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


55. Chapter 54




I didn't see or hear Erin for the rest of the week, so that was a good sign. Though seeing Erin's face made my heart flutter, it hurt more than anything. I felt so helpless because I couldn't do anything to help her at all. She was stuck in another life that she shouldn't have to live. 

Louis asked me about when I left Liam's party the following morning. I didn't want to worry him, so I said that I had only seen her for a second. We didn't know why I was seeing her, not a clue. But all of the lads knew about what had been happening to me ever since she left.

When I went back home to Holmes Chapel after Australia, I got stopped by loads of people. Not because of my fame, but because of Erin. They would wonder on how she was alive, how I found her, everything. But I couldn't answer them fully without revealing too much.

I made it my job to stop by Erin's parent's house. I stayed there for hours telling them about how great Erin was. I told them about how beautiful she had become, how fantastic she was in general, and about how she always thought about them. Her mum cried, which was a sad moment, and I thought her dad was going to start too.

I looked out the window of the suburban me and the lads rode in. We were now back in New York to do some last minute recording and to attend some business parties. (Strictly business, which meant suits and shiny shoes) 

In two days, there would be a Columbia Music gala. It would be quite boring, no question about it. The whole place would be just a bunch of business men drinking champagne and such. But all five of us would be going. It would be for maybe three hours, how bad could it possibly get?

"Paul!" Niall shouted over the radio and the sound of the city, "Can we stop at a KFC or something? I'm starving!" 

Looking through the rear-view mirror, "Can you just get some on your own time or something? We're almost to the hotel," Paul said.

"Fine..." he responded, still grasping onto his empty stomach. 

"So you'll take my stuff to my room?" I asked Louis and Zayn.

"Yeah, we'll make sure your bags get there safe and sound," Zayn said, patting my head like a dog. The plan was for Paul to drop me off at Erin's old flat. My one mission today was to talk to Mia. I could only hope that he was staying at the same place. If not, I would feel incredibly bad about never explaining myself.

I hadn't talked to her since I arrived to New York from Australia back in April. I was going to explain everything, and I mean everything, to her: why her roommate and best friend left and not saying anything, what Erin’s real name was, that I had actually known her since I was three, everything. Would she listen? I wasn't sure.

Paul pulled the black car over to the side, "Alright Harry. Just call me when you're done so I can have someone come get you. I don't want you around the city by yourself."

"Okay, thanks Paul. See you later." I hopped out and waved goodbye to everyone as I stepped out onto the pavement with a backpack. I crossed the street and walked into the familiar building. 

It looked exactly the same, brick walls and dark wood floors. The light that hung in the middle of the small entryway still had a dim glow to it, like it did months ago. If I went straight, I could go up the lift to the eleventh floor. If I went right, I could take the stairs. I stayed straight, knowing it would be much faster. 

Would she hate me for coming? Would she be mad that I hadn't talked to her in months? Will she still want to talk to me after I tell her all of the secrets that had been kept from her?

I knocked, soon hearing footsteps pat over to the door. The door slowly opened, "H- Harry?" Mia was dressed like she was either going out, or she had just gotten back, with a pair of skinny jeans and some flats, "What are you doing here?"

Relief rushed over me when her words didn’t have a mad tone, "Can I come in?" I asked.

She nodded, "Sure."

I stepped inside, seeing that the wall color was different. Before, it was an off-white. Now it had been redone to be a light brown. But besides that, everything was exactly the same, even the stars were still on the ceiling.

"How've you been?" I asked.

"Good, for the most part," she sighed, "But please Harry, just cut to the chase. What are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Olivia," I stated. She flinched in response, but it was very subtle, "There are some things that you don't know about her."

She walked over to lean against the back of the largest of the grey couches, "What's there to know Harry? She left without saying any real goodbyes besides a letter on my bed and I doubt she's coming back."

"Do you have a roommate?" I asked out of curiosity, looking over her shoulder to see Erin’s old bedroom door shut.



"I don't know. I didn't know what to do with Liv's stuff and I didn't want to give it away or sell it or anything. I haven't even been in that room since..." she trailed off, mid-sentence.

I felt bad for Mia. She had absolutely no clue on what was going on. She wasn't left with a true, concrete reason on why her best friend left, only that she wanted time alone. But almost anyone could see through that lie. 

 "I need to tell you some things," I said, feeling a little unsure with myself.

She crossed her arms, "Okay, tell me."

"You might want to sit down, there's a lot I have to say."

She agreed with me, walking around to sit on the smaller couch as I sat on the largest. I set my hands between my legs as I looked to the ground. I moved my eyes to Mia, seeing that she was a bit confused with the situation.

"You know when Olivia and I told you that we had just met back in March?" I asked, getting a nod from her, "Well that's not true. We've...known each other since we were kids. Actually since we were three," I said, remembering the time when we first met. She had moved down the street, leading my mum to be curious. So we stopped by one day and that's when I met a shy Erin. We became best friends that day.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Oh. Well, that's...different."

"I'm not finished. Olivia isn't-" I stopped my words from coming out of my mouth. How strange would it be for this secret? I continued, "Her name isn't Olivia. It's really Erin."

"What?" She squinted her eyes, like she thought I was making everything up, "Why would she change her name? Did she not like 'Erin' or something?"

"No. She had to."

"Okay? Why?"

I thought about what I was going to say for a moment, biting my lower lip and scratching my jaw line, "Mia, have you ever had a secret that you couldn't tell anyone?"

"Okay, this is starting to sound like that freaking Twilight movie." 

I rolled my eyes, "Well Erin was in that situation. She saw something that was going to hurt her in the end."

"Like what? A murder?"

I nodded my head, "Yes, exactly that."

She brought her hands up to her mouth. Her eyes turned to look at a random place near the floor, like she was rethinking the entire situation, "So, she was in, like, the Witness Protection Program or something?"

"Pretty much. Our country calls it something different, but yes."

Mia stood up, "Oh my god. It explains so much! Why she didn't tell me about you at first, why she didn't want to go to your concert, why she didn't like being in other people's pictures. Oh my god! That's why she left! Because she was seen with you, wasn't it?"

I sighed, feeling guilty because I felt like it was still my fault, "Yes..."

"I knew something was up with you two. I mean, I was confused at first because you knew so much about her when you first met. Is Jonathan even her real dad?" she asked.

"No, he's her agent," I said, looking to the ground.

I was surprised all of sudden, when I felt her sit down and wrap two arms around me, "If you ever think that it's your fault that she left, don't. Just don't blame yourself. I highly doubt you meant for it to happen."

I smiled at her, thankful for her kindness. I was afraid that she was going to be mad, but she turned out to be the exact opposite, "Thanks Mia."

"Do you- do you actually have any pictures of her from when you were young? I've never seen any ever."

I remembered the album that I kept in the bag that I had brought with me. The bag was actually where I also kept the locket. I always brought the same backpack with me as a carry-on onto all of my flights, afraid of ever losing it.

I reached next to me, where the bag sat, and pulled out the album. Setting it on my lap, "When Erin left Holmes Chapel, she smuggled this with her because she wasn't supposed to bring personal items with her."

I opened it up and we flipped through all of the pictures. I pointed to the one with us in my tree house, I showed her the one where she had cake covering her face on her ninth birthday, I made sure she saw the one where we had a flour fight, and many more. She smiled through all of them, having me tell her some stories. It hurt to remember Erin like this, but it also felt good to share her with someone.

"When you saw her for the first time while you were here, what was your reaction? I mean, you thought she was dead and everything," Mia asked as we finished.

"I was very confused," I said, laughing at myself, "I was trying to get her to stay with me. She, on the other hand, was trying to leave as soon as possible. I was with Liam and Louis at the time, and they thought I was crazy, because I had told them about how Erin died already."

"She ran from you?" she asked, surprised.

I laughed once, "Yeah she did. Then she slipped me a note at the concert. But before then, I thought I was going crazy."

"Like you were hallucinating or something? I honestly don't think people can really do that unless they really are crazy," she responded laughing. I kept my mouth shut about seeing her now; I wasn't going to share that with anyone except for the lads.

I didn't stay for very much longer, finding that she had to go to class soon; school had already started for her yesterday. I left after I hugged her and called Paul to let him know that I could be picked up. 

Going to see Mia had been a really good idea. Everything was cleared up for her and I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I hopped that if Erin knew what I said, she would be happy as well. But it had felt good to talk about her real self with someone other than Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis.

When one of our body guards came, Preston this time, I took the lift down to the dim room on the first floor. I greeted him, hopping in, ready to take a nap at the hotel.

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