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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5. Skype plan

I'm crying my eyes out on the old swingset in the backyard of my house, holding to the necklace my mom gave to me for my fourteenth birthday. Around that time, I had an extreme soccer accident. That was when I badly sprained my ankle, which almost brought my eighth grade soccer season to an end. She said she got it from a friend of hers and dads, or if he is dad. I don't if I should call him dad or Niall. Until everything leaves my life, I'm calling him Niall.

Okay, so a friend of mom and Niall gave the necklace to my mom for her nineteenth birthday and then she passed it on to me. I can remember it like it was yesterday...

~FLASHBACK~

I'm sitting on the sofa, leg elevated, sheets of music for the opus in my lap. It's already been a week since I rolled on my ankle trying to get the soccer ball and scoring a goal against Sailorway Sailors. I had to be carried off the field by Erin Camp and Alexis Dean. After the game, my mom took me to get it checked out and the doctor said I had a moderate spain and I was almost extremely close to breaking my ankle. So let's just be glad that I didn't break it.

"Hey, honey." I hear my mom say behind me. "How's it going there?"

"Boring." I answer with no enthusiasm. "I've been lying here all day, working on my opus, watching reruns of that old show, Pretty Little Liars, and texting my friends when they are all out there in the great world doing who know's what!" I slam my head against the pillow and groan. "And we even planned to go out to the mall on my birthday, which in fact, is today! Just how I want to spend turning 14. Inside, with a sprained ankle. Just perfect."

My mom sits on the couch besides me. "Hey, when I turned 18, I was worst than what you're going through."

I sat up. "What happened?"

"I got ran over by a car my old friend Eli was driving. And then I had to be rushed to the hospital at 6 in the morning with a broken skull and later, amnesia." Okay, mom won this round. "Look, Ericka, I know this wasn't how you wanted to spend your birthday. But I have a present for you."

I set my opus aside. "What is it?"

Her hand was clinched in a fist. She was hiding something inside it. "First let me tell you the story behind it." I stay silent as she tells the story.

"On my 19th birthday, a friend of mine and your father's gave me a present that meant a lot to me. A year earlier, he and your dad were both madly in love with me. And obviously, in the end, your dad won me. So a few months after your father purposed to me, he came to college to see me, say hi, ask how was I doing, and congratulations on winning the championship soccer game for London South Bank University. You know you were born in London, England, right?" I nod. "Okay, so it was my birthday that day, and he gave me what I'm about to give you. The exact words Louis, the friend, said were 'Last year was the best year in my life. If it hadn't been for Niall, I wouldn't have seen you again, and I wouldn't be giving you this. So this shows that even though we will go separate ways after the wedding, you'll be in my heart and I'll always love you. Actually, the colors just reminded me of you'."  I start to chuckle. "So without further adu, here you go."

She opens her fist and in her palm was this beautiful leather necklace with a circle pendant in the middle with a swirl of blue, black, orange, and green. I take it out of her hand and hold it in mine. "It's beautiful. Oh, thanks mom!" I cheer as I lean in to hug her. It made my day better. Maybe one day, I'll meet this friend of hers.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

My phone started to buzz in my lap. I wipe the makeup away from my eyes and look at it. I got a text message from Jarret. Oh, great. Can my night get any worst? Well, his parents just made it. Wait, not my night. MY LIFE!?

I open the text and it says "Go on Skype. I want 2 talk 2 u."

I reply back just saying a simple "k". I get up off the swing set and head inside and upstairs to my room. I open my laptop and log into skype. A skype request from "jlstyles2014" came up on my screen. It's Jarret. I don't bother checking my makeup. I just automatically hit accept and seconds later, he's on my laptop.

"Look, I'm sorry if my parents made you upset. It's just..."

"Oh, yeah. I'm not upset. I'm completely okay that the man who's my dad is now a complete stranger to me and that my real dad doesn't know that I'm his real child!" Tears start to form again.

"Look, Ericka. I know you're having the worst day of your life right now, but trust me, it will be better." He tries to calm me down, but it's not working. "Hey, didn't my dad say that your dad, wether it's the one you're living with or the one all the way in I-don't-know-where-he-lives-ville, him, and a few other guys were in this famous boyband called...New Direction or something?"

I remember Harry saying that. "It's One Direction, Styles." I answer still crying a little.

"Well, after you ran out, I went up to the attic and found some old CD's. I brought the box down to my room and started looking through it. And what do I find inside?" He has this suspicious look on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"I found TWO One Direction CD's!" He answers holding up the contents in his hands. There were two old CD cases with five young and I admit hot looking teenage guys. That must be the band. On one CD, they looked like they were at the beach. It was titled "Up All Night". The second one, titled "Take Me Home", was the band being complete idiots around a London phone booth. There was this one member that stood out the most. Unlike the other members, he was a blonde.

"Hey, the blonde looks like my dad, Niall!" I exclaim to Jarret. There was also this member that had really curly chocolate brown hair and green eyes. Just like Jarret. "And the curly one looks a lot like you."

He takes a look at the CD. "Yeah. I found out a while ago that it was Harry. A.K.A., my dad."

"Then who are the other three?" I ask.

"Well, I looked up the band, and found out the other three." He picks up the "Take Me Home" CD and points out the members. "This guy is Liam Payne." He says pointing to the guy on top of the phone booth. "This is Niall Horan, your dad." The guy inside the booth on the phone. "This is my dad, Harry Styles." The guy casually looking at his friends. "This is Zayn Malik." A guy hoisting someone on his shoulders. "And Louis Tomlinson." The guy on Zayn's shoulder. "And from what my dad told me, this guy." He points to Louis "Might be your real dad."

"Might? Why might?"

"He said that you were concieved that exact week. Your mom slept with two guys that week. So one of those guys is your real dad."

"Then who is it?"

"I honestly don't know. I asked my dad and he said that they didn't run any DNA tests or anything. They just went along with the fact that Niall was your dad."

I slouch back onto the wall and sigh. After a few seconds, Jarret yells "I got a plan!"

I jolt upright. "What?!"

"Okay, so how about we just go to the hospital where you were born and ask for your birth certificate? Sometimes, people save the real birth certificates for people who believe a certain person is their parent when literally, it's the person on that specific certificate."

"Yeah, that's a good plan." I agree. "But there's one tinsy little flaw."

Jarret raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"I was born in England."

"Then tomorrow, we pack up, buy tickets, and spend some of the summer in London. My parents were going to take me to my old home in Holmes Chapel for some of the summer. Maybe they wouldn't mind if I brought a friend. Hold on."

He gets up from his spot and leaves. A few moments later, he comes back saying. "You can come to England!"

I begin to cheer. "But what if my parents get curious of what we're going to do there? They may figure out our plan."

Jarret takes a deep breath and says "I can't believe I'm saying this, but sneak out."

My eyes widen. Out of all those months I've known Jarret Lee Styles, he never told me to sneak out and travel across the pond. Well, I've never snuck out of my house for anything. Maybe it's time for me to break out of my good girl shell and do something bad for once. Hey, mom told me Niall was called a "carefree mofo" in his teens. "Okay. I'll sneak out and travel to England with you. I want to find my real dad. See you tomorrow." I smile and log off of Skype.

It's time for me to be the carefree mofo.

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