Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.

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21. Guilty

"I can stay here, you know. I can skip the interview." Niall offered for the tenth time that morning.

I simply shook my head, trying to make myself smile. It was difficult though. He was ticking me off. I wasn't even sure why. It was as if everyone and everything was just making angry. And I hated it.

"I'll be fine, Niall," I tried to "I've got Daddy Direction to babysit me." I assured him.

"Alright, I love you," he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before we went our separate ways, "Call me if you need anything."

With that I made my way down to my own room, where Liam was already lounging across my bed, "Took the master key again, did you?" I asked, a half-hearted smile at play on my lips.

"You laugh, but it comes in handy." he chuckled. He was blatantly trying to keep my mind off things. And props to him for trying.

"So what do you plan on doing today?"

"Well, I suppose I've got funeral arrangements to get to. I've got to figure out some way to get her back to America. And I've still got to find myself a plane ticket home."

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, coming to examine the laundry list of things I had to do within the next couple of days, "Shouldn't your parents be taking care of this?"

"I told my mother I didn't want her to have any part of this. I can do it all."

"Will you at least let me help you?" he asked.

"Can you call this number?" I handed him the phone number for the one thing I knew I wouldn't be able to do without crying. The casket.

"Tell them I need the name Kathryn Gail Porter engraved on the top. I'm going to try to get the funeral home booked."

"You've got it, Babe." he said, taking out his phone and placing the call.

After we got all of the nasty depressing work out of the way, we sat to decide what music would be played, "You know, I think I'm going to sing. I just think it seems more intimate than playing a recording."

"I think that's brilliant, Love." he concurred, "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm going to sing Blackbird by the Beatles. It was her favorite song. And the song she sang at the concert. The one about Superheroes."

"I think that's a fine idea." he stated, unconsciously inching closer to me.

"Why did you agree to stay here with me?" I finally blurted out.

"You needed someone, Shelbie-"

"Oh, don't pull that crap with me. I'm not stupid. Niall and Louis both offered to stay. And you of all people are here. Just explain-"

"I feel guilty." he mumbled, so low I could barely understand.

"You what?" I gasped in disbelief.

"I feel guilty! I feel like if I had just driven faster...maybe we could've gotten Kat to the hospital faster. And she might've made it. So..." Dear God, he was actually crying.

My heart tore into ten different pieces and scattered across the floor. Liam pulled me into a hug. We both lost it.
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