Key to his Heart » Niall Horan

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

NIALL HORAN

Sitting there watching the video someone had posted of me freaking out at the hotel was horrifying. My fingers lingering on the teddy bear's head. Some lousy TV show was showing it right now. Its been a week since I left one direction. I'm still on the search for my daughter, Louis and Harry still think I'm going crazy and hallucinating that I have a daughter. I know a few things about her, just a few. Like: I remember she was born with brown hair but after a couple of weeks she mysteriously started growing blonde hair, she was born in 2007, she was exactly four pounds and 7 ounces, we named her Brooklyn because in Brooklyn, New York is the city that I realized I loved singing. she use to love the color pink, she loved dancing, she was always silly and fun, and she loved this teddy bear that I'm holding.

Ever since Melissa took Brooklyn away from me, I've been desperate. Not only did I not want my daughter around her because she was completely insane but because she was an alcoholic. I imagined my daughter Brooke in my head. She had long dirty blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, a wide white smile, and had the most beautiful face in the whole world.

Melissa didn't give Brooklyn my last name, which is Horan. She took the last name of her mother, Saige. Her full name is Brooklyn Marie Saige-Horan. I never knew what I actually did to Melissa for her to do that. Maybe it was because I was becoming a star and I wanted to keep my personal life out of it. I guess she didn't want to be just personal information, I guess she wanted to be exposed as the "mother of my child". Although, I did mention that I had a 4 month old daughter on an interview with MTV. I told them everything about her and I did mention Melissa in a couple of things too. Everyone was surprised and to them it was unexpected. I guess that's what set Melissa off. She wanted to be famous, she wanted to be known as my girlfriend, and had half of my fame.

I heard a knock on my door.

"Who is it?!" I yelled.

"It's Zayn!" He called.

"If it's about one direction I don't want to hear it, you guys already cause me enough trouble and I-"

"It's about your daughter, Brooke."

"Brooke? My daughter?"

"Yes your daughter, I have information on your daughter and her past." I heard Liam say outside of the hotel door.

"Who else is with you?"

"No one, it's just Liam and I." Zayn cleared. I brushed my hair back before I opened the door. Liam and Zayn walked straight in with some paper files in their hands.

"We got some information on your daughter." Liam sat on the couch. "We have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news."

"Okay, well It turns out she's living in Cleveland, Ohio. She lives in a small orphanage with a few other kids. She moved there after Melissa, her mom, died in 2013."

"Wait, Melissa died?"

"Yes."

"By what?"

"Alcohol and drug use." Zayn admitted, not surprised whatsoever.

"But the bad news is it's closing down in a couple of days. They're apparently sending all the kids who were in that orphanage to Africa. If you don't pick her up before she's sent, you won't be allowed to see her again." Zayn frowned.

"When you mean a few days, how many days are we talking here?"

"At least five days."

"I'll say what. If you guys help me with finding my daughter, I'll join one direction again. Deal?"

"Deal!" They both cheered. We started to plan everything out.

"We can't fly there the next two days, we're going on tour and we need to be there. So Monday morning, which is the third day, we fly out and get Brooke. Got it?"

"We also got information on your background. They should let you get your daughter back if you show them the files." Zayn mentioned.

"What files?" I asked.

"These files." Liam handed me the stack of papers.

"How is this going to prove she's my daughter and how are we going to convince them or let me claim my daughter back? How is this going to prove that she's mine?"

"It states that you said in an interview word by word that the date she was born, how old she was, and her full name. It also has the original birth certificate. Now Melissa did take you off the birth certificate, but that was the copy. The original you can't remove anything important from it." Liam explained. I pulled out the original birth certificate. There it was. All the information I needed.

"So it's planned? We're flying out in three days?"

"You got it Niall, we're right by your side supporting you all the way." Zayn said.

"So, if I told fans about her, they might still remember what I said about her in that interview. Everyone knows I'm her father, but she just doesn't know. Paparazzi must be all over her." I gasped. "Maybe there could be a clear picture on the Internet!" I said, just realizing this now. I grabbed my laptop and opened it up. When I search her full name, she popped up. My heart fell into a million pieces; but in a good way. Zayn and Liam stares at the picture of her for a quick second.

"She looks just like you Niall," Zayn said. "Long dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and that sweet generous smile."

"She's beautiful, like I said she would be." I smiled. I press the print button on my computer. The colorful picture on the paper came flying out. I took a quick glance at it one more time before I kissed and hugged it.

"Get ready Brooklyn Marie Saige-Horan. You're going to be home in four days!" Zayn cheered.

"Zayn is right." I thought. "Brooklyn Marie Saige-Horan, you're going to be home very very soon."

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