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


33. Chapter 32




We saw Louis and Niall run into this apartment building awhile ago, knowing that they had to come out sometime. Cassidy and I turned the corner of the block and leaned against the wall of the same building, so they couldn't see us as we waited for them to come out. We weren't crazy or anything; this was just the first, and probably the only time that we would get to meet them.

"How much longer do you think it's going to be?" Cassidy asked while twirling a red lock of hair around her finger.

"I don't know. They've been in there for awhile. Hopefully soon, they have a bunch of interviews today," I said as I sucked on the green-apple sucker in my mouth.

Earlier, when they escaped inside, all of the directionators (also known as: The fake fans) had left. And the other real directioners, like us, well, they left because they were getting tired of waiting. 

We looked through my iPad to see if Louis or Niall had posted anything on Twitter about being mobbed or anything, "Oh my god, look," Cassidy exclaimed while hitting my side repeatedly, urging me to look up. 

"What is it? Are they coming out?"

"No, no, no, look there." She point to a black SUV that was slowing to a stop. The reason why that particular SUV stood out was that Harry had decided to roll his window down while cruising through the city. I'm sorry, but he was being an idiot. I mean, that's exactly how you make fans see you.

"What's he doing here?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "To come get the boys?"

I turned my iPad into camera mode and started to take pictures of him walking out of the car and up to the apartment door. But I made sure that no one saw us by keeping ourselves behind the wall, "I know but, why would he come? Security could just do it themselves, don't you think? And why would he go inside? He could've texted the boys and had them come outside themselves?" I contemplated. A couple of seconds later, the car drove away. "Seriously, why is the thing driving away?" 

Cassidy furrowed her eyebrows, "Yeah, what is going on?"

We went back to looking at Twitter on the iPad. One post stood out to us:


@HazzAttack427: I STILL FREAK OUT OVER THIS pic.twitter.com/T86ayKsd


After opening it up, it was the same picture that everyone on Tumblr and Twitter were freaking out over, like, over a week ago: Harry in a carriage with a girl that no one could identify. 

Now, I wasn't the kind of fan that freaked out when one of the boys were in a relationship and hated on the girl. I was the kind that was happy for them. Cassidy was kind of the same, except she felt threatened by the thought of Niall ever having a girlfriend, unless if it were to be her, of course. 

"I totally got it Les! Oh god, I actually understand!" She got all giddy and started jumping.


"I think we found the place where Harry's girlfriend lives!"

"What do you mean?"

"Hello! Why else would Harry show up to an apartment and go inside? Why else would Louis and Niall decide to go into that apartment?"

It all made so much sense now! Harry came to see his girl. It was sweet how he was trying to keep her out of the limelight and the paparazzi, "Okay, but if we find out about who this girl is, let's agree not to post anything about where she lives."

"Sounds good to me! I just want to meet her. Of course, not as bad as I want to meet the three boys that are chilling in there right now."




We heard the door of the building open so we turned to look at who it was. It was a girl with long brunette hair and she had a leather jacket on. The funny thing was, the leather jacket that she had on what the same one that the girl in the picture was wearing. Don't ask me how I knew, but I did. I was good at picking up details like that.

"It's her." I told Cassidy.

"How do you know?"

"Well not only does she look like she'd be the age to date an eighteen year old-,"

She interrupted me, "But you have to remember that Harry likes to date older women, like that Xtra Factor host?"

"Whatever, I know, but the jacket. It looks like the same style as the one the girl was wearing. She's our only chance here," I said, trying to persuade her on this. 

"That’s creepy that you know that and everything, but let's follow her."

"I had the same idea." I started to put my iPad back into my bag, and noticed that Cassidy was putting her phone into recording mode, "Just no cameras or phones, we don't want to scare her or anything," I said, stopping her

"Awe," she groaned and put the phone into her pocket.

We started down the street, keeping a close enough distance to see her, but not so close to be creepy. She looked back at us once, but she didn't look like she thought anything of it. 

"Where do you think she's going?" I asked Cassidy. She only shrugged and kept her face straight ahead, which was weird behavior. So, I looked at why, and she was holding her phone again, recording everything, "Cas! No!" I half whispered. I stepped in front of her and walked backwards to hide what she was doing.

"Why not? What if it turns out that she's his girlfriend? We will have no proof that we met her."

"I know, but if we scare her, there will be no need for proof, now will there?"

She grunted and put the phone back where it belonged, in her pocket. After a little longer, the girl started walking down the stairs into a subway station. And after we made it to the area where the train would be picking her up, we waited.

We decided on following the girl onto the train. We may seem crazy, but we needed to get to the bottom of this. We were determined. 

"Let's confront her on the train. Then she will have to answer us," I suggested.

"Okay. Also, remember when Harry said that in an interview that she was an old friend. Which means that she had to be from England, right?"

"Right! So she had to have an English accent. Good work Cas!"

The train pulled up at that moment. We searched for where Harry's girlfriend sat and when we found her, we sat on either sides or her. After a second or two of staring (I will admit, that part was weird) Cassidy finally said, "So how did you meet?"

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