Meet Me In America

Time to leave England...with One Direction? Since becoming their photographer I have been arrested, kidnapped, and I fell in love. So what will happen when we tour the great ol' United States of America? Let's just say, it's not what you expect. All I know is that I'm going to get down and dirty with the stars and stripes. So, Mr. Horan will we meet again in America because I'm only saying two words to that restraining order. Screw it.

{Sequel to Meet Me In Battersea Park}


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2. American Greetings

Within hour three on the plane ride I was wasted and dancing around the plane with the stewardess. 

"Come on Mary this is my favorite song!" 

"My name is Beth and there is no music," she said. I looked at her as though she was an idiot, then showed her my headphones which were plugged in my ears. "I can't hear the music that way!" 

I rolled my eyes then started screaming the lyrics, "IT FEELS LIKE ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS!"

"Yea it sure does," said Mary/Beth.

"Oh come on Mary! Be fun!" I grabbed her hands and danced with her.

"My name is Beth!"

"Ugh, you are no fun," I said and fell into my seat. "I need more to drink," I showed her my glass. 

She came by and filled my glass, but I only got one sip in until I could feel myself drifting to sleep. Damn alcohol always makes me tired. I glanced one more time at the clouds below the plane then fell asleep. 

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"Ms. Mackenzie, we're here," said Mary/Beth. 

I stretched then looked out the window. I could see towers beyond towers. 

"Welcome to New York City," she said. 

"Hello America," I said while looking out the window. 

As the plane landed I reached for my camera bag and pulled out my camera. I have no idea how American fans act so I would have to be prepared. The door to the plane opened and security were at the bottom of the stairs and took hold of my arm. I glanced to my left and saw Niall and the rest of the boys getting out their plane. 

Niall looked my way and smiled, oh how I missed him. I smiled back at him then was pulled away. It was security's job for Niall and I to have those ninety meters in between us.

The boys started to wave up at fans waiting in the terminal. I started to take pictures of all of them crying and holding signs. I was soon told to get into a car and as my car followed the boys' car I opened my window and took pictures of the amazing towers. 

I've been to New York before, but this was all for One Direction and I knew Simon would be pissed if I didn't get pictures of everything. 

"Where we headed to first, Eric?" Eric was my security, he was promoted after the restraining order fiasco. Remember him? He drove me all over England during Christmas. 

"There's a meeting with Mr. Cowell."

"Okay," I said as I leaned back in my seat. 

As we pulled up outside a building I was taken in first. Girls were already outside. How did they know where we were already? Eric and I went up the elevator to the sixth floor and I followed him out onto a balcony. 

"They'll be here soon," said Eric. "Stay to this side of the balcony. The lads will fill up this space with Niall at the end." 

He was right. Louis stood next to me and gave me a big hug. 

"How was your flight?!" He asked.

"Awesome," I said, but all I tried to remember was the name of the stewardess. 

"Ready for America?"

"With One Direction? Hell yea," I smiled up at him.

"That's what I like to here!" 

Liam stood beside Louis, then Harry, Zayn, and finally ninety meters away stood Niall. Yeah it was a long balcony. 

"Louis, help out will ya?" I asked him as I started to stand up on the railing. 

"What are you doing," he laughed at me. 

"Getting pictures," I said back at him. "Hold on to my waist."

He did and I bent over the railing and got some pictures, that's when I felt his fingers slipping. 

"Louis! I'm slipping!" Thank goodness I had my camera strapped around my neck, because I let go of it and reached for the railing. 

I got off the railing and looked at Louis. "What the hell is the matter with you!" I slapped him on his arm. 

"I would never let you fall, love," he said. 

"Bastard," I muttered. 

"Oh someone got feisty on their way to America," said Louis as he followed the boys back inside. 

"Watch it, Louis Tomlinson." 

He flashed me a smirk before he walked inside and I was the last one on the balcony. Eric ushered me inside and we were taken into a meeting room. 

"Mr. Cowell," said Eric. "The room," he was referring to me and Niall.

"Ugh, screw the restraining order," I said as I walked passed Eric and into the room. I went to the television and plugged in my camera. "If you honestly think a piece of paper with keep me from doing my job, your wrong." I grabbed the remote and turned on the television. "Here's your pictures." 

The pictures started to go through the slideshow. I leaned against the table and watched. 

"Wait pause it," said Louis and I hit the pause button. 

"What?" Simon looked confused. 

"Shiloh, was this the picture that you took over the balcony?" 

"Oh you mean when you almost dropped me?" 

"What?!" Niall spoke and everyone grew quiet. Obviously Niall hasn't been speaking...to anyone. 

"It was just a joke. Whatever, but look in the right corner," he pointed to the television and we all looked to the corner. "Is that--."

We all erupted in laughter. "Some girl actually flashed you guys and I got it on camera," I said. It was true. In the corner was a girl holding her shirt up. "You didn't notice her?" 

"I can't believe we didn't," said Harry. "Look at those--."

"Alright," said Simon with his smile still on his face. "Forget about boob girl."

"Boob girl?" Louis looked at Liam and they shrugged with smiles.  

"You'll spend the week in New York City," continued Simon. "Shiloh you will be going with every boy, except of course Niall. Ugh, I hate that."

"Simon," I said. "I'll go with Niall as well, it's my job."

"If pictures get taken and show up over in England, we're all screwed."

"Then we won't get caught," I said a smile appearing on my lips. 

"I don't know." 

"We'll be careful," said Niall. 

"Fine, but if I get shit with this back at home you are all coming home. American tour or not." 

"We promise," Niall and I said at once. We looked up at each other and it was one of those looks where your toes curl and your fingers tingle. 

I wanted him so bad. I wanted to rip his clothing off and--.

"I'll call later this week, with where you're going next," said Simon. "Till then you'll all be staying at the Gramercy. Security has your reservations. Good luck in New York, boys, and remember that the drinking age here is twenty-one."

"Like we care," said Louis as he high-fived Zayn. 

"Well you will care when you get your sorry asses arrested," said Simon. "I'll make sure your rooms are stocked though." He smiled as he put his dark sunglasses on. "See you soon." 

"Bye!" We all said at once. Then we were taken to Gramercy Park Hotel. 

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"Alright," said Paul. "Boys you have floor eight, Shiloh you have floor seven. We booked out both floors so we don't have any problems with fans." 

Then the boys were taken to one elevator and Eric and I took another one. I glanced at Niall as we were about to walked onto the elevator. 

He smiled and I smiled back at him. 

"Hi," he mouthed the words. 

"Hi," I mouthed back. 

It was like we were meeting for the first time. Like we were starting at the beginning. Except I wasn't being arrested and he wasn't saving me. But he was saving me. He was my saving grace and he didn't even know it. 

Hope you enjoyed! Please comment, like, and favorite! This is going to be an exciting sequel!! 

much love, Morgan .xx

Shiloh is singing 22 by Taylor Swift while on the plane. It was song I was listening too while writing so hell why not? haha :)

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