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)


21. one last time

"Five hundred twenty-thousand six hundred minutes..." I hear singing in my head. Hold on I know that. That was from Rent. My school did that musical last school year and I was in ensemble. I had the solo in Seasons of Love A.

Wait that's my singing of the solo. It must be a video someone took during the performance.

Wait, hold on. Why is everything is black? Why do I feel stiff?

Oh...I got hit by a car.

I open my eyes up to a bright light. Once my vision became clear I look around. I am in a hospital room. I am connected to wires. I see my mom. I am in a knee cast.

Wait. Mom?

She's here.

She's watching the video of me singing in the musical.

"Mom..." I say in a harsh voice, but it was enough for her to notice and jolt her head up to see me.

"Oh Er!" She walks over to me and hugs me gently. "I thought you'd never wake up! Or even remember! Thank god the car was a Porsche and not an SUV."

I was hit by a fucking Porsche. Those cars are small.

"What's the damage?" I ask.

"'s only a broken ankle and a mild concussion, but the doctors said that you're going to have to be out for the soccer season for sophomore year with the ankle and concussion." I was about to cry when she said that, but she had more. "But I called the coach telling your situation and she said that you can still come to practices and games, just sitting on the sidelines. You'll still be wearing your jersey." That was a sigh of relief.

I may not be playing soccer, but I'm still a part of the team. And plus there's drama club.

I was about to smile but I didn't. I then asked her, "How are Niall and Louis? And Jarret?"

"They're all outside. Da—I mean Niall wants to speak to you."

Niall wants to speak to me...

"Tell him he can come in." I say as she goes to get Niall. After a bit, Niall walks in, his smile small upon seeing me.

"Hey, kiddo." He said sitting on the side of my hospital bed.

"Hey Niall." I reply.

He chuckled a little. "I'm going to have to get used to be called that by you." I sigh and nod. "So the reason I'm here is to tell you what's going to happen now that I're not my real daughter."

Oh no. Please don't tell me he and mom are getting a divorce. "Are you and mom..."

He laughs now. "No, your mom and I aren't divorcing. We had a very long conversation discussing this, about two hours. Louis was in it for a bit so he had input too. So we agreed to that during breaks, we'd either travel to England to see Louis or he travels with his family to see us."

I smiled some. Even with all of this chaos going on, I'm happy my mom won't have to lose the love of her life. "Well I'm glad that this is happening." I tell him.

"Yeah. Also, I'm sorry that you can't play soccer next season. But you do have drama club right?"

"I was just thinking that!"

After that, all was fine in the world.



(Five months later)

I sit on a bench near a pond that's by my neighborhood, bundled up in a winter coat, a 2016 World Series winter hat that Niall had, and gloves. This was my way of rehab for my ankle after I was taken off my boot.

It was thanksgiving break now, and I've been walking a little bit at a time in order to get my ankle by to normal. It's not as well as professional rehabilitation for my foot, but it's better.

"Hey." I hear Jarret's voice behind me as I turn my head to see him. I smile as he sits next to me. "How's it going?" He asks.

"Well my house smells like stuffing and pumpkin pie but it's going well." I laugh some. "Everyone is coming tomorrow, and Louis arrives tonight from England." I'm referring to how it's my family's turn to have thanksgiving. Last year it was my Uncle Austin's time at his house in North Royalton.

"My dad is still trying to grapple to concept of thanksgiving, thank god my mum knows it. She's going Black Friday shopping with your mum though." I did hear that from mom.

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

Jarret shrugs. "Watch basketball or something." I nod.

"Hey Jarret." He looks at me. "I never got to say thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Last summer. For taking me to England, for dealing with me, everything."

He didn't say anything except for that he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back, cupping his cheeks as he places his hands on my waist.

We were like this for a while until we heard someone.

"I was certain I know the back of my daughter's head." Louis says from a distance. I pull away and turn my head to see him in a car parked on the street.

"Tell mom I'll be home soon!" I yell to him.

"Are you using a condom?"

"Oh my god I'm only 15!"

He laughs and rolls away towards my house.

I look over at Jarret and chuckle. "I should get home before dad rats me out about having sex in public which I was never doing." I get up off the bench and so does Jarret.

"Maybe pick up later? If not later then under a mistletoe?"

That's when I blush and peck his lips. "Sure thing." I then head home.

Once I reach home and enter my house, there was something on the counter. It was a package, and it wasn't there before. I look over at mom who was cooking and said, "Who's this for?"

"You. Jarret came by earlier while you were out on your walk." She answered.

"Before I caught you two lovebirds!" Louis stated earning him a slap from Niall. I take off my hat and take the package upstairs to my room.

The front of the package read: "Did you forget that you emailed me your latest edition of your opus? Maybe think twice before throwing away your opus by in England."

My opus...

My opus!

I open up the package and all of the papers fall out. It's all scanned but it's something. I flip through them and they were all in order.

I take a deep breath as I look at the last page I wrote on. I was working out a part for the bassoon.

That's when I realize that this is not the only opus I created.

An opus is not only just a musical composition. An opus is an artistic work.

My summer was an artistic work.

There was a plot, a conflict, a rising and falling action, and conclusion.

That was the opus I appreciated more.

And it's something that my mom appreciated more, also.

My mom.

A story I wish to tell soon.


(Ugh I cant believe I'm going to be saying this I'm going to cry but this is the last chapter for Ericka's Opus. There won't be any more stories about Olivia and her life after this is publishing but a quick thing I'd like to say is thanks everyone. I love you all so so so much! ~Maddie)

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