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


45. Chapter 44




"Hey Harry, guess who I bumped into outside," Liam said when we met in the hallway of our floor in the hotel. 

"A fan?" I asked as a joke.

"Surprisingly no. Remember that blonde model from that music video we did in northern New York?"


He nodded his head, "Yeah, anyway, she wants to hang out with us tonight."

"Oh cool! Yeah, I have nothing else to do. What time are we going out?" I asked. It would be fun to hang with her tonight. We hadn't seen each other in months, but she was pretty cool last time. 

"But the thing is, Louis isn't going because he'll be talking to Eleanor, Zayn already has plans, and I was planning on doing a Twitcam for the fans."

"So it's just me and Niall?" I asked.


"And I'm guessing that you already told her that we would hang out?"

"Yup," he repeated. When I didn't say anything, he continued, "Look, I felt bad because she seemed really excited. And I know that you won't be Skyping Erin until tomorrow, so I knew you wouldn't be busy."

I huffed my breath, "Fine, I'll go." It wouldn't be a date, I knew that. Niall would be there and I'm pretty sure Emma had a boyfriend last time I talked to her. 

After I was done with Liam, I had talked to Niall. I found out that we would be going to a restaurant and have some drinks somewhere in downtown Sydney. 

When it got to be around seven, I went over to Niall's room to see if he was ready, like I was. I knocked on his door, but no one came to answer it.

I knocked again, "Niall? Mate? You in there?"

A drained Niall opened the door. Despite his clothes, he didn't look ready. His messy blonde hair and pale face contrasted his dinner clothes. His eyes also weren't as blue as the normally were.

"Hey man," he said quietly as he leaned against the door frame. He gave me a small smile, but he looked in pain.

"What's wrong?" Then I understood, "You’re sick?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Okay, go to sleep. You're not coming."

"’Kay," he said not even protesting. He started to turn away.

"Do you need me to bring you some Advil or something?"

"No, no, no. Just go, I'll be fine," he said.

I left Niall in an unhealthy state. I couldn't not go out now; I was supposed to be leaving any minute. It was just too late to back out.

It wouldn't be a date. Bloody hell, it wouldn't be a date. I was in love with Erin, even though very few people knew that. Emma was just a friend that I hadn't seen in while, big deal.

Using the address that Liam had given me, I drove to the restaurant. It seemed very urban, brick walls with not too bright of lighting. 

A waiter directed me to where Emma was sitting. She smiled and moved her blonde hair away from her face when she saw me. But she wasn't alone. She had a couple other friends sitting with her.

"Hi," I said when I approached them.

"Hey!" she said in her American accent, "Where's Niall?"

"He got sick last minute," I explained as I sat down in the black booth.

"Oh, that's too bad. Everyone, this is Harry."

"Nice to meet you," the bald guy said, shaking my hand from across the table. He wasn’t alone. Along with him, there was a curly haired brunette that seemed to be in her early thirties, and another guy with blonde hair with rectangular glasses.

The night dwindled on smoothly, mostly just talking about how we've been and other random things. I actually had a good time with the new people that I had just met.

Half way through the dinner, I learned that she and her boyfriend had broken up two months ago. It gave me a little alarm, but I was pretty sure she only saw me as a friend.

After we were done eating, she asked, "Do you think you could give me a ride back to where I'm staying? I had to take a taxi earlier because I don't have a car."

"Yeah sure, why didn't you say so?" I responded.

We paid for our food and got up to leave. I could see some paps waiting for us as we started to get out. There weren't too many though, just three or four. 

Everyone walked over to the parking lot, trying to find their cars. The paps followed as we hopped in, ready to drive. She directed me to her place as the music played from the radio.

"I had a really good time tonight, Harry," she said as I pulled up. 

"Yeah, it was nice to see you. Next time we run into each other, we should do this again." I genuinely meant it. She was fun to be around, on a friend level of course.

She smiled at me and opened her door, "I'll see you, then."

"Oh, let me walk you to your door," I said, trying to be nice. Her door was across the street and it was darker than usual. So to be a gentleman, we walked across the street to the stairs that led up to a brink building. 

"Alright, here you are. I'm glad you had fun," I said.

She agreed and started to unlock her door. Before she walked in, she turned back to me, "We really need to do this again." She leaned in and started kissing me.

I was completely off guard, soon pulling away to stop her. I didn't say anything to her because I was so shocked. Apparently, she didn't make anything of my silence as she sent me a wink and later walking through her doorway.

I was panicking inside, blood was draining from my face. If Erin were to find out before I could tell her what really happened, she would be crushed and would feel like I had betrayed her. Stupid Emma! She was ruining everything. It looked incredibly bad. 

But my worst nightmare came true when I turned around to see the paparazzi snapping photos.




"Louis! Wake up!" I shouted as I flipped on the light switch of his room.

"What the fuck Harry? What time is it?" Louis grumbled into his pillows on his bed. After popping his head up to check, "It's two in the fucking morning Harry. How did you even get in?" 

I held up a spare key to the room, "I took one of your keys." I shook my head to get back to what I was originally talking about, "I have a problem Lou, and I don't know what to do. This is all so messed up. It's all my fault, I should never have walked her to her door. I was just trying to be nice for crying out loud! Now Erin-"

He held up his hand to keep me from talking, "Whoa, slow down. What happened?" He moved over so I could sit on the bed.

I almost started crying, "I drove Emma home tonight from the restaurant because she needed a ride. Then I decided to walk her up to her door, you know, to be nice. Next thing I know, she starts kissing me. I pulled away right away, but it was too late because..." 

"The paps saw you?" he asked. I nodded my head in confirmation, "Shit."

"I know, I know, I know! Erin is going to hate me when the story gets out. I don't know what to do! I love her, Louis. I don't want to lose her like I did last time." My head was starting to hurt. This was all too much. Erin would think that I cheated on her. And worst of all, it was her birthday! 

Louis sat up in his bed and brushed his hand through his hair. He looked tired, so I felt bad for waking him, "I don't know Harry. I can only suggest that you call her."

It was the obvious answer to all of this. I had to let her know before the story came out. I just didn't know why I didn't do it sooner.

"’Kay," I said, "I'll let you go back to sleep."

He nodded his head and yawned, "Just let me know what she says in the morning. I'll see you then."

I said goodnight to him while turning off his light. I went next door to my room and reached for my phone. I dialed Erin's number and waited for her to answer. It was past ten in the morning in New York now, so she should be awake. And I knew she didn't have any morning classes.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang. But there wasn't an answer. I tried again and again. But still, no one picked up. On my last attempt, I left a message saying that she needed to call me right away. Was I too late?

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