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)




<Olivia POV>

I was pacing back in forth in my dorm. How will I tell Niall this? What if it isn't his? We just got married about a month ago, and I'm still in college on football/soccer scholarship. I hear the knob turn. Oh, god. It's time.

"Honey, I'm home!." He walks in and kisses me. Being Mrs. Horan for the past month, I'm use to the whole "Honey, I'm home!" line thing.

"Hey, babe." I say, still having guilt inside of me. "Niall, I need to tell you something."

We stare at each other for a while. Then his happy face fades. "Oh, no. Please don't tell me you have cervical cancer! I don't want you to end up like Annita! I don't want to sing to you when you die! You're too young to die!"

Oh, brother. "NO! NO! NIALL I DON'T HAVE CANCER!" That got a sigh of relief. "It's that..." I fiddle with my fingers while looking at the ground. Here goes nothing. Now or never, Horan. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes grow to the size of two giant cantaloupes. "You're...pregnant!?!?!" I nod. "And I'm going to be!" This time, I slowly nod.

My roommate Vanessa walks in and see us together. She's been with me since I came to LSBU. "Hey, lovebugs. How are things?" She doesn't know that I'm pregnant, but she does know about the Louis incident.

"VANESSA! I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" Niall cheered around the dorm. Vanessa gives me the long look.

"Still can't tell him about the incident so you had to make up that you're preggers, huh?" She smirked.

"No, V. It's true. I took a test after Sociology today and it was positive. I'm going to have a child." I tell her.

That's when she shrieks as loud as Niall did. Except she didn't prance around. She jumped. "OH MY GOSH! DO YOU KNOW THE GENDER? IF IT'S A GIRL, YOU SHOULD SO NAME IT ERICA! YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THAT NAME!"

She's right. I do.

"But what if it isn't Niall's child? What if it's Louis'?" I asked.

"Then keep it a secret from him. Keep the Louis incident from Niall and keep the child from Louis."

"But what if the media knows I'm pregnant? One Direction did break up six months ago." I tell her. It was devastating, but everyone is still very close.

"They won't. You're in college, and I doubt they'll figure it out." She tells me.

I have it all figured out.

I'll keep the child away from Louis.

I'll keep the incident away from Niall and my soon-to-be-born child.

It's all good.


<Ericka POV>

"This is the first hospital on the list." Jarret said. "Do you think this is our hospital?"

"Who knows. C'mon." I reply as we walk in. We were greeted by many paintings. I walk up to the lady at the front desk. "Hello." I get her attention. "I'm currently in a family crisis with my parents and I want to fix it. I know that I was born here in England, but I don't know which hospital. Is it okay if you can check if I was born here?"

She looks up from her computer. "And how old are you?" She asks in a flat tone.

Oh, god. "Look, I'm 15 but this is really important. I'm Ericka Madison Horan. My parents are Olivia and Niall Horan, yes the Niall Horan from that old boyband One Direction I won't go into details. And the reason I want to know if I was born here is that the week I was conceived, my mom was with two different guys: my dad and Louis Tomlinson. And she kept it from me and I want to know the truth so pretty pretty pretty please!!" Now I'm on my knees pleading.

"Okay okay! I'll go check!" The lady gets up and walks back. I get up from the floor.

"You should be an actor." Jarret compliments.

"Thanks." I reply.

That's when we see a girl on a wheelchair who needs help.

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