Life After One Direction

Hiiii! My name's Rebecca, Becca for short, I'm 17, and my father is Niall Horan. I have an older brother, Josh, who's 19, and who's dating my best friend Audrey. My boyfriend is Derek Styles, yes, Harry's son. He's my age, and has a little sister, Darcy, who's 9. Luke, Zayn's son, is dating my other best friend, Charity. They're both 17, too. Derek, Josh, and Luke are all in a boyband, just like our dads, plus Louis and Liam, who are also included in this story, along with their families too. Audrey, Charity and I are in a band, and are kinda getting known, through YouTube. We've done a mini-tour thing before and opened up once for the boys. We all work at Starbucks, which is how we met. Anywaaaaay, here you can read about my life and everything that goes on it, through the ups and downs. Sometimes it may not be very exciting, but, that's life so. Enjoy:) xx.


2. Seeing Harry



We sat on the porch step, talking about everything and nothing. But that’s when I asked him the question I knew he’d been dreading to hear.

“H-how’s your dad?” I said, almost a whisper.

He hesitated, and then looked at me with a shocked look. “He’s, uhm, he’s doing better,” he said while looking at his lap. His father had recently broken his left leg and one left rib due to a serious fall, so Derek had to leave from tour to go to the hospital.

“That’s good…” I sighed. Harry was like an older best friend to me. Not so much an uncle, because our parents didn’t see each other every day like they did when they were our age, but still fairly often. We haven’t even heard from Louis, Zayn, or Liam in almost 5 months… I wonder how Eleanor, Perrie, and Danielle are doing. Maybe I’ll find out soon… I hope so.

“Yeah, I guess. He’s still in the hospital in critical condition, but the nurses said he’s healing faster than what expected,” he took in a deep breath, and released it slowly.

“Well that’s good news!” I said, trying to lift his spirits, “At least now you know that he could be out of the hospital that much sooner!” I said, snapping my fingers on ‘that’.

He looked at me, and managed to give a small smile. I could tell he was thinking over all the scenarios; every possibility. There was a long silence.

“What if… the doctors make a mistake in the surgery?” He said with a horrified and concerned look on his face.

“Babe, you KNOW that won’t happen! They’re professionals; they know what they’re doing. Just… Don’t think like that. Think of all the positives,” I stated, trying to cheer him up.

“Becca, ANYTHING could happen! They could make the slightest mistake and it could paralyze him for the rest of his life, or something! He’d have to be in a wheel chair for the rest of his life… I just… I just don’t know what I’d do without him.” I wiped away a single tear that escaped his eye. I turned his head to face me, and looked him deep in the eyes.

“You KNOW that won’t happen! Your father is Harold Edward Styles; one of the strongest people I know! You and I both know he’s going to make it! He’s going to go into that surgery a little broken, but I promise you, he’ll be coming out brand new. You KNOW that,” At this point, his tears were streaming down his red cheeks and over the back of my hands. I wiped them away, and then kissed his cheek lightly.

“Thank you,” he said so quiet he almost said nothing.

“For what?”

“Being there. Being there for me, and my family. Doing everything you’ve done. For caring, for loving, for hugging me when I need one, for smiling when I’m sad, for kissing me when I’m down, for loving me,” his voice trailed off before continuing, “and for being my girlfriend,” he finished in a serious, but sweet tone. I quickly kissed him and suddenly felt a tear trickle down my cheek, but wiped it away before he could see it.

“C’mon. Get up.”

“Where are we going?” He asked, taking my outstretched hand.

“You’ll see. Just trust me.”


We had been walking for about 20 minutes before I stopped. It obviously took him by surprise; by the way he looked at me when he turned around to see what I was doing.

“Becca, what are you doing?” He laughed.

“C’mon, let’s go!” I shouted while running toward the building that stood in front of us. He chased after me, confused as to what I was doing.

He had finally caught up to me, reaching for my hand as he realized where I had brought him. I gave his hand a slight squeeze as encouragement, as we walked into the doors of the hospital his father was currently lying inside of.

“Styles,” Derek nervously told the woman at the front desk. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She eyed Derek like I wasn’t even there, so I grasped his hand and stood closer to him. She gave me a dirty look, but I didn’t care.

“Down the hall, third door on your right,” she said more or less directly to Derek.

“Thank you,” we both said as she flipped her hair and turned to finish filing papers.

We were walking down the hall, when Derek stopped in front of Harry’s door. Melissa, his wife, and Darcy, his 9 year old daughter were walking away from his bed and toward the egg-white door. Derek pulled me around the corner, as if not to be seen.

“Der-“ He cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

“Shh!” He looked at me with pleading eyes. “I don’t want them to know I’m here…”

Before I could say anything, Mel and Darcy came walking out; Melissa looked quite sad, and Darcy being her usual self, trotting off down the hall as if life couldn’t be better. We waited until they were out the main doors before going into room 224. As I pushed the heavy door open, Mr. Styles’ face lit up with delight. This will be the first time I had talked to him since about 2 months before the fall… And to say he looked banged up was a slight understatement.

“Rebecca! Derek! What a surprise it is to see you two! Especially you, Becca!” He exclaimed. He sat up right in his bed, without a problem or hesitation. It was as if he had never been hurt, completely ignoring the fact that his lower leg was bandaged in a white cast.

“Hello, Mr. Styles!” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“Rebecca, how many times have I told you, please, call me Harry.” He smiled, taking my hand as if he were greeting one his best friends; Lou, Zayn, Liam, or my father, Niall. “Hey there, knuckle-head,” he said, obviously directed to Derek.

“Hey, dad!” Derek said happily, while bending over slightly to hug his always cheeky father. “How are you feeling?” He then questioned.

“Oh, I’m doing quite fine, now! I told the nurses that I felt well enough to go home now, but they said I still have to go through the surgery, for safety purposes for the future,” he laughed slightly, not taking notice to the bandage that hugged his chest around to his back to protect his damaged rib.

“Well, dad, they know that they’re talking about—you better listen to them,” Derek stated, returning Harry’s slight laughter. I walked over to the chair in the corner, while I listened to Derek and his father return jokes, playful punches (much less powerful ones from Derek), and sharing laughs and smiles. I began to mess around on my phone, texting one of my best friends, Audrey, when my name caught my attention.

“Derek, tell me… How’s Becca doing?”

“She’s good, dad. She’s really good. We’re really good, too.” I could tell Derek was smiling, even though his back was to me.

“And her dad? How’s he doing? Do you know? How’s Amy? Josh?” I laughed silently to myself as I listened to Harry and his concern for my family. Derek laughed before answering.

“Dad, calm down. They’re all fine. Niall’s fine, Amy’s fine, Josh is still same old Josh.”

“Yes, Harry, Derek’s right. They’re all doing just fine, and my dad sends his best to you and your family,” I said, laughing slightly, stepping over next to Derek, who grabbed my hand. I looked at him and smiled, then looked back at Harry, who was eyeing us curiously.

“What?” Derek and I both laughed.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just… You two are very cute together… Good couple, you are. Are you two good friends?”

“Well, yeah,” Derek said, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

“No, no, no. Are you two friends INSIDE of your relationship, or is it JUST boyfriend/girlfriend?”

 We both laughed. “Yes, Mr. Styles, we ARE friends inside our relationship. Best friends, actually,” I stated.

“Good. Then you shouldn’t have any awkwardness IF you two were to ever separate, which I honestly hope you don’t.” I blushed, losing eye contact with him, and instead looking at the floor. Derek gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, which made me look up at him. He smiled, and then looked back at his father.

“So dad, when’s your surgery, again?”

“This Tuesday at 9:00 AM,” Derek thought for a second, shifting his weight from his left leg to his right, causing him to slightly lean into me; I didn’t mind, though.

“Uhm, Dad, I’m not sure how to say this but—“
“It’s fine, you have to go to the studio, I understand,” Harry interrupted. My head jerked up at him, confusion covering my face.

“Oh… Yeah, babe…. But no worries, it’s only for a few hours. Maybe you can come to the studio, too!”

“I don’t know, Derek. I might have to work overtime depending on if Hayley is coming in or not,” I sighed, remembering all the times that she has called in “sick” just to get the day off. I worked at Starbucks; I enjoyed the job, considering my best friends Charity and Nikki worked there, too. But I was always the one that had to fill in. My boss, Michael, was a nice man, about twenty years old, and around my height. He minded his own business, but at the same time knew just enough to stay updated. Derek didn’t exactly like him though. He didn’t like the idea of me being around a twenty year old by myself while I was only 17. I always tried telling him I wasn’t ever alone, because other employees were always on the floor working. But I never let it get to me… Derek was just like his father: stubborn.

“Oh, okay. That’s fine. Just let me know,” Derek smiled, giving me a slight wink. I blushed and smiled back.

“Well dad, I think we’d better get going now. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Alright! Be good, son. I love you,” he said as he returned the hug that Derek was giving him. But before Derek could pull away, I faintly heard Harry tell him, “She’s a keeper, son. Take good care of her. Don’t let her go.” This caused me to smile, but what caused me to blush was when I heard Derek say, “I won’t, dad. I plan on her being mine forever. I won’t let her go. I promise you.”

My phone started to ring just as Derek was finishing his goodbyes. I looked at the caller I.D. It was my dad! I answered, somewhat excited, ready to tell him who I was visiting right now.

“Hello? Becca? Where are you? I tried coming by your apartment, but nobody was home.”

“Oh, sorry, dad. But I’m at the hospital with Derek.”

“The hospital?! Why are you there? Did Derek get hurt?”

“No, no, dad,” I laughed. “We’re here visiting Harry. He’s been asking about you and the boys a lot lately. He really misses you guys. You should come visit him before his surgery!”

“Harry?! Is he okay?! How’s he doing?! He’s been asking about us? When’s his surgery?”

“Yes, Harry. Yes, he’s okay. He’s doing really well, actually. Yes, he’s been asking about you guys. Tuesday at 9:00 AM.”

“Have you contacted the other boys yet?”

“No, but I can if you need me to.”

“No, I can. Okay, don’t tell Harry we’re coming, alright?”

“Alright, dad. Look I have to go now, okay? Derek’s waiting for me. I love you, and I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright, princess. I love you too. Bye, now.”


I hung up the phone and placed it back in my bag. I walked back into Harry’s room and stood by the lamp in the corner.

“Everything alright?” Derek asked me.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. That was just… Audrey. She just wanted to know how I’m doing,” I said, hoping he would buy it.

“Oh, alright. Well, it was good to see you dad! I’ll be back to visit probably after your surgery.”

“Alright! I’ll see you two soon, then! Goodbye, Becca. Tell your parents I said hello.”

“I will! Bye, Harry. I hope everything goes okay!” And with that we walked out the door and to Derek’s car. The ride home was silent for a while, but then I decided to tell him the truth.


“Yeah, babe?”

“You know how I told you Audrey called me, earlier?”


“Okay, can you promise NOT to tell your dad this?”

“It depends on what it is.”

“Okay, so that was really my dad, who was wondering where I was, and so I told him that we were visiting your dad, and he started asking a bunch of questions like if he was okay, and everything, and I told him he was fine, and he’s doing good, then I told him that he and the boys should come visit him, and he said he would but it has to be a surprise for your dad! So don’t tell him, okay?!”

“Wait, wait, wait… So that was really your dad, who is now going to contact Lou, Zayn, and Liam, and they’re all going to come down to the hospital for a surprise visit for my dad?”

“Exactly! So we can’t tell your dad, okay???” I pleaded, with puppy dog eyes and a pouted lip. He laughed, and kissed my cheek.

“Alright, babe. I won’t tell him,” he said taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

“Yay! Thank you,” I said, playfully poking his dimple. He laughed at me, and gave me a goofy look. I laughed and returned the favor. We continued this until we reached my driveway. We walked up to my door, me searching for my key, but remembering that I forgot to grab it before we left. I turned to Derek who was watching me with an amused look in his eyes.


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