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


5. Chapter 4




“Oh my god! That was freaking amazing! I can’t believe we met part of One Direction!” Mia exclaimed. She was basically squealing from excitement, having just met some of her idols for the first time.

But I wasn't exactly worrying about meeting part of the upcoming biggest boy band in the world. I was more worried about almost getting recognized by them.

“And, they thought you looked like someone! We…”

Her voice faded out as I concentrated on my thoughts. When I saw Louis, I panicked inside. He had the most excited expression on his face, which contrasted my worried look. I searched to see if Harry was with him. But thank god I could only spot Zayn at the time.

But when Louis took the picture I started to freak out inside. He said he deleted it, so I should be calm now, right?

What if Louis didn’t delete that picture? He would clearly show it to Harry, I know he would. Then, based on the reaction I got earlier today, Harry would try even harder to contact me somehow. There’s no doubt in my mind that he knew who I was.

If he did contact me, then I would have a much, much, much higher chance of being discovered by the killer. The killer knew my face; even a glimpse of it would indicate that I was still alive. Plus, honestly, I didn’t think I should get involved with Harry. He was famous now, and probably would get a million times more famous by the end of the year. If people ever even saw me with him, I would get slandered if anyone found out my name. Plus he didn't need me now, he had new friends who were honestly, probably better than me: just a plain girl. 

“Olivia! Hello!”

“Oh sorry, what did you say?” I totally forgot about Mia for a second.

“I just asked you if you wanted to come with me to The Today Show tomorrow. Five incredibly good looking guys are performing. Do you want to go?”

I quickly responded. Well, probably a little too quickly, “No! I don’t really want to. Plus, I have a class.”

She shook her head at me, “No you don’t, You never have class on Monday, remember? Why don’t you want to go to a free concert? I mean, they invited us too.”

“I just don’t want to get up super early to watch a concert,” I had to come up with a better reason. “And I don’t really like One Direction.”

She started to laugh at this, “You are such a liar! I know that you have the entire season of The X Factor when they were on it! You're the one that showed them to me! And whenever they're mentioned on TV, you-”

I cut her off, “I just don’t want to go, okay?”

She of course didn’t realize that I knew about them and started to like them solely for Harry. Don't get me wrong, they are an amazing band. But Harry was also the closest thing I had to my old life. So even if I couldn't get into contact with him, I could at least watch him be happy.

“Whatever, but I know that you’re obsessed. But what if Louis and Zayn recognized us there? That would be so awesome!”

I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes after I turned away from her, ready to move onto the next store: Macy's. 




After three hours of sleeping, I woke up to the sound of crumpling. Confused, I felt inside my trouser pocket to see what it was. I pulled out the folded up, but now wrinkly and crumpled papers that I had grabbed off of the street when Erin left. I had actually forgotten about them.

I opened the papers up to see what they had on them. The first one had a college name at the top with...Olivia Moore? Who was that?

I flipped to the next page, and it had the same name on it: Olivia Moore. Who was she?

I opened up my laptop and set it next to me, only to look up her name on Google. When nothing helpful came up, except for some other girls that lived no where near New York, I searched for photos instead. But there weren't any facial pictures. I only would see images of buildings and random stuff, but no people.

I wanted to go back to sleep after I didn't have any luck with the information. But I was interrupted by multiple knocks on my door. Closing my laptop and setting it to the side, I slowly moved over to the door, only to find Louis on the other side. He was holding his phone and looked troubled

“What Louis?”

He ignored me and walked right on in, “Oh cheer up Harry! I need to show you something.” We sat down on my bed while he pulled up the pictures on his phone, “Zayn and I went to H&M today, and look at who we saw there.” He handed his phone to me, with a picture of Erin. I was speechless. It was her again. I didn’t know what to say.

“Well speak up. I feel like I'm talking to a wall.”

Words finally came to my mind, full of happiness, “Louis! Did you stalk her or something? How did you find Erin?”

“No, don’t be a git. Zayn and I just literally saw her standing at H&M. After we were done shopping, we stopped her and her friend and took a picture.”

I was so mesmerized at the fact that it was her. Really her. Right there, in a picture.

Louis must’ve seen how happy I was, “Harry, just wait, I didn't show you this to get your hopes up. The thing is, she denied that she was Erin. Her friend didn’t know who Erin was either.” What? No.

“This is her, Louis. It’s Erin.” I walked over to grab my wallet off the table. I pulled out a picture of me and Erin from when we were fifteen. It was a little worn and wrinkled from the countless times I would take it out to remember her, “See, look.” I handed him the photo.

He studied it, taking it from my hands, “Yeah, I understand Harry,” He sat down on my bed, then started to talk slowly to me, as if it would make it easier for the words to sink in, “But she’s dead. I remember you showing me her obituary and everything. You even told me about when you saw her-"

I raised my hands up slightly, “I really don't want to talk about that. It was hard to tell you and the lads the first time." I bit my lip, and sat down next to him. Everything that was going on was confusing me and I thought I was going crazy, "I know I might sound like a lunatic Lou, but what if she never died? What if it was all faked?”

“Why would she fake her own death? How would she even do that?” I could tell that he was getting frustrated with me, because I wouldn't listen to him. But I knew what I was talking about. 

I looked down at the floor, “I don’t know, but I have to find her.”

“Well, I invited her to watch us at the show tomorrow, so you have a chance there.” He patted my knee, and I handed him his phone. He got up and started to walk out, “Come watch some TV with me and the rest of the boys. I’m not going to let you sit in here all day, moping, like you have been for the last couple of hours.”

“I haven’t been moping.” I lied.

He sighed and started to list off a bunch of things, “Harry, your eyes are red, your hair is messier than usual, and there are tissues in that bin next to your bed.”

I glanced over to the nearest mirror to see how I looked. My hair was indeed messy and my eyes were red along with my cheeks. Then I saw the bin with tissues in it that I must’ve made while I slept, “Oh.”

“Yeah 'oh!' I’m honestly surprised that you opened the door to me, you knob.”

I gave him and eye-roll, "Let’s just go watch a movie, 'kay?”

He agreed, opening to door for me and practically pushing me out through it. He guided me towards Niall’s room where Zayn, Liam, Niall, and our manager, Paul, sat.

“Harry!” Niall shouted. “You’re up!”

“What are we watching?” I asked.

Liam tossed me the DVD case, “The Hangover. Me and Niall have been dying to see it."

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