If Love Was Easy ~One Direction~

Elle's life was easy, she had friends, she had a mother but once her mother takes her own life she has no where to go but to UK to live with her father and step-mother. Here she must get along with her new family, make new friends, and maybe fall in love but it isn't as easy as it seems.
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4. Hello Neighbour


Pulling the little black book from under her pillow, Elle grabbed a pen as many thoughts drifted freely around her mind. It was a Thursday and next week Elle would attend her new school, Forest-Hill High.

Before flipping the book half way through to a blank new page, she scanned a few previous entries. Reading her past, before the tragic event of her mother, her life was, well she couldn’t say it was perfect, definitely when she compared it to living with her father and Jo. It was, let’s just say, decent. She had everything she ever needed.

May 30th , 2011


Today is my 16th birthday, as always there won’t be a big party seeing as mum can’t afford it, but I honestly don’t mind. Frankie, Jack and Shaggy are taking me bowling later on so it should be fun. Surprisingly, my dad called today. It was only to wish me a happy birthday but it’s the first time I’ve heard from him since the last years Halloween fight with mum. He said my present should arrive in the mail soon, so excited!

Bye, time for bowling!

Elle smiled such happy memories. She flicked through some more, finally resting on her last entry, August 3rd 2012, the day before the accident. Everything was perfect that day, well so Elle thought. She couldn’t have possibly known her mother was suffering depression. The woman always wore a smile on her face and had a spring in her step. Elle hasn’t been brave enough to write down her thoughts of the events yet and hopes she’ll never have to retell them to anyone.


Putting pen to paper, Elle begins to write:

August 30th, 2012

Hello again,

Long-time no write, I guess. It’s been hard these past couple weeks. I don’t want to go into much detail, sorry. At least dad’s family is nice and Louis, their son, and his friends are pretty cool. They’re like 5 older brothers I’ve never had; well besides Harry he’s way too much of a flirt to be the brotherly type

I just wanted to write to say, I’m still here.

I gotta go, lunch time, bye!

With ease, Elle closes the book and places it under her pillow.


Elle takes the last bite of her ham and cheese toasted sandwich.

“Elle, can you go next door and pick up the twins!” Her father’s voiced ordered through the house. Rolling her eyes, she stands up and heads towards her father’s office. Opening the door further, she leans against the door frame and huffs. “Do I have to daddy? I mean, I don’t even know the neighbours.”

Not even looking up from the important document Kevin had to read, he spoke, “Honey, the boys are out and I’m rather busy at the moment. I need to finish this.”

Elle easily gave in not wanting to fight with her father, “Fine, but I want a computer and an iPhone before I get back.”

Elle budged off the door frame before making her way towards the front door and slipping on a coat and shoes.

The cold picked at her skin, winter was definitely close by.


Walking up the stone path onto a wooden veranda, Elle finally reached the blood-red wooden door. The house was double-storey, white painted wood used to hold it up. It wasn’t as classy as Elle’s place but it was, well cute, very cottage-like. Grabbing the black brass knocker, she banged it three times before taking a few steps back and waiting. Rose bushes lined up against a window and a thick oak tree sat beside the side walk, a little swing strung tight around a branch.


Elle jumped, startled by the creak of the door when it opened, revealing a quiet, young a mysterious man. “Can I help you?” His husky voice fills the silent air, before stepping over the threshold and outside. The more Elle stared the more she saw. Big, muscular arms squeezed into the tight, white tee; the six pack easily seen through his shirt; his light brown hair tussled in the cold wind; gleaming blue eyes looking at her strangely.

“Oh, I’m here to pick up Daisy and Phoebe.” Elle gulped.

“You must be Elle, c’mon in,” he replied before turning back into the house. Elle follows close behind as he leads her towards a tiny living room. “I’m Xavier by the way. The girls are just upstairs. Sit, I’ll go get them.” Xavier turns and heads up a set of stairs, disappearing from Elle’s view.

Sitting down, on the white couch Elle looks around the room. Family photos fill the wall; a shelf full of books off to one side lay untidy. It was very homey, very cosy.


Heavy footsteps fill the house as Xavier makes his decent down the staircase. “They’re just cleaning up, shouldn’t be too long.” Xavier notified, before lounged on an armchair next to her. Elle was sure if it was nerves or she just didn’t have anything to say, so all she did was nod her head. Silence filled the room but it was only for a matter of seconds before Xavier struck up another conversation.


Ten minutes passed before three sets of tiny feet pitter-pattered down the staircase. Three girls stood in the archway, Phoebe, Daisy and another little girl with long, brown wavy hair. “Layla meet Elle.” After a quick introduction, it was time to go. Elle honestly had better things to do with her time.

Xavier walked them to the door, opening it like a gentleman. Elle and the two twins step over the threshold into the cold wind once again. “I guess I’ll see you at school then,” Xavier added.

“Yeah, I guess.” Elle smiled, before Xavier closed the door on them.

Standing on the veranda, Elle tugged her coat closer into her body before making her way down the steps. “Elle and Xavier sitting in the tree,” the two twins chorused behind her, all the way back to the house.

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