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


39. Chapter 38




I will admit, the rest of the night was a little awkward. But Kylie ended up coming over to the flat the next morning before classes to apologize to me. I accepted, and things went back to normal. I understood where she was coming from, but it wouldn't be forgotten. 

I had gotten back from class, quickly making myself some french toast because I didn't get up early enough to make myself something earlier. It was almost noon, so I really should've been making myself some lunch. But I figured that food was food, so how could I go wrong?

After mixing the sugar, cinnamon, and egg together to make a goopy mixture, I dipped a piece of bread into it to cover it. As I flopped it into the hot pan, the door opened behind me. I knew it was Harry, based on the whistling noise he was making while he waltzed over to me. I didn't even bother to look over my shoulder to make sure.

Arms wrapped around my waist and a chin propped itself on my right shoulder, "Whatever happened to knocking?" I asked.

He pecked me on the cheek, "If I knocked, I couldn't greet you like this." Harry then looked down at the pan while I flipped the bread, "Whatcha making?"

"French toast." I told him.

"Mmm, didn't your mum always make it for us on Sundays?"
I nodded my head in response, "What's the plan for today?"

"Well, you're going to finish making us food..."

"Ugh, I have to make you food? This is not how I wanted to spend my Sunday!" I said sarcastically as I put the toast onto a plate that I had set out earlier.

"Get over it woman!" he laughed. 

I turned around to face him, moving my hands to his chest, "Awe fine, I give." I tried to move away from him to get another piece of bread ready, but he wouldn't release me. He just kept giving me his cheeky smirk, "You know, for me to make you something, I have to be able to move."

"But I don't want to let you go," he said, putting on a pout.

"You're going to have to at some point," I said, slowly moving closer.

"Never. I refuse to let it happen."

I raised an eyebrow at him to hint at he was going to have to let me go because he was leaving tomorrow. This was practically our last day/night together. I decided that he caught on to my thoughts once he started kissing me. 

It was deep and full of purpose. Our tongues gliding together once our lips met. We finally released when I realized how close one of us could be to getting burned by the stove if we weren't careful.

"Can I make you your damn food now?" I playfully asked.

"Oh, you already did." He reached behind me and grabbed the already made french toast that I had originally made for myself.

"Hey! That's mine!"

He shrugged, taking a bite out of it, "It was getting cold," he said with his mouth full. He winked at me and walked over to the island and slid up onto it to sit.

I groaned and trudged over and made myself another piece, "Well it's supposed to have syrup on it for your information," I grumbled. I wasn't even mad at him or anything. I was just messing around. I put the bread on the pan and waited for it to cook.

"Anyway, back to the conversation that we were having when I first came in here. Now that I have eaten, I want you to go look out into the hallway.”

I raised my eyebrows, "Why’s that?"

"Just come on." He grabbed my hand and brought me to the door.

I was about to peek out through the peep hole to possibly see what was out there, but Harry stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders.

"No, no. Just open it," he said.

I gave a heavy, dramatic sigh, rolling my eyes. I opened the door to three British guys, standing in a line in front of me. I then noticed that they were blocking the Irish one behind them, as if he was hiding something from me.

Immediately, they started to sing me a peppy, quick song:


"Erin you're so awesome,

Erin you're so great,

And because it's your birthday,

We want to give you this cake!"


The three guys opened up, allowing Niall though, holding a small, two teared cake. It had a dark blue fondant on it with white polka dots. On the top, a sparkly "19" was sticking up, "Happy birthday Erin!" they all chorused together.

Ignoring Harry, I was grinning like an idiot because of how fantastic it all was, "Awe guys, thanks! But it's not my birthday."

"We know it's not until the nineteenth, but we won't be here to celebrate it," Liam explained as they all came through the door, into my flat.

"And guess what flavor the cake is," Niall said, setting it down on the dining table.

"Please tell me it's chocolate."

"Sorry Erin, we can't tell you," Zayn informed me.

"You have to eat it to find out! It's the way to do it," Louis said.

With his arm around my waist, Harry murmured into my ear, "It's your favorite."

Louis sniffed the air, "Is something burning?" 

"Oh shit!" I remembered that I still had my food on the stove, cooking away. I darted over and quickly removed the pan from the burner as smoke rose above it. I then did my best to get the burnt bread from the pan, scraping it off as it stuck. After throwing it away, I turned to Harry, "You owe me food."

"It's not my fault that you get so distracted," he joked whilst pinching my cheeks.

"What was that anyway?" Zayn asked.

"French toast," I told him with an unhappy voice.

"Well cheer up Erin! We brought you cake!" Louis almost shouted.

Zayn had brought it upon himself to find a knife in my kitchen while Liam found plates and forks. The cake was cut by Harry. We then all huddled together in the living area, eating cake and listening to whatever was on the telly.

Occasionally one of the boys, mainly Niall and Harry, would try to eat off of someone else's plate. Yet, they still had some on their own, "No, no, no! Eat your own," Liam said to Niall as he guarded his plate with one of his hands. Niall gave him a look and frowned before he went back to eating his cake. 

It was too bad that Mia wasn't here to celebrate with everyone. It was her idea to be gone all day because it was Harry's last day. If I knew that they were going to show up with a cake, I would've made her stay.

Zayn finished up, his eyes moving to the Wii system that I owned, “Anyone up to play some rock band?”

“Oh my gosh, yes,” I said, standing up to start it up.

Niall and I were on the guitars and Louis played the drums while Harry and Zayn watched and gave us criticism on our performances. You would expect Liam to sing beautifully while he played the game, but no. He joked around, singing much higher than he was supposed to with the intentional breaking of his voice. It was extremely hilarious though. But it also caused everyone that was playing to laugh, making them mess up loads of times.

"Liam! Come on man! I was about to get to my solo," Niall complained.

"Yeah seriously, Liam. Me and Niall were doing awesome until you decided to use your awful Michael-Jackson-voice!" I said.

"I have concluded that Liam doesn't belong in our band. Liam, get out." Louis ordered, pointing his finger to the couch where Harry and Zayn sat.

"But I was doing so good,” Liam whimpered with wide eyes. 

Louis shook his head, "Well we don’t need a Michael Jackson impersonator you dip-wad. You are officially out of 'Louis and The Boys.’ Now sit down. Zayn, you're up."

"Wait, wait, wait! 'Louis and The Boys?’ I'm a girl!" I pointed out.

He made a face to look like he was in deep thought, "You're right. Erin, you're out."

"What? But I was the star of the band! How dare you fire me," I said dramatically.

He ignored me, "Liam, you're back in. Go take Erin's guitar-of-shame from her. She doesn't deserve it."

Harry started to complain, "Hey! What about me? I haven't played yet. This isn-"

Louis interrupted and held up his hand to stop Harry from talking, "It's 'Louis and The Boys.’ Hence, I make the rules."

After Liam took my guitar, I plopped down on the couch and curled up into Harry, “Someone took some extra sass pills,” I mumbled to him.

Harry started to laugh, putting his arm around me so we could snuggle while "Louis and The Boys" played to Chop Suey. We tried to relax together, but it didn't really help when Zayn was yelling at the top of his lungs to the song. 

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