Let It Be (Niall Horan)

She's a girl who never lies. She's a girl who couldn't hurt a soul. A girl called Clara. Clara Stryder. She has a nice life. She lives with her mom, who's also her best friend, her Grandpa is Samuel Stryder. Yes, the Samuel Stryder, the famous Hollywood producer, and she has nice friends. Okay, she may be bullied a little in school, but she always gets through it. Besides, it's only her Freshman year at college. She's a strong girl. She was having a normal day that Sunday evening, everything was going as usual, until she was given tickets to London for a break. She never turned down the chance to travel, so Clara, Maddie, and Clara's mom packed up and left for a week of fun. Everything was fine until Clara was snowed in at a small bookstore with an unusual group of people. Five of them being One Direction.

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1. Chapter 1

"Do you think you’ll be single your entire life?" My Grandma asked, looking at my mom.

"Excuse me?" My mom said. Uh-oh. In no way is this going to go good.

"I mean, in terms of your finding someone, what do you think the odds are?"

"Okay, what is going on?" 

"Well, I visited the family mausoleum today." Grandma said, smoothing out her skirt. 

"Never what you think it’s gonna be!" Mom replied sarcastically. 

"I just wanted to check on things, make sure they were keeping it up, changing the flowers, you know. So I went inside and looked around and it occurred to me that there’s a very limited space there. Now of course there’s a slot open for me and Samuel and you and Clara, but after the two of you – that’s it. No more room for anyone else."

"Ah." 

"Yes. So if you actually do meet someone someday, I don't know where to put him." I looked down. This conversation is about to take a bad turn. I can just tell.

"Well, maybe we could just dump him at the local pool hall." Mom joked. 

"Don't be silly."

"No, because this is definitely not a conversation for that."

"I looked into expanding into the crypt next door but the family that owns it wouldn't even discuss it with me." Of course they won't, because you're asking them to move their dead family!

"I'm getting a little creeped out here." I said, looking at my mom and grandma. What kind of conversation is this?

"So I talked to the head of the cemetery and he suggested that we buy an annex." Grandma said, completely ignoring me.

"An annex?" I asked. 

"You know, like an outlet store, it would specialize in the irregular family members." Mom said. I just sat there. 

"So if we do get the annex and you do eventually someday get married…" Grandma continued, trailing off.

"Mom, just say it – fat chance – will you?" 

"I just meant that we'll have to decide who to move." Move? She wants to move someone? What kind of family is this?

"Oh, oh. Well, uh. . .ugh, why don't we move Aunt Cecile? She was always so annoying at parties. She loved the knock-knock jokes." Mom said.

"Mom!" I exclaimed. Not her too...

"What?" She asked, clueless.

"You can't just kick out Aunt Cecile."

"Knock-knock. Who’s there? Pineapple. Pineapple who? That’s where it ended. Never fully grasped the knock-knock concept."

"She was a complete idiot. Okay, it’s decided – Cecile goes." Grandma said, sipping her drink. 

"Good." Good? Mom...

"Look - put me in the annex." I offered, setting my soda down. 

"Unh uh. No way. You are not leaving me alone in there with Cecile." Mom said. I shook my head - this is so ridiculous.

"Well I'm not gonna be held responsible for somebody being kicked out of their eternal resting place." I said, and I'm not. It's just... wrong.

"Ooh, I have an idea. I'll probably go first, right? So when Clara kicks, just throw her in with me." Mom offered, as if she just solved world peace. 

"I’d like my own space if you don't mind." 

"Why? It'd totally be fun to be there together. Plus I plan to be buried with all the good CD’s and my rock star belt." She said, just as Grandpa emerged from upstairs. 

"Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?" He said, walking to the drink table to fix himself a glass.

"We were just discussing who to move to the annex." Grandma said, like it was the most casual thing ever, and it was, to her.

"Oh. I vote for Cecile. Horrible woman, and those terrible jokes." Grandpa said, sitting down in his chair.

"What'd I tell you?" Mom looked at me with a cheeky smile.

"This is a cold, cold family." I said, shaking my head in disgust. 

Mom and I were having dinner at my grandparents today, like we do every Sunday, and it just shows me more and more why my mom left this life. My grandparents are some of the richest people in town, Grandpa being Samuel Stryder, one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. I live in Glendale with my mom while Grandma and Grandpa live in Beverly Hills with their big mansion and pool house, with overpaid maids and chef's.

The life doesn't seem like what I want, but in some circumstances it seems nice - not having to worry what something costs. I'd still rather live with my mom and in our small townhouse, though. But every Sunday night my mom and I drive that half hour drive and have dinner here. If we had a choice we wouldn't come, well, my mom wouldn't. I love Grandma and Grandpa, but Mom never liked this life. She preferred rock music and T-Shirts. When she got pregnant with me at 16, she dropped it all and left. She didn't want me to grow up like she did. And I'm glad. 

My mom and I are best friends. As cheesy as it sounds, we tell eachother everything. She's my rock. I love her, end of story. And I turned out great, thanks to her. So, that being said, I wouldn't trade her for anything.

Ten minutes later we were at the dinner table eating some fancy food, which was delicious by the way. 

"This is really good." My mom said, eating a piece of meat from her fork.

"Yeah, what is it?" I asked. 

"Well, it -." Grandma started, but was cut off by Mom.

"No, don't tell us." She said, shaking her head. I looked at her confused.

"Why not?" I asked. 

"Because every time in my life that I've tasted something great but I didn't know what it was, it turned out to be something really disgusting, that had I known what I was eating, I never would’ve tried it in the first place." She stated. 

"Example?"

"Snails." Okay, ew. I guess she has a point. I laughed a little, picturing her eating snails.

"Gross."

"Eat in ignorance and enjoy it, my friend."

"Gladly." I said, shoving another piece of delicious food in my mouth. 

"So, Clara, how's that college of your's going?" Grandpa said, changing the subject. I finished chewing my piece of meat before I started talking. 

"Good. Everything's really good." 

"That's great. Well, Martha and I were thinking, since you've been working so hard, that you deserve a break. So we bought three tickets for a round-trip to London. You can take two of your friends if you'd like, too." 

I sat there a moment to make sure I heard him correctly. He's giving me tickets to London? Three?

"Really? Oh Grandpa, you didn't have to do that." I said, hiding my excitement. 

"Oh it's nothing! They aren't refundable either, so I'd start packing! Tell your friends, because you leave this Friday."

The rest of the dinner I was too busy plotting out my trip to listen to the conversations going on around me. This is going to be great! 

"It was nice having you. See you when you get back from London. Have fun!" They rambled as we left. London. Wow. 

"London, huh? You'll have to call me everyday!" Mom said, getting in the car. I got in the passenger side and shook my head. 

"You know you're coming with me. You and Maddie." She let out a shriek and started the car, and started talking about how fun it'll be. I joined in and the whole ride home we talked about London and cute British boys and tea. 

It'd be impossible for me to explain my relationship with my mom. She's like my sister, not my mom. I'm pretty sure it has a lot to do with how she was so young when she had me, though. And my other best friend is Maddie Gardner. She isn't most best friends, I haven't known her since I was born like most people. We met in grade 7, and have been inseparable since.  

Once I was home I went to sleep, dreaming of what London will be like. I've always loved traveling, just the feeling that you can be whoever you want and not who you're expected to be. 

Hey people! So I was thinking of making a new story... yes or no? This is the first chapter so I'm trying to introduce some of the characters as well as I can. How'd I do? And I'm having trouble, again, with my other stories. And this one is different, I mean, it's more happy. My other stories aren't as nice and sunny (lol) as this. I was inspired by an awesome tv show from when I was little for the characters, but the story will hopefully be good. I think it is. So let me know! And this story will have more dialect then my others, or so I'm hoping, and I'm trying to put my amazing sense of humor into it. Just kidding. Maybe. So, this being said, I'm asking for comments! Don't be stubborn! Please please comment! How many times does a woman need to ask? Okay, I'll stop now before I embarrass myself (too late)

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