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)

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13. I learn more with a ball at my feet

We only visited three hospitals and with no luck, Jarret and I decided to take a break from this.

Our encounters at the hospitals were very interesting. The first hospital, where we met Annie, was normal. But the second hospital apparently the lady at the counter used to be a huge fan of me and Jarret's dad when they were still One Direction. She said I had my mom's looks while Jarret had his dad's. She was also shocked when she found about the reason we were there. The third hospital...we had to wait an HOUR to have someone ask us for help. But again, no luck.

Jarret and I buy our tickets for the train back to Holmes Chapel and we wait on the platform. I stare at the ground as we wait for the train to arrive. "Hey, Ericka," Jarret lifts my chin up, "don't worry about it now. We didn't expect to get the hospital today. Besides, there's still a long time till we have to go back to Rocky River plus we still have a lot of England to explore."

The train arrived and we headed back home.

I was silent, but Jarret was calling his parents to let them know that we were on the way home and had no luck whatsoever. The train finally stopped at our station and we got off. I really didn't meet anyone, but I was dreading the fact that some adult could come up to me and go "Hey, aren't you Olivia Horan's daughter?". I was, however, told that I do look like my mom: brown hair, brown eyes, short complexity, et cetera.

But on the platform off, I was asked a few times if I was this woman named Eleanor's daughter. Like, no! My mom's name is Olivia, not Eleanor!

I was on the verge of saying that a few times, until someone for the umpteenth time asked and I literally spat it out. It scared the person and Jarret had to pull me away before I could go on a rampage.

"Er, what the hell was that?" He asked.

"Everyone kept asking me if I was this woman named Eleanor's daughter! Like no! I don't know anyone in my family named Eleanor! People should probably know that I have probably the same looks as US woman's soccer player Olivia freaking Horan! Not some random woman!" I rant.

Jarret puts his hands on my shoulders, "Deep breaths, Horan! Deep breaths!" I follow his instructions and was soon somewhat calm. "Look, I know why they asked if you were someone else's daughter."

He then told me of how Harry told him that when my mom was 18 and met Niall, she was occasionally mistaken for someone named Eleanor Calder, who at the time was Louis' ex-girlfriend but now wife. They look so much alike that they could've been twins. "And that's why."

We got out of the taxi that we grabbed as he was telling me the story and walked the rest of the way home. Suddenly, we hear Jarret's name being called. We look to our rights and I notice a soccer pitch with people playing. "Wanna play?" one of the people asked.

"I'm gonna get changed, and then I'll head over!" He yelled back. Then he looked at me. "Wanna play some football with me and a few friends?"

I didn't hesitate to answer. "Hell yeah!"

We run back to the house, which was only a few feet away, run inside and I run up to my room and get changed. I brought my Rocky River Pirates soccer shirt (both of em. I have one with my first name and one with my last name) a pair of shorts I'd wear to a practice and my red socks from my uniform. I made a smart move to bring my cleats.

I throw my hair in a pony tail, after I notice my pink ends are slowly fading. I've had them since February and it's probably time to cut them soon for the soccer season.

We meet in the halls, and Jarret is in a Manchester City uniform. "Damn it. Now I got to play against you."

"Wait, what?"

He explains how when he used to play soccer with this group we're about to play with, they'd play as rivalry teams, mostly Manchester United and Manchester City. And apparently, if one doesn't have one of the team jerseys, they have to use the team colors. And because my shirt is red, "you'd be on the team who will be Manchester United." He said as we headed outside and to the park with the soccer field.

When we get there, there's this group of guys and a few girls on the side.

"Hey, Styles! Finally showed up!" Said a guy with curly light brown hair wearing a Man U jersey.

"Sorry, Irwin. But welcome back for the summer!" Jarret replies. "I had to wait for someone to finished prepping herself." He nodded towards me.

This Irwin person looks at me. Then whistles. "Jarret, who knew your girlfriend was hot." I turned red after that comment.

"Well this isn't my girlfriend. She's my friend who's a girl. But anywho, Ericka, this is Parker Irwin. Parker, this is my American friend Ericka Horan."

I smile and wave hi.

"Wait. THE Ericka Horan!? Of Olivia and Niall Horan?! But mostly Niall Horan?!" Parker asked.

I thought back to meeting Cliff and Annie. Both of their dads have been associated with my dad in the music industry (I learned that Annie's mom, Taylor, dated Jarret's dad once upon a time. Heard that was hell on wheels). "Did your dad do something with my dad?" I asked Parker and he nodded.

"Did you meet Cliff?" I nod yes. "Well my dad was in the same band as his dad, Luke. But my dad's name is Ashton. You'll meet the rest of us soon."

He starts pointing out people.

Noah Clifford: son of Michael Clifford who was in the same band as Cliff and Parker's dads. Playing on Jarret's team.

Jason Hood: son of Calum Hood and again, same band as Cliff, Noah, and Parker's dads. On my team.

Ellen Martin: cousin to Chris Martin of that band Coldplay. Watching the game.

Zach Johnson: normal dude so not related to someone famous. Jarret's team.

There were more, but I'm too lazy to name everyone.

"So who's ready to kick some British butt?!" I announce.

"I am!" Parker yells. "I'm Australian, but I visit England a lot."

"We know, Parker." Jason states.

And with that, we play.

So remember back in the first book I titled a chapter "I kick British Butt"? That's where I got the last thing Ericka said from.

I have nothing else to say. Hopefully I'll update soon!

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