I wailed in pain as a few nurses rushed me into the ER on a gurney. My dark hair stuck out in all directions. I let out another cry as, my husband, Henry, lagged behind. They wheeled the gurney into a small plain room and shut the door. Harry kneeled by my side holding my hand. I griped it so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Alright Darcy, its time. One, two, three,” the nurse counted trying to calm me. I could barely even see her over my stomach.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Styles! It's a girl!" The nurse cheered as she held up our newborn wrapped in a pink blanket and matching hat.
“She’s beautiful,” Henry smiled and gave me a soft and delicate kiss. “I just need to think.” Henry rushed out of the room not being able to hold back his disappointment any longer. This child was our last sliver of hope and it now was all gone.
"Henry! Henry!" I called out. All I wanted to do was get on my feet and run after him but my body lay glued to the bed.
He came back a half hour later and slumped up against the wall as I held our baby girl in my arms.
"This is insane. How am I supposed to tell the rest of the guys? That l killed off the Harry Styles legacy because my one and only child is a girl?” he exclaimed burying his face in his hands.
"Henry we will find a way, another option, a loophole. Don't be so hard on yourself there was nothing you could do.” I tried my best to comfort him but he was right. A part of One Direction died today because of the birth of our child.
Three generations ago, Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall all put in their wills to have the first boy of each member of the band unite at the age of sixteen and become famous legends. It was made brutally clear there could never be a girl in the boy band. Henry is the third generation Harry Styles. Henry and the rest of the third generations era was just dying down and today was supposed to be the marker of a new era.
"What other way, Darcy? The will is crystal clear."
"Henry we have sixteen years ahead of us to spend with our beautiful baby daughter can we jut enjoy this? We can worry about this later on but for now can we just live in the moment?” I reasoned.
"I guess your right,” Henry agreed. He walked over and picked our daughter up cradling her in his arms. She smiled up at him. He looked down at our tiny baby and smiled in return.
“We’re a family now. We will stick together no matter what happens.” Not even the gender of our child couldn't change how much we loved our daughter at that moment.
The nurse returned to the room with a few forms.
"Have you decided on a name?" she asked. Henry and I smiled and exchanged glances. We knew the perfect name.
"Hope, Hope Styles" I answered because she was going to need lots of it.
Sixteen Years Later*
I lay on my bed playing on my air pad when I heard my parents whisper my name in the kitchen. I sat up and grabbed a glass of water sitting on my bedside table and quickly gulped down the remains. I placed the glass against the side of the wall that separated my room from the kitchen and my ear on the other end.
"It's her sixteenth birthday in just a matter of days, Henry. We have to tell her,” I heard my mother say. “We have no choice. We cant keep her here forever.” My parents liked to keep me hidden so much to the point that I was home schooled. That’s right: home schooled. But I guess I can’t complain I am especially close with my teacher, Mr. Bender. He was kind of my only friend and was like a brother of a sort. My parents kept me by very strict rules with only a few hours a day to leave the house. Mr. Bender nicknamed me, ‘Rapunzel’ since I barely went out during the few hours I had at the house. But I am not like the Rapunzel who is written about in fairytales. I am just Hope Campbell.
I glanced at my clock, 7:45. Mr. Bender would be here any minute now for my lesson and I haven't even gotten dressed. I hurriedly threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers and rushed downstairs into my study room. Mr. Bender sat by the desk waiting for me.
“Good morning Hope,” he greeted.
“Morning Mr. Bender.” I had my usual lesson with Mr. Bender until about 10:30 when my father interrupted.
“Sorry to disturb you but Hope I was just coming in to tell you I am leaving. I got an urgent call from the office and I am going to have to take a trip,” Dad said. “Hopefully I wont be too long.” This was completely normal. Dad was always taking business trips to far off places. He was quite mysterious about them sharing little details. He often ventured out to far off places and I have barely even seen the light of day.
“Will you be back soon?”
“I hope so, sweetie,” he said and pulled me in for a hug. I embraced him knowing he could easily be gone for weeks. The sound of his footsteps faded as he walked out of the front door.
“He will be back before you know it, Hope,” Mr. Bender comforted. I shrugged and continued back to the lesson.
I always feel bad leaving Hope knowing I’m lying to her every time I walk out the front door. In the house I’m the ordinary Henry Campbell but when I leave I turn into the famous Henry Styles. Hope thinks I am some sort of business man. But I was born into a contract. I have to leave whenever I get a call from my manager. That was the deal with living far away. I have to attend frequent meetings to ensure the other guys I haven't fell off the face of the Earth. I had to tell the rest of the guys the baby didn't make it. No one would have approved. Darcy and I have tried our best to keep this secret from her hiding the tabloids, blocking certain TV channels, and most of all hiding her.
This time, management didn't call. It was time I told the band.