Polaroid // h.s.

1 Concert Time

"Luciana Fuentes gets your ugly ass out of the bathroom! Seriously Luci! I need to look pretty too!" I hear my older sister whine from the other side of the door. I secure my towel before opening the door to see my sister Isabella sitting down beside the door with her phone in her hand.

"Happy?" I say. "Si." She stands up and looks at my hair. "It came out pretty good." I run through my hair with my fingers. "I know huh."

We go our separate ways, her going into the bathroom and I to our room.

I dry off and change into the clothes I had on my bed. Looking through all my clothes I decided not to look like I did when I first saw them when they toured with Big Time Rush. I was well not very pleasing to the eyes.

Now I'm slightly pleasing to the eyes and after being able to go to all their concerts and not being able to get floor or pit, I finally got floor seats and front row. Back to what I was talking about, I'm definiately not wearing my "Future Mrs. Styles." shirt I wore 2 years ago and to wear fake 1D tattoos.

I cringe whenever I look at the pictures we took.

I decided to wear a black shirt with a alien in the left side with a black long tassel cardigan with black shorts. To top of that a hat just like Harry used to wear. Haha get it. Top. Hat.

I tie the shoe laces of my black and white converse. "Pinche emos." I jump when I hear my abuelita voice.

"I'm not emo abuelita." I hear her mumble some curse words in Spainsh and watch her leave my room.

Should I question why she came into my room and say damn emos?

Hm she probably didn't get enough of sleep. I'm just like her.

For the finishing touch I place my pedant choker around my neck.

I make my way downstair, humming to fools gold. "Oh look at you! Someone is trying to catch herself a British boy attention." My mom takes my head and spins me around.

I laugh holding onto my hat making sure doesn't fly out of my head. "Hey now! My little girl isn't trying to get no guys attention. Am I right Ana?" My dad says looking straight into my eyes. I shake my head but in my mind I was picturing Harry Styles shirtless. Mm. Delicioso.

"And Isabella?"

"She's getting ready." My dad nods and continues to drink his Corona.

"So Luciana." My mom starts. "Yes ma?" I ask. "So remember asked why your dad and I haven't gave you your birthday present?"

I nod and she continues, "Well we wanted to wait until today since I know how much you're gonna want to take pictures of your "novio".

She air quotes the word novio.

She places a bag in front of me and I stare at her then at the bag then at her again. "Ma.."

"Happy Late Birthday!" She shouts taking out a box from the bag. I scream when I see the polaroid in front of me. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I repeat over again while hugging both my mom and dad and kissing their cheeks. "Also we got you a lot of films since we know how much you adore that band." I smile and look at the 3 boxes filled with films. She's right.

One time she was looking through my phone and found an ablum filled with pictures of each boy and screenshots from all music videos. Let's say more then half of my pictures and videos are related to boy bands and bands. And when I don't have enough space I upload a few family pictures onto Facebook and then delete them from my phone.

A fangirl gotta do what a fangirl gotta do.

Isabella takes another hour of getting ready. After forever she steps down and twirls. "So how do I look?" She says placing a hand on her waist.

She, like me, decided to wear all black. She's wearing a black summer dress with black leggings and black ankle boots. She left her hair brown to blonde ombre down but curled the ends so it looks wavy.

Makeup on the other hand looks like she's going to some party. While I only made a wing eyeliner and added some liquid lipstick she did the same as me but with eyeshadow and highlight and other shit but she still looks gorgeous as always.

"Gorgeous duh!" A smile appears on her face. "Well look at you too! Mr. Daddy Styles will surely won't keep his eyes off you."

My dad chokes on his coffee when "Daddy" left Isabella's voice. "Que?!"

"Nothing dad." I force a laugh. Isabella hands me my purse which I put has my portal charger and now polaroid with films.

I notice my sister has hiding a poster behind her back. "What do you have there?" I ask her. She smirks and pulls me out of the room.

"I don't want mom and dad to see but I made this for Lima Bean." She shows me the poster I look at her in shock. "What if he actually sees this?!" I exclaim.

The poster reads, 'Lima Bean I love ur eggplant.' with a picture of Liam and a eggplant.

"Well he'll notice I exists. And we'll both be embarassed. Who care?!"

"You're insane."

We say bye to our granparents who said not to open our legs to them nor to flash them. My mom kisses our cheeks telling us to have a great time.

My dad stares at us crossed armed. "My two little princesas. Have a great time okay? The latest I want you here is 1AM and call us when the concert is over."

We get into Isabella's car and head over to the stadium.

The place is huge and I feel like a proud mother but I don't like saying mother because if anyone of them say they would like to have sex with me I wouldn't hesitate to take my clothes off.

Especially with Harry.

The ride to the stadium was seemed short since my sister and I sang during the whole time there.

We get in within 15 minutes and I feel excited as ever especially since I'm seeing them very very very close.

Everyone was in there seats then it happened and it was an amazing feeling I've felt before. The feeling I only feel at a One Direction show.

The lights turned off and the boys faces popped in the screen. Clips of a lot of their song play and I scream on the top of my lungs.

Clouds starts to play and one by one the boys runs to the stage waving at everyone and blow kisses.

'I know you said

That you don't like it complicated

That we should try keep it simple

But love is never ever simple no'

And the show begins.