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}


11. Clubbing On The Jersey Shore

*This chapter and the next go together so that's why they are both shorter chapters :)

It was freezing outside, but as soon as we entered D'Jais everything was heated. People were everywhere and drinks were being devoured. With the protection of Paul and Eric we made our way to a private table in the VIP section. 

"Is that One Direction?!" I would hear girls scream and the boys would just smile. 

I took my camera out of my bag and started to take pictures of everything. Whenever one of the boys wanted to go dance I had to go with to take pictures. Tomorrow morning I would send the pictures to Simon and he would send them to the magazine companies. 

The club was completely in black light and colored lights, lasers, and smoke machines were in full use. It was hard to get around but the boys seemed to be having fun. Well they were all mostly drunk except for Liam. 

"Do they act like this when they go to bars back home?" I asked Liam. 

"No it's usually worse." 

We laughed together until Louis pushed a glass of some form of alcohol in my hand. 

"Drink up!" He tapped his glass with mine. "Cheers to New Jersey!" He yelled and the rest of club cheered with him. 

"Wow," I said then took a sip of the fruity concoction which I knew contained vodka. 

Yea it was good. So I drank three more. 


"Shiloh, get down!" Niall had his hand on my ankle. I was standing on top of the bar. Harry, Louis, and Zayn were as drunk as me and smiled as they watched me.

"HELLO NEW JERSEY!" Everyone is the bar looked at me and cheered. "I'm Shiloh!"

"They don't need to know your name," said Niall. 

"That's One Direction," I pointed at him as I started to laugh. 

"Come on let's go," he said. 

"Yes!" I said. "LET'S GET DRUNK!" The bar erupted in cheering. I brought the glass to my lips and then everything became blurry. 

"I got you," said Niall as he held me in his arms. 

"My legs feel like jelly," I giggled. 

"That's not good," he said. 

"You're funny." 

"Come on lads," said Paul. "We all need to get you in bed." 

"Aww, Paul you're such a party pooper," said Louis as he put his arm around Paul. 

"Yeah it's time to go," said Eric. Paul took hold of Harry. Eric took hold of Louis and Liam took hold of Zayn as Niall carried me out. 

"I don't wanna go," I struggled in Niall's arms. "Nialler, I don't wanna go!" He put me down, and made sure I went into the car. "No!" 

"Then what do you want," he said as I leaned against the car.

"Aww, you're cute when your mad," my finger traced his jawline. 

"You're drunk," he said. 

"And you're not," I giggled. 

"We're leaving."

"No! I wanna go on the beach!" 

"YES!!" Harry and Louis yelled at once. 

"Come on, Nialler, have some fun," I giggled. 

He exhaled. "Alright." 

Paul and Eric face-palmed themselves. They were told to give us more freedom and paparazzi are surrounding the beach now. 

"YEA!" I ran to the boardwalk steps that took us down to the sand. It was cold and I'm glad I remembered my coat. 

Harry, Louis, and Zayn were quick to follow me. I ran on the cool sand, wanting to get closer to the water. 

"Not the water," Niall yelled. "Damn it." 

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