Four generations ago, the five guys of the famous band, One Direction, all put in their wills for their legacy to be carried on. The first boy from each member of the band will come together at the age of sixteen and become famous. What happens when the wife of the third generation Harry Styles legacy, gives birth to a baby girl and cannot have any more children? Will she be an exception?


3. Chapter 3

Hope’s P.O.V.

    I read and read and read so much that my tear filled eyes hurt. I heard the buzz of my cell phone.


Just picked up your father from the airport. Be home in five. -Mom


    I sobbed. How could my parents do this to me?

    “Honey were home!” My father cheered. “Your mother and I have something very important to talk to you about.” I stormed to the front hall where my Dad was setting down his luggage.

    “How could you do this to me? You never told me! You lied!” A lump formed in my throat. They looked at me with glossy eyes. “I’m going out.” 

    “Hope wait!” my father called as I slammed the door in his face. I didn't know where I was going. I only knew I needed to be anywhere but that suffocating house. Then the realization hit me I had no friends and absolutely no where to go. I just followed the main street with my head down.

    Twenty minutes later I looked up at a house booming with music. It was Hunters party. I just wanted the tears to stop so I dared to enter. It was a high school rager. Kids about my age danced on tabletops, grinded on each other, chugged beer, and made out. I felt out of place. I didn't belong here, I didn't fit in the Campbell family, and I certainly didn't fit in in the Styles family. 

    I saw Hunter in the corner of the room talking to a girl. He glanced over to me and walked away from the girl. 

    “You made it.”

    “Yeah my plans changed.”

    “Well, welcome to the party,” he said handing me a beer. I had never really had alcohol before except from my parents wine glass once or twice. My parents warned me about alcohol and drugs and other stuff before but I didn't want to think about them. I hesitated and took the beer from Hunter. I popped the lid off and chugged the more than half the bottle wincing at the repulsive taste. Hunter looked at me intrigued and scanned every inch of my body. I had never felt this way before. For a second, the pain went away. So I kept drinking. Before I knew it, I was dancing up on the tables too… with Hunter.

    A another beer later I could barely think straight or even remember my name.

    “Lets go do some body shots, yeah?” Hunter asked.

    “Okay,” I giggled taking his hand. Hunter lead me over to a table and put me down on it. He lifted up my shirt and another boy grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured it in my belly button. The cold liquid tickled and I let out a laugh before Hunter took a sip. People started to crowd around me.

    I didn't remember much only that they kept pouring and drinking. I saw one boy with dark hair and eyes with a strong upper build eyeing me. He came over and whispered into my ear.

    “I’m Brad,” he said, “why don't we go find somewhere quiet.” I giggled again. He extended his his hand out to me and I took it as he helped me up and led me into a small room upstairs. I wanted to make my parents mad I wanted to rebel. So when he started kissing me, I kissed him back.




    We made out for a while and our tongues fought for dominance. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he placed his on my waist. I thought I felt something with him but then blamed it on the alcohol. Brad slowly started moving his hands down from my waist down onto my ass but I didn't object. I was too drunk to give a shit. Brad pushed me against a desk and lifted me up onto it. I wrapped my legs around him. We started getting more aggressive and passionate when he finally pulled away.

    “Do you want to?” he asked. I shook my head no. I wanted to make my parents mad but I wasn't willing to go that far. And with that I left the party.


    My wobbling feet carried me back along the side of the empty street. I didn't know what direction I was going in except forwards.

    “Hope?” A man asked. I turned my head to see Mr. Bender in his hover car. He came to a halt and rolled down his window. “What are you doing here at this time of night? Have you been drinking?” He sighed before saying, “get in the car. I will take you home.” I nodded and opened the hover car door and climbed into the passenger seat. My eyelids became heavy and a tear rolled down my cheek before they closed. 

    “Hope? Hope?” Mr. Bender softly shook me awake. We were pulled up in front of the back door of the house. “Are you going to be okay getting out here?” He asked. I nodded as I got out of the car.

    “Thank you,” I said.

    “I’m always here for you,” Mr. Bender smiled and drove away. I stepped over the bushed in front of my bedroom window and uncovered the box I hid underneath the bush. I pulled out the familiar playing card and slid it through my window opening it. Lets just say this wasn't the first time I had snuck out. I sometimes ventured out to the lake a little ways away from my house and stared at the night sky. Sneaking out made it all more exciting. I returned the key to its box in under the bush and swung my leg over the window and silently shut it behind me. Not caring about my clothes, I dived under the warm and safe covers of my bed and entered a deep sleep.




    My head pounded and the suns bright rays peeped through my eyelids. I groaned and sat up as nausea smacked me in the face. I felt a lump form in my throat and I made a run for the toilet as my insides poured out of my mouth. I stood up wiping the corners of my mouth. A pail raccoon faced girl looked back at me in my reflection. 

    “You snuck out didn't you?” my father said sneaking up behind me. I looked down at my feet. “Here,” he said handing me a cup filled with red liquid. “It will help with the hangover.” I was surprised he wasn't screaming at me but he couldn't make me feel any worse than I already felt.

    “Does Mom know?” I murmured. He only shook his head.

    “We’ll keep this one between you and me this time,” I smiled. “I’m just surprised you didn't do this earlier. You are a lot like me than you know?” I began to regret my rebellious actions last night.

    “Thank you, Dad.” He gave me a big hug before leaving the bathroom. I gulped down the red liquid and crawled back into bed.




    I woke back up at about eleven feeling as good as new. I hopped into the shower and let the warm water run all over my body. After washing my hair and body, I shut off the water and got dressed wearing jeans and a tee shirt. There was a subtle knock on my bedroom door.

    “Hope there are somethings your mother and I would like to discuss,” my father announced walking into my room with my Mom. 

    “We don't know what you know and you might not know the whole story so we thought we should make sure we’re all on the same page,” my mother clarified as her and Dad sat down on the bed. I took a seat at my desk.

    “Alright, four generations of Styles’ (us), Horan’s, Payne’s, Tomlinson’s, and Malik’s ago, the band One Direction were international superstars…” he began. My Dad went on about how the One direction legacy was formed. He then went on about how he wasn't really a traveling businessman but was just going on trips to keep up appearances with the band so the press wouldn't get suspicious. He said my parents wanted to give me a normal childhood without the pressure and lack of privacy from the press and fans. It was all way to much. When they were unloading all of our family secrets on me. I couldn't help think if I would join the band. I mean I know I’m a girl but I am Harry’s only heir. 

    “I hope you know that we are sorry but we just wanted to give you a normal life,” my mother apologized.

    “I just need some space for the next few days,” I replied. They nodded understanding and gave me a kiss on the forehead before exiting my room. 

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