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


4. Chapter 3




How was this possible? I thought she was gone from my grasp years ago. But I didn’t understand! She didn’t even want to talk to me? I thought we were best friends last time I saw her, now she couldn’t even stand to look at me.

I could feel myself crumbling down by the second, torn between the belief that she was dead and that I had just seen her moments ago. 

I could barely hear Liam’s voice, “Harry, people are starting to stare. We have to go before someone recognizes us.”

I looked up at him and brushed my hands through my curls, “Alright, just wait.” I walked over to the papers that Erin didn’t even bother to grab, and picked them up. Maybe they could help me find her.

After Louis extended me a hand to help me up, we started to walk down into the subways. But, Liam’s phone started to ring. He looked at me and Louis a little worriedly, “It’s Paul.” Shit.

“Hey Paul," He spoke. "…yeah we did…umm, I’m not sure," His face turned to Louis. "Where are we?”

Louis didn’t seem to have any idea, which was the same for me. He searched for some kind of sign to let us know where the hell we were. We were on a busy street, that's all I knew, based on the amount of people passing by us. It didn't take long, but Louis eventually figured everything out, telling Liam.

“Okay, we’ll hurry back…sorry…okay, bye.” Then he looked at us, “Yeah, we have to go back. Paul and management aren’t happy with us.” We all kind of grimaced, feeling slightly guilty for going out secretly. 

We walked down to the subway, and finally found our way back to the hotel in less than ten minutes. When we got there, fans were waiting by the hotel. So, we tried to go through the back way. Once we were back on our floor, Niall came up to us with Zayn following him.

“Thank god you’re back. Paul’s getting frustrated.” Niall spoke.

Louis smiled contently, “No, he’s just jealous that we didn’t invite him to come.”

Zayn started laughing, “Only you would think that Lou.”

Then we all turned to see Paul come out of his room towards us, “Liam! Harry! Louis! What is wrong with you? It's different when you go out without security, but you didn’t even tell us this time!”

We all looked down a muttered a few sorry’s to him.

He shook his head at us, “Yeah, well, just please don’t do it again, deal?”

“Yeah, okay Pauly,” I said.

“Did anyone recognize you?”

Louis started to ramble off, “Not really, only five girls. Well actually six if you count…” He started to fade out once he realized what he just said, “Shit Harry, I’m sorry.”

I knew he didn’t mean to say it, but I couldn’t handle it. My head was pounding and everything still seemed confusing. I didn't know how to handle everything, worried about breaking down right in front of everyone. I just quickly walked over to my room and tried to forget about it. I could hear Paul trying to get me to come out, but he eventually gave up. I just layed down on bed and tried to sleep the day away




“What was that about?” Niall asked.

“You tell him mate.” Liam instructed me.

I didn’t really know how to say it, because when Harry told us, we thought he was crazy, “When we were wandering around town today, Harry ran into…a friend that he hasn’t seen in awhile.”

Zayn looked confused, “Okay? Why was it such a big deal?”

“Well, remember when he told us the story about his best friend that died years ago? Erin?” Zayn and Niall gave me small nods of the head, “Well, he thinks that he ran into her today.”

“What? That doesn’t make any sense. She’s dead. Gone.” Niall said, dumbfounded.

Liam spoke up before I did, “Yeah, we asked him if he was sure, and he said that he knew it was her. We’re just as confused as you are.”

Niall stopped Liam, “Wait, did he just see her, or talk to her?”

“When I say he ran into her I mean that he actually ran into her. She dropped a bunch of papers, so Harry went to help her. And I guess he thinks that this girl, that he helped, was her.” I finished.

Liam put his hand on my shoulder to stop me, “I think he asked her if she was Erin, and she whispered something back at him. Then she got up really quickly, and left.

“Yeah, Liam and I had to run after Harry once he started to look for her. I don’t understand this, it can’t be possible that Erin’s back from the dead.”

Niall furrowed his eyebrows and just looked at the ground, “Yeah man, there’s just no way.”

“But don’t you figure that if you know someone so well, you don’t just mistake someone else for them? Are you positive Harry was sure?” Zayn asked us.

We both nodded in agreement, “Yeah he was sure. He basically fell to the ground right after.”

“Should we just leave him alone? I feel bad.” Liam asked me.

“Yeah, just let him think.”

I couldn't imagine what Harry was going through. All I knew was that he needed time to go through everything in his head. It was confusing to everyone, so I didn't think it would help if I were there bothering him with questions that he couldn't answer. And it was pretty evident that he just wanted to be alone for awhile once he left when I mentioned Erin. It was so stupid of me and I felt massively bad for what I did. 

We all then just wandered off to our rooms. I got to mine, and turned on the telly to see what was going on. Nothing funny or interesting, so I walked over to Zayn’s open room. He was sitting down doing the same exact thing I was: watching TV, “Hey, do you want to go out shopping or something for a while? I’m bored.” I said. He turned around with one eyebrow higher than the other.

“We're telling Paul this time, right?”

“Yes,” I assured him.




We walked over to a nearby store with a security guard named Preston. He was head of security, and you basically didn't want to mess with him. (Unless you actually knew the truth about him being the perfect person to mess around with) 

We didn’t really try to find anything, but we had nothing to do until tonight’s sound check. We just walked in and out of stores, browsing, taking some pictures for fans, and signing some autographs.

We found ourselves near Madison Square Garden at one point. “Can you imagine ever performing there Lou? Do you think we ever will?” Zayn asked, gesturing to the building.

“I hope so. It would be fantastic, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it would be. It would probably be an emotional night for us lads.”

Zayn laughed at this and noticed another shop, “Hey, why don’t we try H&M once?”

We walked into this huge store full of clothes. The level we were on was only for girls, so we went down a floor or two. Zayn found some trousers while I bought a beanie and a shirt.

When we took the escalator upstairs, I stopped in my tracks, “Zayn, shit, that’s her.”

“Huh? Who?” He looked around the room trying to figure out who I meant.

“Zayn, her, by the checkout. Brunette hair next to the blonde. That’s who Harry ran into today.”

“What?” He looked over to her, “Wow, she’s fit. Are you positive that’s her? How do you know?”

“Her hair’s the same and she’s still wearing the same outfit. I remember her purple skinny jeans.” What were the chances of running into her here? I knew we had to talk to her before she left again, for Harry’s sake.

We waited by the doors until she was done. Once she came near us, I walked over to her, “Erin?”

She stopped immediately, speechless. The blonde then spoke up, “Erin? Who’s Erin?”

“Yeah, you must have me mistaken for somebody else, sorry,” She added hastily, looking at the ground. She then fidgeted with her hair, moving it to the side, “Let’s go Mia.”

The girl that she called Mia started to agree, but then stopped and looked at me, and then Zayn behind me, “Wait a sec, let’s not. Aren't you guys from One Direction?”

I felt Zayn come up behind me, “Yeah we are.”

Oh my god. No way! I’m such a huge fan! Can I take a picture with you?” She started to squeal from her excitement, so we agreed that we would and got ready to take it. She looked over to the girl who Harry thought was Erin, “Do you want to take the picture? I know that you hate being in them.”

Zayn looked at her, “Why don’t you like being in pictures?”

She stuttered, like she was unsure with herself, or maybe it was because she was nervous in front of us, “I umm, I just don’t like them I guess.” Mia handed her the cell phone and she snapped the photo. I quickly then reached into my pocket and took a picture of the brunette.

“There! Now, you’re in a picture!”

She looked a little panicked for some reason, “But I don’t want to be! Can you delete that? I probably look bad.”

Zayn looked over my shoulder at my phone. “No, you look gorgeous, no worries.” He said smiling, looking at the freshly taken photo.

“But can you please, seriously, delete that?”

Why would she want her picture deleted? I didn’t understand. But I knew that I couldn’t delete it because I had to show Harry, “Yeah sure, I guess.” I lied.

Preston walked over to us, “We best be going boys.”

“No that’s alright, nice meeting you two! Thanks for the picture!” Mia said.

As we walked out of H&M, I called back, "Hey! You should come watch us on The Today Show tomorrow morning!"

"I was planning on it." Mia yelled. I saw that her friend was not happy with this. She practically glared at Mia, though Mia didn't even notice.

We left and called a cab to drive us back to the hotel, “I’m going to show this to Harry, to see what he says.” I said, looking at the picture again. I was just satisfied that the phone she was holding wasn't covering her face.

“Hopefully they'll show up tomorrow."

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