The Girl Next Door

Mia has just moved into a new apartment in London and her neighbor happens to be Liam Payne. She thinks she has fallen for his friend Niall, until Liam gets involved and things get complicated.
Niall or Liam? Niall or Liam?
Will she end up with one of them or none?
Will she be able to escape her past and have a chance at romance?
Or will she stay 'just The Girl Next Door...


55. Flashback


Ella's P.O.V

"Do you believe in soul mates?" I ask my big sister Mia as I sit on her bed, watching her go through her wardrobe, sorting out all the clothes that don't fit her anymore. 

It was a long dull process with occasional questions like "do you want this?" and comments like "this would look cute on you." and "Urgh, I went out like this in public?!" 

I was lying on her bed comfortably in my plain black leggings and my Manchester United shirt, surrounded by an assortment of different outfits, flipping through a magazine when the question came to me. 

"Um, No, not really." Mia admits, biting her lip, something she does when she concentrates. 

"How come?" I ask, now curious, sitting up.

"Well I think that some people are better suited for each other than others but I don't believe in soul mates. Like the idea of one perfect person for everyone is the same as believing that you only get one chance at love, and that's a bit sad." She explains.

"Hmmm." I agree, turning back to my magazine. As I turn the page I see a picture of the cast of twilight and another question pops into my head. 

"But there are different kinds of love right?" I ask her, "Like it's possible to love more than one person at a time." 

"Love, yes." Mia says, moving aside some of the clothes on the bed so she can sit down next to me. "Be in love, no." 

"What's the difference?" I ask her, confused. 

"Well," She explains, "For example, I love you, mainly because you're my sister and I have to." She says and I poke my tongue out at her. 

"But I love you, and I love mum and dad, but I'm not in love with you. Because to be in love with someone is to know that that's the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, the person that you spend every waking hour thinking about and every sleeping hour dreaming about. The person that when you're around them, you could be in the crappiest mood ever and they are able to make you smile, just by being themselves. When you're in love with someone, you overlook everything else, you overlook their flaws and imperfections because to you they will always be perfect and you want to spend the rest of your life convincing them of that." She says, a sparkle in her eye and I can't help but think that I know what she's thinking about.

She's thinking about HIM. 

"Sounds like you know the feeling." I say, suddenly getting angry. 

How could she possibly have loved that. That disgusting asshole son of a bitch who tried to hurt her. 

"No." She says, looking disgusted at the thought. 

"Not even with..." I trail off, suddenly getting an ache in my gut at the thought of him, "Jake." I finish, swallowing down the lump in my throat. 

"No." she says again, quieter this time. "I think I could have. I think I wanted to be, but then he showed his true colours. So no, I don't know the feeling." She tells me, "I haven't felt that way about a person yet, and I probably never will." She says, wrapping her arms around me and engulfing me in a hug.

"You and me babe, we'll buy some cats and get fat and bitch about horrible men." She says jokingly.

"No we won't." I reply, seriously. "I'm not going to live forever Mia. I probably won't even pass 18. I may not ever feel that way about someone. But you will, you have the chance to and you have to take it." I tell her. 

"El don't." She says, because I know how much she hates it when I talk about dying.

"Mia I'm not scared of death. I don't care if my disease stops me from living. But theres no way I'm letting it stop you. You're going to find your person some day, Mia. I know you will." I tell her and she hugs me tighter. 

"What if I don't?" She asks softly, her voice cracking. 

"You will. You will find your person and you're going to feel that way about them and you're not going to mess it up because if you do I will haunt the shit out of you, ok?" I say, making her laugh. 

"Ok." She replies and we break into a fit of giggles. 


"And I was right.." I think to myself now, looking down at the image of my sister kissing Niall Horan. 

She had found her person. 

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