I'm Looking For You(One Direction)

Ch. 23 Starting A New

¤Laura P.O.V.¤

The ride back home was a little weird. The boys kept staring at me while I was on my phone. I kept replaying what I just did in my head. I singed to SYCO and I'm going to be touring with my brother and his mates. This is beyond a dream come true. The lads were telling me the ropes of being in the light of the paparazzi. I already know what they can do to a person. I mean look at Britney Spears, she shaved her head. I am a girl, I do read magazines, I know what they say about celebrities.

I think I can manage with what they'll say about me. I just have to remember where I come from and always have roots. Although, there is a flaw in that plan. I was borm in California. I lived in the OC. I would travel to LA all the time. I've seen all kinds of people. I grew up in a bad part of town, but everyone respected my family enough to not do anything to us. I had to work my butt off to get enough money to get here and even then, I had a scholarship paying for my education.

"Shit!" I whisper yell.

"What?" Niall asks, since he's the closest to me.

"What am I supposed to do about school? I'm enrolled now."

"Well, you can one of two options. First, you could just drop school in gerneral. Or, you could still be enrolled in Uni and take online courses." Niall tells me

"The only problem with that is that you'll be really tired with all the touring." Liam adds

"Seriously?" I ask in disbelief

"Seriously" they all say in unison... Again

"Why do you guys usually say stuff together?"

"We don't know" they say together again whole staring at each other.

"You know what, nevermind." I stare out the window until I see out building come into view.

I'm out the door even before the car stops. I run to the lobby and don't even wait for the lift. I run up all the flights of stairs. My floor is empty, but I can hear the lift coming up. The light shows that it's going to stop on my floor. I open my door then lock it and run into my music room.

I go up to my hidden cabnet that I installed the day I moved in. I go up to the wall and find the tiny handle. I pull it open and look inside. My safe is there and it is mocking me. I open it up and look at all the demos I had recorded. All of them covered in my art. Most of the songs on each CD are covers, but some of them have original songs.

I grab my first one I ever recorded and look at it. I did all the covers to Return Of Saturn by No Doubt. I was kind of idiotic to record it. My voice wasn't what I wanted it to sound like and I couldn't get all the notes that Gwen hit. I listen to my voice and I can remember myself in my bedroom when all the kids were gone. I had my computer set up and I just recorded like nothing. It was amature and it sounded crappy.

I can hear the banging on my front door and it hasn't stopped. I look at the CD in my hands and make a decision. I'm going to record this over again.

I put a new CD in and start the recording process. I go into the booth and start to sing the first song, Ex-Girlfriend. I get through all the songs on the ablum: Simple Kind Of Life, Bathwater, Six Feet Under, Magic's In The Makeup, Artificial Sweetner, Marry Me, New, Too Late, Comforting Lie, Suspension Without Suspense, Staring Problem, Home Now, and Dark Blue. I go out and listen to all the songs. I like all of them except for Bathwater. I go back in and get lost in the music as I record it again.

"You and your museum of lovers

The precious collection you've housed in your covers

My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much to heavy

In my insecure condition

My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

I can't help it, you're my kind of man

Wanted and adored by attractive women

Bountiful selection at your discretion

I know I'm diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty

I don't fit in so why do you want me?

And I know I can't tame you but I just keep trying

'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

On your list with all your other women

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater

You make me feel like I couldn't love another

I can't help it your my kind of man

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

And so I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles

Diligently doubtful through all kinds of troubles

Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

Share a toothbrush you're my kind of man

I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Make me feel like I couldn't love another

I can't help it you're my kind of man

No I can't help myself

I can't help myself

I still love to wash in your old bathwater"

I take off the headphones and look up. I see everyone there; all the lads, my mum, Anne, and last Marcus.

Damn, I knew I shouldn't have given his an extra key

I walk out and look at he crowd. I ingore them and walk to the soundboard. I pick the songs and put the in the right order and the CD is brand new.

I turn around and face them all. I hold up the CD and they stare at me with interest.

"This right here, is my new one. I'm starting a new."

"Starting a new what?" Harry asks

"I'm starting new, just new, like recording my old songs again." I told them

"Old songs?" Louis questions, "of you're inquiring that you write songs; we, well certainly I, want to hear."

"Yes, old songs that I wrote. Only you won't hear them because they are under lock and key."

"Oh, cone on! Let us hear something!" Liam says

"Eh" I say

"Please, pretty please." Zayn begs

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A/N

Here's another chapter. And I'm loving writing this. Next chapter you'll get to hear a adding she wrote and it may just sound familiar.

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