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


48. Chapter 47




I wasn't sure how long I had been laying in my bed. An hour? Two? Who knew. My birthday had been a disaster with my boyfriend cheating on me. I could just remember when we were back in school and Harry shagged all of those girls...

But I was going to forget about that. I just had to keep a straight mindset and get over it. I was going to block him out, because that was my natural instinct in situations like this. 

I heard a knock on my bedroom door, causing me to sit up. Mia opened up and walked in. She had her coat on, along with her brown boots, "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked.

I tried to wipe away the bits of excess mascara and eyeliner that had gone down my face from crying, "I don't know..." I responded.

"Well, here," she said, walking up to my messy bed. She handed me my lost phone, "I found it between the cushions of the couch. It's dead, so you're going to have to charge it. How long has it been missing?"

I shrugged, "Not sure. Actually, I probably lost it when everyone was over last night." I gave her a weak smile, "Thanks."

"No problem. I actually have to go run some errands, will you be alright?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, go do whatever you have to," I said, not wanting to hold her back because of how I was feeling at the moment. 

"Okay, I'll see you later," she said as she left through the door.

I started charging my phone once I got a hold of the cord. I turned it on minutes later, revealing that I had eleven missed calls from Harry. I groaned, trying to decide if I should call him back. I wasn't sure what I would even say to him. I was so hurt at the moment that I didn't even want to call him to instruct him to never contact me again.

That may sound extensive, but he was holding onto a huge secret of mine. And not very many people actually knew of the secret in the first place. So the fact that he knew about it just says that he meant a lot to me. I trusted him and he betrayed me. 

I jumped from my position when the phone started to vibrate and play the words of "Tongue Tied" by Grouplove. I usually didn't answer unknown numbers, but somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice was telling me to accept the call.

"Hello?" I asked when I answered.

"Is this Harry Styles girlfriend?" the girl with an American accent asked.

How had this person gotten my number? "Who's asking?"

"Emma. Emma Ostilly," she said a quieter than before, like she was cringing on the other side of the line.

"Oh," I said. It was the only thing I could think of to say. I didn't hang up, even though my mind was telling me to. I didn't ask her why she got my boyfriend to cheat on me. I didn't even ask how she knew about me.

She started to talk slowly to me, "I, uh, I kissed your-"

"I know," I said. I didn't talk with a growl, but my voice sounded dead and monotone.

After a pause of silence, she continued, "I didn't know he had a girlfriend," she said. When I didn't answer, it was like all of the words poured out of her mouth all at once, "I swear I didn't know. It was just that last time I saw him, I liked him. And because I didn't know about you, I kissed him, to show him that I liked him. I felt that last time I was such a chicken when I didn't give him my number or anything. I would never take a guy that was off limits, I swear."

"I..." I started but started to fade out. I honestly didn't know how to respond to all of it.

"Please believe me. He pulled away from me right away. I feel horrible for everything!" she pleaded.

This new information made me start feel horrible. If this girl was telling the truth...

I had been an idiot! I hadn't trusted Harry like I should’ve; god only knows how he was feeling right now. My insides started to hurt and feel all knotted up. I hadn't talked to Harry since last night, so I hadn't said anything hurtful to him, luckily. But that was just it. Not talking to him had made this entire situation worse.

He wasn't able to explain himself to me. I'm not blaming my lost phone, but, I hadn't exactly had that on me, or on, for that matter, so he couldn’t even call me. 

"You didn't know," I said into the phone that was gripped in my hand. I figured that it would be better for me to forgive her, if anything. Even if she wasn't telling the truth, I had to talk to Harry before I unloaded everything that I wanted to yell at her, “It’s alright.”

"Thank you," Emma breathed.

"It's not like Harry and I had made our relationship public or anything-" I said, trying to make her feel better for something that she may or may not have genuinely felt bad about.

"And it won't be public!" she blurted, "I'll keep it a secret, I promise."

"Thanks for telling me all of this," I said, grateful for her truthfulness.

"No problem." I could hear the smile in her voice, but it still sounded a little worried of her actions.

"Bye," I said before I tapped the end button.

I pursed my lips, trying to figure out what to make from the data. Emma had spoken of a different account of what happened, compared to what the blogs had said. I was confused by everything. Should I believe this stranger that had called me? Her story made sense but...

I didn't know. I didn't know what to think. Half of my brain was telling me to be angry at Harry and the other part was telling me to listen. Emma had basically said the entire thing had been a misunderstanding because she didn't know about my existence. 

God, what was wrong with me? I had been acting like I didn't even know Harry. 

I had known him since I was three. He knew almost everything about me, and same with me for him. I hadn't looked through the articles and pictures of him to see how he had actually acted. I hadn't been looking at Harry's true self.

The true Harry would never do this. Emma's call had made me see that.

I didn't know how I ended up in the kitchen, but I had. I had slowly moved from my bed into there. I noticed on the kitchen island, the vase that I had put away was back, and it held the thrown away flowers again. They weren't exactly in the same state as they had been before, crinkled and a little bent now. But they were still beautiful.

A piece of paper was left on the counter, next to the vase. It said:


 Olivia, call Harry. Emma called me and I think it would be in your best interest to talk to him.

                                                                                                                                  Love ya, Mia


After reading the note, I moved the vase so it would be centered on the table. I heard a click of its glass when I had just moved it a couple of centimeters. I searched around the flower holder to see what it had run into, only to find a silver locket waiting for me.

I picked it up and examined it like I had the first time I saw it. The necklace was absolutely perfect in every way. When I had taken it off earlier, I already felt like something was missing on me.

I opened it up to see the picture of Harry and me with the inscription of "forever" on the opposite side. I had been foolish to doubt Harry. The locket had partially represented reassurance to me, what happened to it?

I moved the clasp around my neck to secure it. I fiddled with it, messing with the chain. 

I could tell that my emotions were running high after realized that my vision had become slightly blurry. I...had betrayed Harry. I had.

Back in my room, I called him. I wondered if he would answer, because when I examined my missed calls from him, the last one was from hours ago. Would he forgive me for being distant?  I could blame it on my phone for being missing, but I faced the fact that I wouldn't have answered him anyway.

After just one ring, "Erin...?"

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