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


8. Chapter 7




"Time for the TODAY show, time for the TODAY show, time for the TODAY show!" Niall and Louis chanted through the dressing room. They were moving around in the circle clapping their hands to an unknown beat. I was feeling really tired, based on the fact that it was six in the morning and that I had stayed up until one thinking about Erin. I had no idea on how those two had so much energy.

Lou, the makeup artist that was part of our crew, was dabbing some kind of makeup on me. I could never remember what it was called, the stuff to cover up spots on your face or something? I didn't know.

Caroline walked over to my chair, holding an outfit for me to wear."Do you like this one Harry?" I checked it out, a blue blazer, a white v-neck shirt, and grey trousers. 

"Yeah, looks good to me." I yawned. My voice was still groggy from waking up recently and I was pretty sure that I did in fact end up catching a cold.

Liam was sitting in the chair next to me, waiting for his turn for makeup. He was texting on his phone to who I'm guessing was Danielle, his girlfriend. He always talked to her whenever he could. 

"What's Dani saying?" I asked. It was kind of rude of me to bud in on their conversation when it was none of my business, but Liam wouldn't mind.

"She's just wishing us good luck. I guess she’s watching a livestream of our performance."

"Cool, tell her thanks."

"Harry, look up so I can do your mascara." Lou said. I did what she instructed even though this was my least favorite. I didn't mind the other stuff nearly as much as mascara. It made me feel like a girl because only girls would put in on. Well "except for celebrities" Lou always told me. 

"Okay done. You can do your hair yourself, like usual?”

"But you always do it Lou." I protested, I probably sounded like a baby right now.

"Yes but you always mess it up minutes later, so it doesn't matter." This was true, I always shook out my hair, just because or to fix it, even after Lou did it.

Louis came up to me, all ready to go, braces and all. "What do you think Harold?" He started to mess with his braces while moving back and forth.

"Great Louis, just great." I said tiredly.

"Wake up Harry! This is the biggest thing we have done in America so far!"

"I know."

He rolled his eyes, "Alright, what are you not going to think about?"


"Correct! You win a gold star."

"But you just caused me to think about her. Great job, gold star for you!" Even though I was already thinking about her, I might as well just put the blame on him for bringing her up.

"Yes I know, but I figured that you would get nervous by thinking about her being in the audience, and you want to impress her! So it’s good that you're nervous, you need nerves."

I had no idea what he was thinking, I wasn't even thinking about the fact of wanting to sound good in front of her. Awesome job Louis. Fantastic

"Go change Harry, you're wasting time." Caroline said. She handed me my outfit and I walked over to one of the couches so I could set my clothes on it whilst I changed.

After I was done, I looked at myself up and down in one of the full length mirrors. What if Erin didn't like me anymore? What if she thought I’ve changed? Wait, what if she didn't even come? Then what? Would I have to forget about her? It's not like I had in the past, so I guess I wouldn't now. 

An hour later, we were getting escorted to the "big red bus" because we would be starting soon. We could kind of see the crowd from where we were and it was packed. More people were there than I had ever expected. I thought maybe a couple hundred, but wow. I couldn't believe all of these people from America showed up to watch us. We had this many fans here?

"Alright boys, thirty seconds until they announce you, we'll then give you a signal to start going to the stage, alright?" The producer told us. 

And approximately thirty seconds later the host said, "Ladies and gentlemen, One Direction!"

We waved to the crowd until the bus came to a stop. Louis then led everyone off it; I followed Niall. When we got out of the bus, Louis almost forgot where to go, so luckily Paul was there to direct us by pointing to where we had to go. We went by the fans, slapping their hands as they cheered us on. 

Once we had gotten to the stage, we were extremely excited, jumping around. We got into a line, and on cue I yelled, "NEW YORK CITY MAKE SOME NOISE!" The crowd started to scream and we started to sing What Makes You Beautiful.

When it got to my turn to sing, I could really tell that I really had a cold. My voice was deeper than it usually was. The song was going great, adrenaline pumping. My energy was actually getting higher. It came down to my solo and I stood center stage with the lads in a V behind me.

"Baby you light up my world..." I kept on singing, looking for Erin in the crowd. She had to have come, right? Louis said she and her friend were planning on it. I was afraid that if she did come, she would be way in the back where I could never get to her. She wasn't near the front like I had hoped. So I looked farther back, but I couldn't see her. 




I had rolled a five. This was it. This is what I was going to do. I had set my alarm extremely early. When I woke up, I went straight over to Mia's room. I started to nudge her with my hand, trying to get her moving.

"Mia, get up. We have to go see One Direction now."

She started to mumble and kind of growl at me, causing me to take a step back.

"Mia, come on, we have an hour before they perform.” I lied.

She shot straight up, scrambling for her phone. When she found it, she glared at me, "Do you realize that it is four in the morning?" As you can see, she wasn't exactly a happy person at the break of dawn. 

"Yup, now let’s get going, I want to be in the front."

"What’s gotten into you? I thought you didn't want to go so early for this?"

I told her half of the truth, "I thought a lot last night, I guess."

"Huh." Was all she could say.

After making ourselves look presentable and changing into some clothes along with some comfy sweatshirts, we were ready to head out.

I grabbed the note off of the sticky pad, folded it into my pocket, grabbed my purse and phone, and we left to go find the studio. We stopped at a McDonald's for food, because neither one of us felt like making our own breakfast, not even cereal.

Once we arrived at the place, there were already a lot of girls there, but I knew that we had to somehow make our way to the front. It would be the only way that I could get the note to Harry. It took quite some time, but we slowly made it there. 

"There," I said. "Now you can touch their hands."

"Good. I'm glad that you finally accepted that you were so in love that you needed to be here," She said nudging me. "Now we just have to wait a couple of hours."




It felt like the longest couple of hours of my life. It was cold and I felt like I was going to fall over from being so tired. On top of that, we had ended up getting put farther back. Actually, much farther back than where we started because Mia wanted to go get something else to eat. She figured that twenty minutes of being gone wouldn't change anything. Well, she was very wrong.

I was worried that Harry wouldn't see me. And what if I couldn't get him the note? There would be no way that I could there from where I was at. 

"Why did you let me go get more food?" Mia complained. "Now I can't touch Liam's hand." 

"Wait, you're going to try to blame me for this?" I arched an eyebrow at her and crossed my arms.

Before she could answer, the crowd started to cheer as the hosts walked up on stage and greeted the crowd. After a couple of minutes, they started to announce One Direction.

My heart started to race. This was it. Would Harry see me? 

"NEW YORK CITY, MAKE SOME NOISE!"  I heard a familiar voice yell.


I saw him on the left getting ready to sing. He sang brilliantly to What Makes You Beautiful. They all did. 

I knew that I had to somehow make it to the front. It was only way that Harry would see me. So when the crowd was jumping to the music, I grabbed Mia's arm and started to pull her with me, "Come on Mia. We're going to the front."

She didn’t protest or anything, she just followed my lead of squeezing through all of the gaps. We had just made it when the song had ended.

The boys had a break from singing before the hosts would interview them. They got into a group and started to talk with Harry's back to me. 

"I hope one of them looks at me at some point. We're so close now!" Mia gleed. 

"Yeah we are! Maybe they will fancy you when they see you." I joked.

"You and your British terms. Are you also going to tell me that they're ‘fit or something?" She laughed and bumped her hip into mine.

The guys went back into line when the hosts came up, "Good morning guys, it's great to have you here." The woman said. A bunch of the boys said hello back to her. She started to ask them loads of questions. They talked about each other and their fans most of the time. 

"This is One Thing." Liam said after they were done being interviewed. 




The music started to play for One Thing. When we got to the first chorus, we went to the middle part of the runway. It was extremely tight with five of us on there and fans reaching out to touch us. I started to worry if Erin had never showed.

"So get out, get out, get out of my mind..." We went over to the end of the stage at this point, adrenaline pumping again. I was having a great time.

I searched the back of the crowd for her as I sang.


I started to touch fans' hands as I sang without looking down. One of them I touched was quite cold, which caused me to look down at them.

Erin! I smiled down at her as she smiled up. She released her hand and dug into her pocket for something. She brought her hand back up with a note inside of it. I took it was and stuffed it into one of my trouser pockets.

During the rest of our performances, I would glance at her. She would be either singing and dancing with her friend or smiling at me. I was just so thrilled to see her in front of me for the first time for more than twenty seconds in over two years. I never thought it was possible, but somehow it was. 

It was over so quickly and we had to go back. We said thank you to our fans and went inside of the building.

I immediately ran in front of the other boys and started to smirk at them, "She was there! I saw Erin!" I felt so happy and excited. 

"How do you know it was her this time?" Niall asked. I could tell that everyone was a little skeptical.

I took out the crumpled note and waved it in the air. "This." I hadn't actually read it, but I assumed that there was proof of her on it. 

Louis grinned and shook his head, "Never doubted you mate, never did."

We walked to an area when we could do interviews for radios and news shows. On the way, I opened up the crinkled paper and read it. It said:


I'm sorr555-8371 I'll explain everything, I promise

                                                                               -Erin x


I grinned ear to ear. I was finally close to being with her again. All I knew was, I would be calling her as soon as I could.

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