I'm Looking For You(One Direction)

I'm Looking For You

Prologue

¤Laura P.O.V.¤

~2 years ago~

• Summer '09•

°California, USA°

"Laura, can you please clean the attic?!" My mom yelled at me

"Yeah, I guess," I responded

"Hija, I want you to take out your quince dress. Oh and try to talk in an American accent." Mom yelled again

'My quince dress? Why does she want it? And she knows it's hard for me to not talk in my British accent'

"Okay and I'll try! Mom, why do you want it?"

"Ooh, um, I want it because I need to take a picture of you in it and send it to someone."

I hurried and got my dress I knew exactly where it was. When I picked it up I saw a box that said "Discard." I of course being the curious type of person opened the box. I saw so many scrapbooks and photo albums. 'Why would these be in a Discard box?' Then one caught my eye. "Laura Isadora Gonzalez" was the name on the scrapbook.

"Laura hurry up I need to take the picture." My mom yelled again

"Okay, okay mom gesh." I ran down the attic steps with my dress and the book in hand.

I went into my room and quickly put my dress on and hid the book under my duvet and put my laptop over it. I walked out of my room and my mom had a camera in hand.

"No, you need to do your hair!" 'Again with the yelling.'

"Mom there's no need to yell I'm right here."

"Okay, just go fix your hair. And put on your crown and necklace." I walked back into my room and grabbed my straightener. I plugged it in and turned it on while I went to my jewelry box. I opened it and grabbed my necklace, ring, bracelet, earrings, and crown. I curled my hair with my straightener and put my hair up in ringlets on the top of my head. I put my crown on so the curls wouldn't fall. I did my make up blue so it matched the dress. I grabbed my blue rose clip and but it in my hair as well. My necklace, earrings, bracelet, and ring were in place. I walked out again and my mother smiled.

"Now that's more like it." My mother said with a quivering voice. She was on the verge of tears

"Mom don't cry this was two years ago. I'm already seventeen." I tried to calm her down.

"I know, it's just that yo no queo mi hija(I don't want my daughter) to grow up"

"Mum I am growing up, technically i'm already grown up."

"Yeah, yeah. I know the background info, the definition of a quince."

"Okay mum then stop crying and take the picture. I can't stay in this dress all day." I complained.

She took the picture, actually many pictures. She made me twirl in my dress so she could get every angle.

After about 10 minutes I finally asked if I could get out of my dress.

"Now you can get out of your dress."

I ran to my room and got out my lazy clothes. I went into my bathroom and took a shower. Then I dried myself off and put on my clothes. I went into my room and grabbed my phone.

I walked to the kitchen and saw the pictures my mum just printed. They came out really good. I saw an envelope with an England address. 'wait what?! England!' I took a picture of address and walked away before my mum caught me.

"Isadora! Are you home?" My dad yelled.

"Yes, I'm coming apa," I walked to the garage and stopped dead in my tracks.