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}


28. Angel Of Death

"Where the fuck is Niall?!" I asked for probably the hundredth time, while pressing the 'end' button on my mobile. I have tried to call him dozens of times but I just get his voicemail. 

"I wish I knew," said Liam as he called security. 

I dialed Niall's phone number again and in return I got, " 'Ello! This is Niall! Leave a message for me!" 

"Ugh!" I hung up the phone again. "Liam let's go."

"We should wait for security," he started. 

"I don't give a fuck about security," I said. "I need to find him."  

"I'll go," said Zayn. 

No," I said sternly as I reached for the keys. "Liam I'll go with or without you." 

He exhaled and then rose from his seat, and following me to the other available SUV given by management. Just as we started the car Paul's car pulled into the driveway. I back out of the driveway and when we got to Paul's car Liam rolled down his window and told him we were going out to find Niall. Paul followed us as we made our way into the city. 

It was dark and I squinted my eyes, looking for anyone that looked like Niall. We drove the strip, and found three possible Niall's, but none of them were him. I stopped the car at a red light and felt my hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Shiloh, calm down," said Liam. 

"What if we don't find him," I started, the tears welling in my eyes. 

"You can't think like that," he said. 

The light turned green and I pressed down on the gas. We went a little further than I noticed someone in a blue jumper with a bottle hanging from his fingers. The hood was placed over his head but the body shape the physique was Niall's. I was sure of it. 

I pulled to the curb, probably performing some illegal parking job.

"What is it?" Liam asked me. 

"I think that's him," I said as I let the seatbelt release. I let the headlights on as I jumped out of the car, trying to not get hit by oncoming traffic. I heard Liam's door open and soon Paul's behind his. 

I stepped onto the sidewalk, the body wasn't far, walking slowly. Making little slow movements. 

"Niall?" I swallowed hard. Hopping. Wishing. Praying it was Niall.

My breath caught in my throat. The body stopped moving. Slowly turning I saw a blue eyed boy that should never be caught with red eyes. Eyes that proved crying, desperation, and loneliness. 

I ran up to him, smelling the alcohol radiate off of him. I kept my eyes locked with his as I reached for the bottle of hard liquor. He kept his grip tight on the bottle.

"Let go," I whispered. "Please." 

He searched my eyes for a little while longer before fully releasing the bottle. I turned and gave the bottle to Liam. Niall's head fell, but I slowly picked it back up, keeping my hands on either side of his face. 

"Why didn't you tell me," he muttered through his crying. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't happy?" 

"I didn't think I could hurt you. I still can't." 

"Zayn, Shiloh? Honestly, do you have to make yourself available to every person out there?"

"Niall I was confused," I started.

"That's no excuse. What other secrets have you kept from me." 

Oh too many to count. The words slurring in my thoughts. "None." Forgive me. 

"How do I even know anymore. How do I know I can trust you? How do--."

I didn't let him finish, instead I pressed my lips to his. Releasing for just a second, "Because I love you and will always love you, Niall. Never ever forget that."

"Just when I think you're about to leave me you turn around and rescue me. You are my true life guardian angel and I never want you to leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise," I muttered and then we pressed our lips together once more. 

I found him.

I lied once more. 

I promised. 

How could he call me a guardian angel. I'm the last person on this very earth who be called an angel, because all I've done is rip, break, and hurt these boys. 




If I was any angel I would be the Angel of Death. Who would eventually come back, thirsting for more. 

Until I get what I want. 

Sorry I'm too tired to write a proper Author's Note! :(

But please comment, like, and favorite!

much love, Morgan xx

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