I'm Looking For You(One Direction)

Ch. 1 The Bar

¤Laura P.O.V.¤

~2 Years Later~

•August 2011•

°London, England°

'How did I end up in this bar?' I had arrived in England, actually London to be exact, 3 days ago. When I thought of coming to England 2 years ago I never thought I'd be in a bar. I'm 19 now and I was accepted to London University. When I got here I went to the school and went to my dorm. I didn't have a roommate which was a good thing. I brought all my instruments along with me. Plus my car I got from my dad. My car kind of stands out but not much. It only stands out because it's old. My car is a European model so the steering wheel is on the right side and has England plates as well. I had gotten my driver license for England from when I was in America. So when I came here it was no problem for me to drive. There was a driving school in California where you could learn to drive on the different side of the road.

I'm 19 and not old enough to drink, well legally in America. I'm a genius though, one of my friends from California make me a fake England ID that says I'm 22, rather be safe than sorry.

"Hello" a male voice said from behind me.

"Hi" I told the guy that came to sit beside me.

"How you doing?" He asked

"Um... Fine" I said, "Do I know you?"

"Well kind of. You know my half brother Mark." He said. 'Mark? My best friend Mark?'

"If your wondering yes Mark from Mo's, you best friend." I looked at him confused.

"Oh. Now I know."

"Really?"

"Yes and I also know something that Mark doesn't."

"And what's that?"

"That your gay" I state matter-of- factly.

"Really? No I'm not."

"Yes, you are and your lying."

"Wow he was right. You do know how to read people."

"Yeah, I learned and was taught how to read people."

"How do you read people?"

"Everyone has a tell. I just look for it." I tell him honestly

"Wow what's my tell?"

"Not telling you."

"Why?"

"Because then you'd stop your tell"

"Okay then. Ooh by the way my name is Marcus Gregory Smith." He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you Marcus. I'm Laura Isadora Gonzalez" I said while shaking his hand. "Mark and Marcus? Huh"

"Ooh what ever Li. By the way I hear an accent where are you from in England?"

"Um... nowhere, I was born and raised in California. And Mark told you what he called me huh?"

"Really? Your accent says different and yes. So why London?"

"Is this 20 questions or something? And London because I'm going to Uni."

"Ooh and sorry. He told me you were sassy. And cool. How old are you?"

I looked around making sure the bartender wasn't around."18"

"Really you look 24, so you're not legal in America?"

"Thanks been getting away with it since I was 15," I said proudly.

"Woah, bad arse right here."

"Bloody hell. Shut up or people are going to start questioning me."

"Sorry, so Mark told me to take care of you so come on. Let's go get your stuff, your moving in with me." He said while standing and pulling me of my stool

"Excuse me?" I said putting a hand on my hip and cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, you are moving in with me. No room to argue let's go. I have 2 rooms for you. Mark told me about your music room so it's all set up. And then your bedroom is waiting for you. It just needs your furniture and personal items. So let's go; you can't get out of this one."

"Fine, just follow me in my car." I walked out and got in my car and Marcus got in his truck. He followed me all the way to my dorm.