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


46. Chapter 45




Thank god classes were done for the day for me. I could finally go home and relax! And for the first time all semester, and only had one assignment! Plus, it was fairly easy. 

Getting back to my apartment I took off my trench coat and hung it up on one of the knobs by the door. I decided that today was a good day. And because of that and the fact that it was Olivia's birthday, I would make some chocolate-chip cookies. Homemade of course, just like how my mom always makes them. 

Using the recipe that my mom had given me last time I was upstate to see my parents, I got to work. I was surprised to see that I actually had all of the ingredients to make them. Including chocolate chips because normally, Olivia uses all of them to dip her popcorn into.

I tasted the creamy batter when I was done, deciding that it was perfect. After getting the cookies ready to bake by putting them on cooking sheets, I set them in the oven.

I walked over to grab my backpack that I had left on the dining table and then set myself and the bag down on the large couch in the living room. After I turned on my laptop, I went to Facebook. I scrolled though my news feed for awhile, but there wasn't anything interesting. So, as the beeper on the oven's timer went off, I switched to Twitter.

Using hot pads, I took the freshly baked cookies out of the oven, setting them on more hot pads. Then using a spatula, I transferred them onto some wax paper. Hopefully Olivia would like them as much as I did.

I went back over to my waiting computer. As I heard the door open, I looked at the tending topics. Who's Emma Ostilly?

I could hear Olivia walk over to grab one of my awesome cookies as I analyzed the trend by clicking on it. The first tweet read: 


@TheSun: Emma Ostilly and Harry Styles CAUGHT!!!


What? Harry? Caught? On the side area where trending pictures for the topic displayed, it was all one picture.

My hand went up to my mouth. It was Harry and this girl, standing in the night, city, lights, kissing on a doorstep. 

I heard a gasp come from behind me. I turned my head to see Olivia. I''m going to kill Harry.

Tears started to form in her eyes, "How could he?" she whispered.

Her hands started to move up to her neck, to take off the silver locket that Harry had given her. She couldn't seem to get it off, struggling with it.

"Get it off Mia. Please, just get it away from me," she cried. 

She turned around and I moved up so I could remove it. When I did, I shoved it in my pocket. 

She took off to her room, crying very hard. 

I didn't know what to do. The Harry that I had met, well, I didn't think he was ever capable of ever doing something this bad. I didn't think he had the nerve to cheat on a girl, especially Olivia. And the Harry that I known from the internet and as a celebrity, I didn't think he would do this either.

But I was wrong.

I wasn't sure if I should block him out completely like I knew Olivia would, or if I should call him and give him a piece of my mind. Not only was he Olivia's boyfriend, but I once thought he was my friend as well. All I knew was, he wasn't anymore.





No, no, no-

I thought-

The locket said "forever." What happened to that?

I loved him. I really did, and I thought he loved me too. Did none of this mean anything to him? After I had poured out my reality to him, he just forgets about it? 

And what the hell? It was my birthday. My birthday! I guess it was nothing for him, this whole relationship that I thought we had. Did he think that because he was away, I didn't matter?

I was going to forget about him and not let him in my life, it was what I normally did in situations like this. He broke my heart, and I didn't want him to try to fix it after what he did.

What was he going to say? That he didn't mean it? That he was sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry that I saw it?

I wasn't thinking straight, I knew that. My emotions were running to high at the moment. I swung my door open, to storm into the kitchen. Wiping away my tears on the way, I took the flowers that Harry had sent me out of the vase and into the garbage. 

I knew Mia was watching me right now, but I had every right to act this way, even though I was being crazy and maybe even irrational. 

I looked up, pulling at my hair. I noticed the stars that were still on the ceiling. I climbed up onto the counter and started to pull each of them off.

"Olivia, you can't take all of them down," Mia said. I could see that she had moved near me, "Olivia, you have to stop," she continued, but I wasn't listening. I was determined to get every memory of him out of my mind and out of my life, "Olivia!"

I stopped. I stopped reaching. I stopped trying to peel away the memories. I slowly climbed down and fell into her arms, crying harder than before, "Why Mia? Why? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing Olivia, absolutely nothing," she said, "He's a douche."

I was soaking her sweater by the looks of it, "I guess Kylie can say she told me so..."

"No! If she even tries to say that, I'll throw her out."

I tried to chuckle, but my sobs were covering it too much, "I hate him."

"You and me the same."

I pulled away from Mia's arms, thanking her for helping me.  I started to slowly go back to my room.

"If you need anything, I'll be out here," Mia called.

I nodded my head, but didn't look back. I was worn out from everything that had just happened. When I thought that Harry leaving was the worst feeling in the world, I was wrong, because this was. Before, I thought I had just lost him temporarily. But I had actually lost him completely. 

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