Tyler's P.O.V

Holy shit, I'm going to spend a day with One Direction. Not only One Direction, but Liam fucking Payne. Holy shit. I kiss my asshole stepdad goodbye (by kiss, I mean I said, "See ya, sucker") and I'm out the door and on the freeway in a matter of seconds. I put Clara on speakerphone.

"Hey!" I squeal. "So...how's Harry?"

"I'm good," Harry repies, making me blush furiously.

"Sorry, everyone's one speakerphone," Clara laughs. But there is an undertone of: don't say anything you'll regret.

"Oh, cool! Who else is there?"

"It's just Harry, Liam, Niall, and me. Louis and Zayn are having sex in the bathroom."

"We are not!" Louis shouts from the background. I laugh.

"Keep telling yourself that, Louis," Clara laughs.

"Hey, how are you doing?" I ask, remembering what she told me this morning about her mom dying.

"It's rough," Clara says, her voice breaking and serious. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned it. "But Harry and everyone have been helping me through it. Surprisingly, Louis is pretty good with that stuff too."

"And you didn't think he was before?" he asks, amusement clear in his voice. Holy shit, Liam.

"Hey, Liam," I say, trying to keep that damned directioner squeal out of my voice, a goofy grin on my face that only daddy direction can put there.

"Hello, love," he says, I can practically hear him smiling.

"I'm almost there, guys," I tell them. "See you in a few."

"Bye, Tyler," Clara croaks.

Clara's P.O.V

Why did she have to mention my mom? I get it, she wants to make sure I'm okay, but...I was okay. And now on top of the pain I feel over my mom, I have another round of guilt because I am still having fun when I should be planning a funeral or-or something. I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and wipe them away, now fully aware that One Direction is in the same fucking room.

"Don't be embarassed, love," Harry whispers, stepping closer to me. "We'll help you."

"I don't even have enough money to plan her a funeral," I whisper. "Let alone a special one."

"We'll help you with the money," Liam offers. "Hey, lads, what if we did a fundraiser sort of thing? We could sing for a small crowd of people and mention that Clara could use a little help with money for a funeral for her mum." I love how he says mum. Sigh...

"You don't have to do that," I hesitate.

"We would be honored to," Zayn says, now out of the bathroom. They weren't actually having sex. They were just taking forever to do their hair at the same time. It was pretty funny to watch, actually. Focus, Clara, focus. Harry and I called the morgue this morning and they already helped me pay for preparing her body, but I feel bad making them pay for the whole funeral, too.

"Maybe we could preform, too," Louis pipes in. He has been surprisingly helpful. Maybe it's his humor, but he's also a lot sweeter and more sensitive than I figured him to be. But that is based off of video diaries and every interview since the X Factor, so...you never know, right?

"You have no idea how much that means to me, guys," I whisper them, my voice breaking. Harry puts his arm around me in the chair we're sitting in. Though it's tight, it's comfortable. I lean my head on his shoulder and accept his comfort.

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