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.

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43. Chapter 42

 

-Harry-

 

"Awe yeah! We're officially in Australia!" Niall exclaimed, shooting a fist into the air.

We had literally landed in the country five minutes ago and already everyone was planning on ways to relax in the sunny weather. 

"Are we still getting that boat tomorrow?" Louis asked Paul as we walked out of the plane, into the airport. We knew that we couldn't go out any of the regular ways, because there were just too many fans waiting for us. The excitement in Australia was apparently a lot crazier than what we had seen in America.

"As far as I know, yeah," he responded.

"Alright, where’s the nearest pub?" Niall asked. He acted like he was joking, but we all could tell that he was a bit serious. After two months without drinking, you get a little...thirsty.

"Jesus Christ Niall..." I said, shaking my head.

"Well, I want to go surfing," Liam stated as we found where our bags were supposed to come out.

Louis slung his arm around Liam's shoulder, "Count me in!" 

After we all got our luggage together and got everything packed into the cars that our crew would be taking, all five of us crashed into it. I literally mean "crashed" because as Louis, Niall, Liam, and I were trying to get in, Zayn decided to give us all one massive shove, causing us all to fall over. 

"Niall! Get your fat arse off me," I said, trying to shove him off as I was crushed to the floor of the large car.

"Awe, I just got comfy," he whimpered with sarcasm. 

I fixed my hair by shaking it out once I was able to sit down properly on one of the seats. 

Zayn sat next to me and he nudged my shoulder, "When are you going to call Erin?" he asked.

"When we get to the hotel," I responded.

"What'd she say when you called her in LA?"

Before I could say anything, every single one of the boys stopped what they were doing and put their attention on me. They stared, waiting for an answer.

"We just said a lot of I-miss-you's and I-love-you's and-"

"Oh? So you have said the L-word to her?" Liam asked when he cut me off.

I could my face starting to feel a little warmer, knowing how they knew about how I felt about Erin. But I just hadn't really disused how much I liked her with the lads in the last two days.

"Harry's in love," Louis said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Paul had overheard us, "Harry's in love? With who?" he asked as we stopped at a stop-sign.

"Olivia!" Niall shouted. I was biting my lips and keeping my head down to hide how much I was smiling as we talked about her.

"That girl that snuck into our hotel awhile back?"

"That would be the one," Louis answered.

Paul let out a deep laugh, turning the corner on the road, "I knew you would end up with a rebel," he said to me.

I didn’t respond because I was afraid to look up at everyone, worried that they would be giving me cheesy smiles and joking about it with me. 

"Harry doesn't even know how to respond," Zayn mused while poking my dimples that were clearly showing through my curly hair.

"Olivia and Harry, sitting in a tree..." Liam chanted, causing everyone to join in.

"Bloody hell," I chuckled during the rhyme. 

"...k-i-s-s-i-n-g! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!" They sang together while messing with my hair and face.

"You guys are so embarrassing, Jesus Christ."

Out of nowhere, Niall continued by himself, "That's not all, that's not all! Then comes a baby drinking alcohol!"

We all just stared at him, blankly.

Finally Zayn said something to stop the silence, "Wow, we really do need to get you a drink."

 

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"Errrrrrin!" I said through the phone as I sat on my hotel room bed.

Right now, the hotel was flocked with girls outside. I thought New York was crazy, but nope! There were many more out there, making it much more wild. 

"Hi! So how was the remainder of your flight?” she asked.

"Pretty good actually, but I slept practically the entire way."

"Yeah, I can hear it in your voice."

I felt around for my water battle to try to fix the scratchiness of my voice, "Well every one of the lads say hi, oh, and Josh too."

I could hear her smile through the phone, "Awesome!" The screams of girls all of a sudden got louder. I guess that one of the boys must've stepped by their window or something, "Are you at your hotel?"

I chuckled, "Yeah actually. Did the screaming girls give it away?"

"Of course. Oh! I just remembered. I have a mission for you. Well, Mia actually does, but she told me to tell you."

"Okay, what is it?" I asked, very curious on what it was.

"She challenges you to go by your window and see how many girls you can count in twenty-seven seconds," she giggled.

"Why twenty-seven?" Random number?

"I don't know. I’m just the messenger."

"I could use a challenge," I said as I got up from my bed, getting near the window, but not close enough for people to see me, "Are you going to time me?"

"Sure. Ready?"

I cracked my knuckles and my neck as a joke, even though she couldn't see it, "Yes."

"And...go." 

I stepped closer and started to count as fast as I could, using my fingers to point, though it probably gave girls the wrong idea when I did. Fans started waving frantically at me while some took pictures. I also noticed that some people brought signs. One was directed to me that said: "Harry, Australian girls like your curls!!!" 

"Times up! How many?" 

I stepped away, "Seventy-four, and that's not even all of them."

 

-Erin-

 

Harry and I had finished up our phone conversation after almost thirty minutes of none stop talking, if you don't count the twenty-seven seconds that he spent counting fans outside his window.  

"So how many?" Mia asked as she skipped over to me.

"Wha-? how did you know he counted the fans?" I asked, astounded.

"The beauty of Twitter by dear friend," she said. But when I furrowed my eyebrows and didn't respond, she elaborated, "A picture just came up with Harry at a window, phone in hand, pointing at girls. Also, One Direction's entire fandom is freaking out because he was 'pointing at girls he thought were cute.' I know that he was just counting them. So, how many?"

"Seventy-four. And believe me, there were more. I could actually hear them through the phone." 

"Yikes, scary fangirls," she joked, "But, how have you been since he left?"

Memories came back of me, crying my eyes out in my bed. I wasn't sure what time it was or how long I had been crying, but Mia came home and immediately came to my side. 

She hugged me for awhile and then showed me the pint of chocolate ice cream and bubble bath soap that she had bought me. She instructed me to go have a bath with bright pink bubbles in it while I ate the cold desert. Weirdly enough, it made me feel better. And I didn't even take off my locket.

While I was in the bathroom relaxing, she had called up Laurel and Kylie to have a girl’s day with a slumber party included. They came over and we did girly things like painting our nails and admired my birthday present from Harry. They all thought it was adorable, looking at the inside of it.

But never the less, I had cried quite a bit during that time. But they were all fantastic friends, being there to comfort me. 

"Well I've been better," I told Mia, coming back to the present time, "But I feel good today."

"Good, because I need help with this stupid English assignment."

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