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


6. Chapter 5




After another hour or two of shopping with Mia, listening to her babble on about the concert tomorrow and if she should dye her hair a brown color or not (which we decided not to) we came home to our flat. But straight away, I went into my room to take a nap, more as to actually think.

I sat on my bed and thought about contacting Jonathan, the agent that was assigned to watch me two years ago. But I also thought about the chance of me having to go back into hiding, somewhere new. This was all happening just because someone from my past saw me too early when the killer still wasn't in jail. And I didn't want to leave Mia; we had bonded so much and she was the closest thing that I had to an actual home anywhere besides Holmes Chapel.

I started to think about Harry and about he might be feeling. If he was the same person that I had left two years ago, he would be a mess. But I predicted that he would he would get over it fairly quickly. Fame changed people and I doubted that he wouldn’t be any different from anyone else.

But seeing Harry brought back so many emotions and memories from my past that I had tried to shove to the back of my mind when I first came here. I did it to make it easier to cope with being gone.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I whispered to myself.

I got off my bed and onto my knees to reach under my bed. I removed a loose floorboard that I had found when Mia and I had first moved in. I reached my hand into the open area and grabbed a small album that I had smuggled with me to America.

I wasn’t supposed to bring it, because if anyone were to see it, they might find out about my past. So I hadn’t looked at it since I came. I had only brought it with me every time I moved buildings, never even peaking at it. 

I flipped right to a section that I had made of pictures of me and Harry when we were growing up. I looked at and the first photo, making memories flood back.


-June 28th, 1999-


“Ready or not, here I come!” I yelled out. Harry and I were playing hide and seek outside in his garden. But I knew exactly where he was hiding because he always hid in the same spot every time we played outside. “Hmm…I wonder where Harry is!” I called.

I ran over to the tree and started to climb upwards to the small little "house" up in the higher branches. It wasn't anything special; just basically a wooden box with random stuff that we would bring up there from time to time. As soon as I got to the top, I pulled off the blanket that was covering his body.

“Boo!” He shouted, jumping at me.

“Harry! You can’t scare me! I’m not afraid of anything!” I giggled. Of course this wasn’t true. I could barely handle heights and I was deathly afraid of spiders and snakes.

“Liar!” He said pulling me down to sit next to him. “I know that you’re afraid of heights Ehr Bear!”

“No I'm not!”

He looked over and saw a disposable camera sitting on the wood floor next to him. I remembered bringing that up weeks ago, but forgot about it. Without saying anything, he picked it up and we both smiled into it.


-Present Time-


I started to skim through other pictures full of memories, getting caught up in them. My vision started to become blurred and next thing I knew, I was crying.

Everything about my past life broke my heart. It felt like it had been torn away from me. I had been able to put the memories into the back of my mind before, but Harry ruined all of that. 

I still heard his voice saying my name this morning. He had been in utter shock to see my face. But I was also in shock seeing him too. I knew that he was in New York, so I had been keeping myself away from his supposed hotel. It would keep me safe, being sure that I wouldn't risk running into him.

I brushed away my tears and tried to cool myself down because I knew that my face was probably red as a tomato.

After closing the album, I vowed that I wouldn't look at it again until after I returned home. I never wanted to have this feeling ever again. I got up and shoved it back underneath the floor board.




"Well that was good." Yawned Paul. He started to stretch out his arms and legs. When he was done, he moved his head to the side, making a loud cracking noise.

"Can you not do that Paul, I don't like it." Niall said squirming a little on his chair. 

Louis looked at Niall with a mischievous smile, "What? This?" He did the same thing that Paul did with his neck.

"Louis! Yes man, that!"

"I don't know Louis, I kind of like the sound of it." Zayn said, cracking his neck even louder.

Next thing I knew, Liam did the same exact thing, causing Niall to cover his ears. "Stop it, stop it!" He kept on complaining that he didn't like it, but I could see his smile.

Out of nowhere, I started to laugh. This day had been such a shitty day that I was surprised to hear myself. Everyone else must’ve thought the same too, because every single one of them gave me funny faces. But then they all started laughing with me, except for Niall, who was joking around by almost being in a fetal position.

"You better Haz?" Liam asked.

Smiling, I nodded, "Yeah a little, you guys are stupid though." 

"Glad you're better Harry! Now you can carry me to my room. ONWARD!" Louis jumped onto my back for a ride. I figured that I might as well carry him to hopefully make myself feel better.

Being with the boys and interacting with them always helped, no matter what. And I needed to be happier for the upcoming interviews and tomorrow's show.




After fixing my makeup to hide any mascara that had gotten smeared a little bit from crying, I walked over and sat next to Mia on the couch in the living room. She was watching Say Yes to the Dress. It was one of my favorite shows to watch. You would always see a dress that you massively loved, or one that wasn't quite right, or even sometimes, dresses that were absolutely crazy. I once watched an episode where the girl wanted a black dress for her wedding. A black dress! It was just bizarre. 

"So I was thinking that we meet up with Kylie and Laurel tonight. I feel like we need a girl’s night out." She said without even looking up from the television. She was too engrossed in the show. 

"Yeah we haven't had one of those in awhile." I started to giggle because I thought about the last time we did.

We originally thought about just going to a movie and that was it. Of course, that didn't exactly happen. Laurel was craving smoothies before the show and she just had to have one. But when we got to the smoothie shop, it was packed, which caused us to miss the movie. Mia then suggested that we just run around all night.

So, we went to the nearest shoe store and tried on the nicest and weirdest looking shoes that we could find. Then we strutted up and down the aisles until we got kicked out. Let's just say that we weren't allowed back in there for another month.

So then we decided that we go do the same thing with clothing, but we would try our hardest to not get yelled at or anything. We took a subway to Macy's and tried on all of the expensive stuff. Somehow, we just ended up with just a warning. And somehow, Jonathan never found out.

I could tell Mia knew what I was thinking about when she started to laugh as well. 

"What did you have in mind? I'm sorry, but I don't feel like almost going to jail this time." I said, giving her a small shove.

She looked at me dramatically and pretended to be offended, "How dare you? I'm not the one that carried around twenty Michael Kors bags asking people where Malibu was!” She playfully chided.

"Only because Kylie said she would pay me thirty dollars!"

"Don't lie Olivia, everyone knows you enjoyed it."

“Me? Lie? Never!” I laughed.

"Anyway, I was thinking about going for mani's and pedi's and then getting makeovers, followed by going to a Broadway Show."

"Wow. And who's paying for all of this, Mia?"

"Oh, I'll pay for yours-" her smile all of a sudden became much wider and mischievous, "-on one condition."

"Okay, but first tell me what show you want to go to." She knew that I wanted to go see The Lion King for months now. So if I had the chance to go to it, I would do whatever.

The Lion King! I know how much you've wanted to see it, plus you seem a little down today."

"Okay, but what's the condition?"

Her smile faded and she started to bite on her lip. I started to get a little worried at what she was about to say, "Don't be mad at me, but I want you to come to the concert tomorrow." I knew it. 

Immediately, I shook my head in protest. It was too dangerous for me, but of course, there was no way for Mia to understand my situation, "I'm sorry Mia but no."

"Why not? I don't understand! I thought about it, and I realized how many times you have told me that you really like One Direction. Don't forget that you are the one that showed them to me!"

"I know, bu-" 

"No buts! You have absolutely no reason to not go to the show. You like One Direction and here's a chance for you to go with me. Please Olivia! I really want to go, but I don't want to go by myself."

"What about Kylie or Laurel?"

"You know that they have to work on Mondays." 

I thought about it. The chances of me being close to the stage at this point was a minimum. The crowd would be so big that there would be no way for Harry to recognize me from the back. Plus I would go get to see a Broadway show that I had been waiting to go to so...

"How close are we for The Lion King?"

"Really close."

I rolled my eyes and huffed my breath, "Fine, I'll go."

"Thank you Olivia! We'll leave in an hour to get our nails done! I'll call Laurel and Kylie."

She punched in their numbers and told them about everything that would go down tonight. It looked as though I would be going to the concert after all. I would just have to make sure that we stayed in the back.

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