of a trance – his green eyes pulling me in towards his soft looking lips.

But it ended when the fans interrupted. I told myself that I was relieved that they stopped us, but was I really? Did I really not want to kiss Harry? Maybe, in reality, I just was lying to myself.





"Wake up, we're here." Harry said, kissing the top of my head.

I mumbled something to him that I wasn't even sure about. He sighed and scooped me up, bridal style, into his arms once he got out of the cab.

"Come on, let's go Ehr Bear."

I curled up into him as he walked through the building. After we rode up the left to my floor, I had him set me down so I could unlock the door. We walked in and I search tiredly for my light switch. When I did finally find it, nothing happened. I flipped it on and off, but nothing. Nothing flickered on and there was no light whatsoever.

"Shit," I said to myself. I looked to Harry to see him smiling smugly to himself, "What? What could be so great Harry?"

He didn't say anything. He walked over to my couch and grabbed two pillows and the duvet that we used yesterday. He set them on the ground and gestured me to come over to where they were, "Lay down."

"Lay down?"

"Lay down." He repeated. He took my shoulders and lightly pulled me down with him. I was very confused on why he was having me do this, until I looked up once I had rested my head on a pillow.

Stars covered my ceiling. They were everywhere. They didn't exactly look like real ones, but they were good enough for me. "How did-?"

"The boys came over and did it while we were out," Harry answered.

"It's so cool! The last time I looked at stars like this, besides in my room, was when I was in Holmes Chapel." I paused for a moment, "I miss actual stars though." I had no idea why I was so obsessed with stars, but I always loved them. They were always beautiful, and until I moved to New York, always there. Plus, you don't realize how much you miss something until it's gone, if you know what I mean.

When Harry laid down, he put his right hand under his head, "Come here," he said. He wanted me to put my head on the pillow like area his arm made when it was bent.

I got comfortable lying down next to him. It was just like old times, and it felt good. It was like a long lost memory that I was reliving. I rested my hands on my stomach and later found myself fiddling with my hair.

"Stop that," Harry ordered softly, pulling my hands away, "Why are you nervous?"

Was I nervous? For what? Was it the fact that I almost kissed Harry in the park and now there was a high chance of it happening again? Was I ready for that? Did I want to be in a relationship that could put me in a lot of danger? Not only that, but did I want to be heartbroken if I had to leave?

I didn't know how to answer any of these questions.

"I uh...I'm not." He gave me a questioning look, "I'm not," I reassured him.

He gently removed his arm from underneath my head and rolled over so that his upper body was over mine. My breath hitched in response. He cupped the side of my face and gave me a smile, "Yes you are. Don't be," he whispered.

He leaned down so that his lips grazed mine. He smiled, still not meeting my lips, like he was teasing me. Or even testing me. He wanted to see what I wanted.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I raised my head just enough so that our lips touched. They molded together in want. Want for finally doing this. His lips were smoother than I expected, softly moving with mine. I brought one of my hands up to hold onto his neck. Butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and I couldn't help but smile. Harry moved away to plant little pecks on my jaw, chin, and neck causing me to giggle in response. He stopped and came back up so that his eyes looked into my own.

"Shh..." He told me to stop my giggling, "We're not done yet." He grinned and brought his lips back to mine. My hand moved up to his curls and lightly tugged on them, making him let out a quiet moan.

I felt his tongue press onto my teeth, and surprisingly, I opened my mouth more to allow his tongue into it. Our mouths moved together as our tongues fought for dominance. I started to realize how heated the kiss had become, so I pulled away, not wanting to go any farther.

I could only smile at him and blush a bit. He moved a piece of hair away from my face and gave me a small, gentle kiss on my lips.





This kiss was absolutely perfect, I couldn't describe it. Erin's response set off fireworks in my head. After I had placed one last trace on her lips, I rolled back over and brought her over so that she rested on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.

In the end, she fell asleep. I pulled out my phone to check the time and to see that it was already almost four.

I didn't want to wake her, so I maneuvered myself so I could get up and carry her in my arms over to her bed. After I moved the duvet and laid her down, I helped remove the leather jacket from her while she was half asleep. I covered her with the blankets and bent down to kiss her on the head, "Goodnight Erin, sleep well, and sweet dreams." It was a cheesy line, but I knew she would like it.

I started to walk away to go back to my hotel, but I stopped when I heard Erin, "Harrrrry," she mumbled.

"Yeah love?"

"Can you stay? Please?"

Would it be okay if I did? Ah whatever, "Sure," I said to her. I shot a quick text to Louis, asking him to cover for me in the morning. Normally, management and security wouldn't care if I stayed overnight somewhere, but because they didn't know about Erin, I needed cover.

I moved the duvet away and cradled her in my arms. This night had gone perfect, more than I actually expected.

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