Ericka's Opus: The Journey of Discovering Myself

Ericka Madison Horan. The 15 year old daughter of Niall Horan and Olivia Horan (former Carsons/Clifton). Only child, plays soccer like her mom and writes music like her dad. When she was about 8, she's been working on composing one of the greatest opus of all time, and hasn't stopped since. Most would say that's something a prodigy would do, but it's her past time. But when something from the past comes up that could change her life, Ericka realizes that life is not just about the music, it's about the journey. (Third installment of Start of Something New trilogy)


14. Dig a little deeper

We finished the game after a full ninety minutes, and we only won on a goal that I made! The score was 4-3. We were all covered in sweat and blood (not really blood I was being weird).

"You're really good, Horan." Jarret pants as he, Parker, Noah, and Jason walk over to me as I'm taking a swig of water.

"You've seen me play back at home." I say reminding him that he's seen me play junior varsity soccer last year in school.

"Is she any good back in the States?" Noah asks wiping sweat away.

"Oh, she's really good." Jarret answers yet again for me. I swear that boy. "We better get back home and shower. We got another long day ahead of us."

"Oh yeah. I was told that." Jason states wiping sweat off his brow. "I gotta get home too." Everyone else replies that they have to do the same too.

We gather up our stuff and Jarret and I walk back. That was when I hear someone go, "Ericka!" I turn around and it was Parker. "You want to exchange numbers? I know it will be hard when you go back to the states because of the international fee, but then maybe we can skype." He says with a smile.

"Sure." I say and we exchange numbers.

"Yo Horan come on I got to shower!" Jarret yells.

I say goodbye to Parker and run over to Jarret. "I was having an important conversation!" I state walking beside him.

"Well you're taking your shower after me. You girls tend to take your time in there."

"Well at least I don't have to clean the under region." I say with a smirk. He gently pushes me and we keep walking until we reach his house. His parents ask how was playing soccer and he says my team kicked his team's ass and I snicker. Jarret goes upstairs to shower and I grab a Gatorade out of his fridge.

"No luck today?" Emma asks me. I shake my head.

"We are going into the suburbs of London tomorrow to check out local hospitals there." I mention.

"I think if you have no success there because I don't remember where Olivia gave birth try some of the counties around the UK. She might've had you in Bradford." She chuckles. I give her a look. "Sorry, that's where an old friend lives."

And old friend. "Who?"

Emma turns to me. "Zayn Malik. He was part of the band for quite some time. Before you were born he quit the band during the tour. You should've seen Twitter and Tumblr and Instagram and oh my god all of social media!" She says.


"Why did he quit?" I ask.

"It was complicated." She answers walking into the living room. "Like super complicated."

"Oh." I say. That's when Jarret comes downstairs in only his boxers and his mop of wet hair.

"Jarret, put a shirt on." Emma orders, but he ignores her.

"Your turn to shower, Horan." He says to me walking past me and into the kitchen. I sigh and get up and walk upstairs to take a shower.

Why did Jarret have to be hot?

Authors note: so I'm going to be focusing on my other stories since I just finished These Bruises but I wanted to publish a filler chapter in honor of tomorrow being Ericka's birthday (in the story, she would actually be born tomorrow or today if you live in England). So yeah. Thank you!

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