Elena's P.O.V (Still)

Sorry It's Mainly Elena's POV Right Now, I'm Going To Add More POV's In Next Chapter :) xx

I could feel the bumps in the road as we drove along the highway. I felt the car jump into a dint in the road and my head went smash into the car window.

I pulled away holding my forehead feeling the pain, I looked at my father and saw he was just smiling to himself just focused on the road.

I adjusted myself in the car seat, turning my attention to my dad. "You're not thinking about that woman are you?" I said annoyed raising my left brow.

He turned his head giving me a quick glance and then looked back at the road again. "Listen Len-" my father started before I cut him off with an angry tone "How could you?...you forgot about her haven't you?...it's only been 4 years and you forgot mum!". He sighed and said calmly "Lenny jus-", but I interrupted him again.

"No you listen!...you make me move to London...LEAVING Rose, my most treasured memories in that house and most importantly you took me away from the one place that reminded me of mum!...now your forgetting her!" I roared at him.

He pulled to a stop slamming his foot on the brakes making us both jolt forward and he looked at me seriously "Lenny stop yelling at me!, I have never forgotten your mother, how could you think I would forget her!, she was my first love, it tore me apart when she left us, remember how I wouldn't speak to anyone including you!...that's how broken inside I was! And now you're yelling at me about me forgetting her! Do you know how much that hurts me when my own and ONLY daughter who is what?...seventeen…thinks I forgot her mother!...now I don't want to hear about this again…do you hear me?".

I glared at him, crossed my arms and looked away turning my whole body away from him. "Yeah whatever dad" I said annoyed and then I suddenly felt the car come back to life and my father start driving again.

Ten minutes passed in the car. Silence.

He unexpectedly laughs softly and says calmly looking at me "You're so much like your mother".

I rolled my eyes, laid back again unfolding my arms and then realized I left my music on. I slid one of my headphones in my left ear. I smiled familiarizing the song, it was the song that my mum would get pissed at because dad would constantly play it over and over again. She would literally yell at him to turn the shit off.

I couldn't blame her, I hated the song too and we would both go crazy at dad for it too. I looked down at my iPhone and changed the song. I slipped the phone into my pocket and bent down pulling my little brown leather bag on my lap. I pulled out the shortbread biscuits I made that my mum used to make every Thursday night.

I smiled, opened the zip lock bag and pulled out a biscuit before munching on it. I glanced out the corner of my eye and saw my father looking at the biscuit in my hand. I shook my head laughing at him, I pulled another biscuit out and shoved it right in his mouth.

I pulled my hand away and rested my elbow on the middle part of the car, resting my left cheek in my palm looking up at my dad smiling. He munches the biscuit, looks at me smiling quick, looks at the road and pinches my cheek.

He laughs, swallows the food and says "Thanks baby girl…you know…when you do that?...you look like your mother". I laugh sitting up against the passenger seat and say "You always say that".

He smiles looking at me and said "Because it's true", I smiled loving how he says that. It makes me happy to know that everyone thinks that I'm like my mother. Because she was a great person when she was alive, everybody knew it too.

For the rest of the trip, my dad and I would just listen to the Rolling Stones. He loves Mick Jagger, he is like his idol, he pulls of the best impressions of him and he can dance like him too.

He makes me laugh constantly when acts stupid, but like he is my father of course it's natural for them to do that.
I felt the car turn to a left into a street, I look outside my car window, the sky is dark, the stars are out to say hello but something catches my eye. I see this nice, modern small house. Nothing fancy just a simple house. It sort of looks like our old home, I give my famous "you fucking serious" look at my dad and he laughs at my reaction.

He parks the car in front of the house behind the moving truck. He quickly gets out and runs to the back of the car opening up the trunk. I get out of the car grabbing my bag, I slam the car door and walk to the car standing next to my dad.

"Dad, I'm going to pick my room" I laugh out running inside. I could hear my dad say something but I couldn't make out what he said. I shrugged it off, ran upstairs and found a room. But it wasn't exactly a room it was basically an….attic. but I loved it and I knew it was perfect for me.

I smiled proud of the room and ran down the stairs outside. I find my father talking to this guy my age with bleached blonde hair, I walked closer and my father looked at me making the stranger turn around and look at me.

My eyes widened when I saw his face, he looked so beautiful. If I can say that for a guy, he had crystal blue eyes, pale skin and looked a bit taller than me by…a couple of inches. And when he smiled at me, my heart melted instantly. He had his own unique style to his clothing, your average denim jeans, black vans, a red tight polo shirt that hugged his torso with a grey jack wills hoodie.

I half smiled back and my father says "Niall this is my daughter Elena, Elena this is Niall our next door neighbor". Niall smiles and says in a thick Irish accent "Hey love", "Hey" I replied back as my smile started to grow across my face.

He held his hand out and I took it gently shaking a hello. I quickly let go of his hand and looked at my dad "So dad, I found my room". My dad smiled at me glancing at Niall and said happily "Well let's get your stuff into your room so you can start".

I walked away to the back of the car opening up the boot, I grabbed three small boxes of mine and piled them up on top of each other. Out the corner of my eye, I see a shadow from the streetlight nearby, I look up to see Niall giving me a grin.

He picked up one of my big boxes, smiling at me and said kindly "Here let me help you with these boxes" and carried the big box to the front of the house before jogging back to the trunk again for another.

"Oh thanks" I said whilst smiling and carried my small boxes to my room, as I climbed up the ladder to my room, I felt something slip off my neck and fall onto the ground. But I just shrugged it off forgetting the thought. I slipped through the manhole with the boxes and placed under the window where my bed is going to be.

I looked through the window to the boot of the car hoping to see Niall there. But he wasn't there, I looked everywhere at the front of the house and couldn't see him at all. I heard a grunt coming up the ladder, I walked to the entrance and saw Niall climbing up balancing the box in one arm.

I smiled grabbing the large box from his hold and shoved it to where the others were placed. "Thanks lass…and nice room haha" he said smiling looking around the room observing it.

I nodded half smiling and said ripping the tape of my large box "It's a bit dusty but I'll give it a good clean up", Niall laughed, walking to one of the small boxes of mine and ripped the tape off of all of them.

"Can someone help me with these boxes down here!" I hear my father yell from the bottom level of the house. I rolled my eyes smiling, stood up and climbed down the ladder, running down the stairs to my dad. I grabbed two large boxes and carried them up the stairs without trouble.

I'm not entirely surprised considering I used to lift weights for exercise every morning at the gym back in Canterbury. Niall poked his head out through the manhole, grabbed hold of one of the large boxes and placed it near the other side of the room.

I pushed the large box that I was holding onto through the hole and climbed up into my room. "How could you do that?...I could barely hold onto one climbing up the stairs!" Niall said surprised, I laughed and said whilst sitting cross legged on the ground "I used to lift weights for exercise every morning back in Canterbury".

"Here is your bookcase Len! The moving men are going to set up your room!" my dad yelled from the kitchen downstairs. Five big men climbed up through the entrance with parts of furniture. I shrugged and turned around standing up starting to fix up my pillowcases and blankets.

I started ripping off all the tape off all of the moving boxes, Niall climbed down the ladder and brought up all of my moving boxes with my dad whilst I started unpacking things.

"I've noticed your Irish" I said kindly, Niall looked up at me and said softly "I've always known love" then laughed. I smiled towards him, "Lenny here are your cloth bags!" my dad called from the bottom of the ladder.

I started walking to the entrance of the attic, "Here let me get them" Niall said sweetly, as he walked to the hole and grabbed the two bags and flung them over his shoulder.

I caught one in one arm but the other landed on the floor near my leg, "Thanks" I said calmly, I tore the bags open and started to fold and pack them away in the clothes draw.

"Anythi-" Niall began but was interrupted by a Irish accented woman "Niall come home now!". He groaned and said apologetically "I'm sorry, I have to go…maybe I'll see you at school tomorrow if you're going to Ursuline and hopefully we can hang tomorrow after school with my friends somewhere".

I nodded smiling liking the thought "Sure…I'd love to", he smile grew bigger and climbed down through the hole. I could hear him run out of the house. I quickly ran to my window, looking out and seeing him walk into his home next door.

I smiled to myself, turned around on my heel and started chewing on my lips. I walked back to my dresser and started packing my clothes in again.

An hour later, my room was completely furnished and everything was intact. I looked around the room smiling feeling proud of myself, I grabbed the duster and started dusting the walls and window from cob webs and dust bunnies.

I started to feel exhausted and more exhausted by the minute, I look towards my bed and threw myself on it. Surprisingly it's quite comfortable, I began to feel my eyes slowly closing and then I fell asleep.