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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54. Chapter 53L

 

-Erin-

 

Four Months Later

 

I had lasted the summer, taking in the heat of the sun that constantly shined down on the Peruvian country. My skin had actually tanned past its quite pale and ivory state. Oh, and the FBI had me change my hair. I had dyed it a light blonde, cutting it so it was just past my shoulders. Hell, Harry probably wouldn't even recognize me right now.

Harry...

I hadn't heard anything about him since I left. And here, in Cajamarca, no one knew about One Direction. The town was relatively small, with mostly Spanish inspired stone buildings and amazing jungle filled mountains surrounding it. The college that Jonathan...no, Chris worked at was even smaller. He taught history, which he somehow knew. As an agent, I never thought he would know so much. I even learned some things after helping him out with his class. How was Harry? I thought people would listen to some English language music around here, but the closest thing I got to it was when I heard Shakira sung songs. Everything was in Spanish, causing me to learn a bit of it. But no, no mentions of Harry or his band ever surfaced, probably because of how secluded this village was.

The people around here were very nice though. I hadn't made a close friend like Mia, mostly because of the language barrier. Though, many of the people around here did know English very well. 

But we ended up getting a dog, actually, we more like found one. It was one of the strays that would run around the place, getting scraps from townspeople or garbage to live on. This one in particular would always hang around the university, so Chris brought him back with him. He was some kind of a hound, we weren't sure what kind though. He was grey with shaggy hair and probably about five or six years old. We ended up naming him Jackson. He was awesomely smart and a really good companion, which was nice to have at the moment.

During the first couple of weeks I was here, I would reach the spot near my neck where my locket used to hang whenever I was worried, but I would find nothing. The silver necklace was still with Harry, where I had left it. I had somehow lucked out though, my bag was searched through in the end to make sure I wasn’t bringing anything with me that I wasn’t supposed to.

But I missed Harry so much. I cried myself to sleep the first couple of nights I was here, but not when Chris was around, I didn't want to worry him. But even the thought of him made we want to burst into tears.

I wondered what he was doing right now. Was he on tour? Was he on break? Was he at home? Was he recording? Did he still think about me? 

 

-Harry-

 

Four months. Four months without her. Without Erin. I had missed her more than anything all summer. The boys had tried to help me through it the best they could. But it still didn't help the fact that she was again missing from my life. 

I kept her locket where ever I traveled, holding onto it for her for when she would get back. But I was worried about when that day was going to come. She said it could be years even. I mean, last time, it was two years. And I had to remember that Erin once said that they didn't have any leads on who the killer was. So within four months, would they find anything to help her be free again?

I also wondered about where she ended up. Europe? Asia? Was she still in North America? Or did she end up going south? I just hoped she was happy where ever she was. 

In the interviews that we would have, Erin was usually brought up. The pictures that had been released the day after she left were ones of us kissing outside the restaurant. I would get asked who she was and how we had met. I couldn't ever answer those questions of course, so somehow, Louis, Liam, Niall, or Zayn would find a way to change the topic. But then I eventually got asked the questions that were about what ever happened to her. Those hurt me, but I didn’t let it show, of course.

So much had happened to One Direction in the last couple of months. We had toured North America some more, we recorded an album, which included choosing the single that would come from it. It was kind of unreal of what we had accomplished so far. We not only were able to perform at the Olympics Closing Ceremony, but we were also going to perform at the MTV VMAs and we were up for three awards. Everyone was massively excited for it.

But right now, I was getting ready for Liam's birthday party. It would be nice to let loose after a busy summer. The party was at a club, and no, I would not be dancing with any girls. I still pictured myself as being in a relationship with Erin and I told her that I would wait for her, no matter how long it took. 

"Harry? You ready?" Louis asked as he poked his head through the door of my flat.

"Sure, just one sec." I shook my curls out and grabbed my phone and wallet. Louis greeted me by patting me on the back as we walked down to his car with Eleanor waiting for us when we got down.

"Hi Harry," she greeted me, "Oh, I like your necklace."

Louis glanced to what she was talking about before he pulled out to start driving to the club, "When did you start wearing that again?"

"Today."

"Huh, well when did you get it?" she asked.

"I got it in April back in New York," I responded, scratching my head, unsure.

"Oh, so it's that necklace," she said, mostly to herself.

So that meant that Louis had gone into detail about Erin and I. I mean, we did tell her at one point about everything that went down while we were there, even about Erin's secret. But we hadn't gone too in depth after I ended up having to leave the room. At the time, the memory of her leaving was still fresh, so it hurt to think about.

The necklace that I wore had the same star design as the locket, smaller diamonds on the edges and one larger one in the center. Liam had the idea of getting a matching one. But I never mentioned it to Erin, wanting to keep it as a small secret of mine.

"How are you holding up?" Louis asked, still looking ahead. 

"You know, I still miss her, but I'm better."

"Good," Eleanor said smiling, "Honestly, I can't wait until I can actually meet her. She sounds fantastic." She was always hopeful that Erin would come back, and it really set my own hopes even higher.

"I think you'd like her, like, you two could be really good friends," I said, smiling to myself a little bit.

We arrived at the place, getting out to see some paps waiting for us. But we were immediately admitted in. The music was loud with people dancing all around us. Louis and Eleanor held hands as they walked in with me following them.

After a drink, a couple of my friends that had come as well ended up pulling me out onto the dance floor. It was fun, I was having a good time. I saw Liam walk in with Danielle for his party with a huge smile on his face, especially when he saw the Batman birthday cake that was waiting for him on one of the tables. 

I kept on dancing, but I eventually stopped to go get myself a drink. As I left the bar with a beer, I found Niall getting in, "Where have you been mate? It's a little late don't you think?"

He laughed once, "Well try getting in when the security guards don't know who you are."

I started coughing, almost choking on my drink, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah man. I literally sat out there for a half hour trying to convince them I was part of the same band as Liam," he looked around, "Where’s the bar? I need a pint," he stated. I pointed him in the right direction, letting him leave to go get a beer.

Going back to dancing, I found Louis and Eleanor in the crowd. We were laughing a lot and for some reason, I looked to my right.

There she was. Standing right in front of me. She smiled, "Erin?" I questioned, squinting my eyes.

"What was that mate?" Louis asked.

I turned to look at Louis and point to where Erin...was. She was gone. She wasn't there anymore. Was I hallucinating? I thought the hallucinations left over two months ago, but they seemed to be back. I used to be doing something normal, and then all of a sudden, I would see a glimpse of Erin. It was all my imagination of course.

"There's no one there Harry," Louis said, trying to get me back to reality.

"I- I know. Never mind."

We went back to dancing, enjoying the night. And I thought that I wouldn't see Erin again. But then I heard her. I usually would only see her at random places like I did a couple minutes ago. She would never speak, never.

But I kept on hearing her yelling, but I couldn't see her.

"Harry!"

"I want to come home!"

"He's going to find me!"

“Help me!”

"Harry!"

It seemed to come at me all at once. I put my hands up to my ears to block her out, but I couldn’t ignore her. She needed me. But where was she? 

She kept on screaming for me. I looked around to find where the noise was coming from. Then she was all of a sudden right in front of me, maybe ten centimeters away from my face, "Harry!" she yelled. 

Maybe I blinked or something, but she was gone in a second, along with her voice.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Louis asked gently. He removed my hands from my ears, "What's wrong?"

"I gotta go. I'm not feeling well."

He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, "You're seeing her again, aren't you?" I nodded my head, deciding on not telling him about the voice that had been inside my head, "Just go home and sleep. I’ll call you a cab.”

"What about Liam?" I didn't want to leave my friend’s birthday party on something as ridiculous as this. 

"'I'll tell him I sent you home. You know he'll understand," he said, "Just go."

I said thanks and goodbye to him and Eleanor as I went into a quiet area to wait for my cab to arrive. I slumped down into a chair, gripping my hair with my hands, placing my elbows on my knees. I suspected the alcohol had been a factor in all of this. But really, what was happening to me?

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