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


35. Chapter 34




So my plan was to somehow get inside the hotel. Oh, and I would have to find out what room he was in. Oh, and I would have to somehow get inside of the room. Oh, and I would have to get past security. Oh, and I would have to make myself not look like a fan. I was an eighteen year old girl, so this would be quite the task. And if I did get caught trying to sneak in, I would have to somehow prove that I really did know Harry.

I turned off the burner and grabbed my backpack, because I figured that I could try to do my photography assignment on the way, taking pictures of the city.

All I had to do was "catch urban New York in a picture spread,” which was very simple. My camera (a Canon Rebel T3i EF-S) could easily capture anything. If you are wondering how in the world I could afford a $1,500 camera, the government agency that was keeping me hidden paid for it. They actually paid for most of the things that I had. Like my schooling, that was all them.

I stepped out into the chilly New York air in my black ankle boots. My brown leather backpack was slung over my back as I made my way to the subway station. I checked behind my back once or twice to see if I had picked up anymore stalking fans like last time. Thank goodness I didn't.

I had absolutely no idea on how I was going to sneak in. I could A: say that I wanted to rent a room. But that might not work because I didn't have any luggage with me besides my backpack and I couldn't afford a room. So, I could B: sneak in through the back, somehow. Or I could C: say that I was visiting a friend.

I kind of figured that I would just wing it and see how it went, because all of my plans kind of sucked. Maybe going to go see Harry was just a bad idea. I could’ve just texted him and waited for him to come over later. But I just wanted to surprise him at his hotel. Plus, I was bored. I had nothing to do for a couple of hours, and this would be an adventure. 

I walked to the hotel after the train stopped. When I got close, I could see all of the girls waiting outside of it. I didn't even know how many there were. I knew that any plans that included going through the front were out, because there would be just no way. 

I knew there was always a back-way in the hotel for the kitchen. And because most five star hotels had a kitchen, there had to be one. I searched around the building for it, and sure enough, there was a door. It was in an alleyway where no one would see me.

I had to go inside with confidence, as if I did it every day, like I worked there or something. I took a deep breath and opened the door into a huge, stainless steel, commercial kitchen. Workers were busy making the day's lunch, so they didn't even notice me come in.

There had to be another way out of the kitchen instead of through the dining area for workers to go through, so they could go up to people's rooms for room service. And sure enough, there was. I pushed through the swinging door, to only almost run into a worker.

"Who are you?" he asked me. He didn't look like one that was in charge, so I was a little lucky.

I responded with the first thing that popped into my head, "I'm the photographer." I pulled out my camera, "I'm here to take pictures of the hotel."

He simply nodded to me, "Oh get going then, sorry to bother you." He left past me, to the kitchen.

I had probably just thought of the best cover that I could think of for me. I could just wander through the hotel, acting like I belonged there. 

I realized that I was in a hallway. It looked like it was only used by workers, so I would have to find my way to a lift. Harry once said that he was staying on the fifteenth floor, so that’s where I was going.

Luckily, the lift was quite close by to me. I got to it and pressed the up button. Whenever people would pass me, I would fiddle with my camera so I wouldn't have to awkwardly look at them. All of them were workers, rushing back and forth to and from the kitchen.

When the lift dinged, I breathed a sigh of relief, because I had at least made it this far. The doors opened and I quickly chose the number fifteen. 

On the way up, I realized how stupid this was. There would be no way that I would actually find his room. Plus, I didn't even have a key. And did I really think that I would be able to just wait for him here? I was being stupid. I was being emotional, so I wasn't thinking straight I guess.

I was leaving, I should leave. 

But when the lift stopped, I immediately took a step out into the hallway, which turned out to be a mistake. Because when I did, the doors closed and the lift left, which meant that I would have to wait until it came back. I pressed the button to go down, and waited. Nothing was happening, so I started to just wander down the hall, which was also a mistake.

A guy saw me. He looked to be a body guard, based on his tallness and how buff he was, and not to mention, he was dressed in black. He furrowed his eyebrows, "You're not supposed to be on this floor."

"I know." I gestured to my camera, "I'm a photogra-"

"You're a photographer? How did you get in?" 

Then I realized, he thought I was a pap.




Interviews were over and the signing was in a couple of minutes at the same venue, "Hah! That guy was cray!" Niall laughed.

"Agreed, but probably one of my favorite interviewers," Zayn said, chuckling as well. 

"He probably can hear you guys," I laughed.

Before anything else could happen, Paul pulled me aside, holding his phone, "Harry, Sam is on the phone saying that he found a girl on our floor."

I nodded my head in confusion. What did this girl have to do with me? "Yeah? 'Kay?"

Still holding the phone, "The girl is saying that she knows you. Now I highly doubt that she really does, but she insisted that we pass her name to you. Olivia Moore?"

Oh shit. What was she doing at the hotel? She knew how dangerous it was, "Yeah I do know her. Don't let him throw her out."

"Wait, you know who she is?" he asked, shocked.

"Uh huh. She's the girl that I've been going to visit for the past couple of weeks."

He started to smile at me, "So it's that girl. Alright, I'll tell Sam to put her in your room." He shooed me away, saying that I should get going to the signing. What was Erin doing? I was more worried for her, if anything. Our security was a little too protective sometimes. I hope Sam didn't scare her or anything. Though he was one of the nicest guys on the security team, he was also one of the scariest.

"What was that all about?" Liam asked me when I caught up with everyone else.

"Erin showed up at the hotel."

"What? Is she all right?" 

"Yeah, I think so," I responded.

Liam pursed his lips, "You better text her or something, to see what's going on." 

Something must've been up, and so she really wanted to talk to me. I couldn't call her, because we were about to go into a signing, but I could at least text her.


To: Errrrrin

Are you alright? Sam called and hes got me worried. I have to go to a signing, but I'll be back as soon as we're done :)


From: Errrrrin

Yeah……I just wasn't thinking straight. I really wanted to talk to you & I didn't think it would be a bad idea for me to wait for you to come back. I swear I'm not a clingy girlfriend lol....or am I? ;)


To: Errrrrin

Are you? because I was trying to avoid that....I won't beable to respond because we're about to start. I'll be there soon, I promise. Order room service if you want....Liam suggests chocolate chip cookies

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