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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22. Frustration

This chapter contains rough sex. Yea you heard me right. Rough.

ps This chapter is how I write a lot of my other stories. Smut wise. All the other stories that contain smut are sugar-coated. This is true and straight to the point. 

After I got off the phone with Niall I started pacing back and forth in Harry's living room. The shower water wasn't running anymore but he hasn't come out of his room yet. What the hell could he be doing? I decided to lay down on the couch. I was so jet-lagged I was about to fall over, and as soon as I let my head touch the couch cushion my eyes shut and I fell asleep. 

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My eyes slowly opened and I begun to make out brown curls. My eyes cleared and I saw Harry. 

"Harry, what's going--?" Someone knocked on the front door and Harry immediately put his hand over my mouth. Shutting my voice off. 

"Don't make a sound," he whispered the warning. 

The knocking continued, and I was beginning to think that it wasn't Niall standing beyond that door. My eyes were wide with Harry's hand over my mouth, putting more pressure on my lips cutting off even my whimpers of mercy. 

"HARRY!" The voice came from the other side of the door. Irish accent--Niall! 

I whimpered louder, but all I got in return was Harry pressing harder down on my mouth, hurting my teeth. 

"HARRY!" Niall shouted again with another loud bang on the door. 

Then it went quiet, like Niall left. A couple seconds passed and Harry released me from his grasp. I sat up and shoved him. "I fucking hate you." 

"I was only protecting you," he said. "Besides it worked. They left." 

"What's wrong with you?" My eyes narrowed at him, but he didn't get to reply because the door opened the chain lock was pulled to it's extent. Then the chain broke and there stood Paul with Niall. "Niall!" I yelled. 

I watched Niall and therefore unable to determine what Harry was doing, which was a bad choice because he took hold of my arm and pulled me off the couch. He held me in front of him his hand tightened over my wrists which were held behind my back. Harry started to back up and tears appeared in my eyes. Niall's eyes grew wide as I felt the cold wind hit my skin and my feet touched the balcony floor. 

"Harry," Niall said. "Why are you doing this?"

"I would die for her," he said. "I loved her first. I had her first. She's mine and I'm taking her from you." 

Harry stopped abruptly and I knew he was backed up to the balcony railing. The girls screams below us were loud, but then grew quiet when Niall walked out with his palms up in surrender. Those girls below us had no idea what was going on or that I could possibly end up down there with them with a simple lift over the railing and to my death. 

I knew I had to do something. Harry was a mental train wreck and probably didn't understand what he was doing himself.

"Harry," I started and I could feel his grip grow tighter on me. "Harry please if you love me you wouldn't want to hurt me. Please, don't do this."

I turned my head so I could just see a partial of his face. His features softened and I knew my words hit him. In response his grip loosened and he pushed on my back sending me forward. Niall caught me and I put my arms around his neck. I slowly looked up into Niall's ocean eyes as he saw the terror reflected in mine. 

"Paul," said Niall. "Take Shiloh to the hotel. This is between Harry and I." 

Paul opened up his hand for me to take, and I took it. I looked back at Niall and he nodded to me. Reassuring me that everything would be alright. Paul escorted me down stairs and to the car. The girls outside hardly noticed me as they stood in silence watching Niall and Harry floors above them. I got into the back car and looked up and watched as Harry walked back inside his flat, the balcony door closing. 

Niall's POV

"Harry haven't you done enough?" I questioned him, but he never replied. "Seriously, what's your problem?" 

"I told you," he muttered. "I loved her first. She's mine."

"Aren't you getting a little obsessive?" 

Anger flared in his eyes. I knew I was pressing him, getting him pissed. He stepped closer to me. 

"Don't you see that she's terrified of you. You are becoming her stalker. How does that make you feel?" 

"Shut up," he said and he stepped forward shoving me away from him. 

"She doesn't like you. She's grown to believe you are just another mental lunatic," I said. 

"SHUT UP!" He yelled. 

"I think what you need Harry, truly, is just to get the living shit beat out of you. Maybe it would knock some sense into you." 

He stared at me, "Fine. Hit me. Let me feel something that is real. Go ahead, Niall! Fucking hit me!"

My fist tightened into a ball before I put as much force into my arm, letting it make breaking contact with Harry's nose. 

Shiloh's POV

I sat on Niall's bed in his hotel room. I kept twirling my engagement ring around my finger as I bit down on my bottom lip. My foot kept tapping, nervous, waiting for his return. It's been almost an hour since Paul and I left Niall at Harry's flat. Paul was now outside the hotel room, waiting for him. 

I was going insane. I wanted him here. 

Just like that the door opened. I got up from the bed and went to him. No I ran to him. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around him as his hands landed on my ass. He grunted, and my eyes narrowed at the red scratches and bruises appearing on his face. 

"What happened?" I asked him. 

There was left over anger still in his blue eyes. "Nothing," he said as he begun to walk back into the bedroom. He dropped me back on the bed and leaned over top of me kissing me roughly. He broke away and yanked my shirt over my head and onto the floor. My jeans soon followed. 

He stood up straight and I sat up. He wrapped his hand in my hair pulling me upwards so I was standing with him. "You. Are. Mine," he growled. He was still pissed, high on anger. This was going to be very different. He crushed his lips on mine again and then pulling me back roughly still by my hair. "I'm going to fuck you like no one else will." 

He then pushed me back down on the bed and pulled his shirt off. He leaned over top of me placing little bites all the way down my body until he reached the hem of my panties. Yanking the fabric off my legs, I could feel his blond strands tickling my inner thigh. His lips hovered over my wet center and soon I was in his mouth. I let my head slam back on the bed as his hands came up and pulled my bra away. 

Sure I've had sex before Niall. Slept with Harry and some other celebrities who shouldn't be named, and none of them pleasured me. Sure I have done my role on oral, but nobody ever did it on me. Now my fingers were traveling to Niall's hair. 

I pulled on his hair and I soon felt his tongue enter me. I moaned in response and my fingers held tighter onto his hair, pulling him closer to me. He soon stopped and I groaned, not wanting him to stop. 

"I'm nowhere near finished," he said as he placed my leg over his shoulder, giving him more access.

I smiled down at him as he pushed a finger inside of me. Slightly curling, hitting that secretive spot every time. My back arched, as I felt myself getting closer to my climax. My moans growing louder and right before I came he stopped. 

"Uh," I gasped. Now he was going to be rough. He put his hand behind my neck and pulled me forward into a sitting position. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. I placed my fingers in between his boxers and skin as I pulled down on the fabric. He hissed as the fabric brushed roughly down his hard erection. I held onto the shaft of him and looked up into his eyes as I stroked him. 

I placed a kiss on its tip and that's all it took for Niall to press me back onto the bed and enter me. I let out a small yelp as he continued to thrust without letting me adjust. I soon got used to the feeling and I arched my back into him, trying to pull him deeper inside me. He continued to bite the delicate skin at my collarbone as he thrust into me. 

I could feel myself getting close to my climax once again and Niall's thrusts were getting sloppier so I knew he was also close. His lips drifted over mine as he whispered, "Say my name." 

"Niall," I started at a whisper, growing louder with each thrust. "Niall!" I was almost to a scream when I said his name once more, "Niall!" I quivered against him as he pulled me close. He buried himself into my neck as I could feel him tremble inside of me, releasing. Filling me with his warm liquid. 

We were in a moment of ecstasy, where every color illuminated. 

I dragged my fingers through his hair, our breathing still uneven. He leaned up on his hands, and kissed me passionately. 

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you," he whispered. "I just needed you. I didn't mean to focus all my frustration on you."

"Shh," I say as I looked at the sweat that was forming on his forehead. "I know."

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After Niall and I got dressed he intertwined his hand with mine and brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my fingertips. That's when I noticed the dried blood on his knuckles. 

"What happened?" 

"Forget it," he said as he turned away from me. 

I moved so I was in his eyesight. "Something had to happen. You have bruises, your knuckles. How bad of a fight was it?" 

"I called an ambulance before I left," he said. 

"What?! Niall is he okay?" 

"Why should anyone care?" He started. "He's destroyed so many lives these past couple of days. I just gave him the same injury he gave Louis, with some minor side effects." 

"Ugh," I groaned and then left the bedroom and reached for my coat. 

"Where are you going?" Niall asked me.

"The hospital." 

"After what he's done to you. You want to go see him in the hospital?" 

"Yes," I said. 

"You're foolish," he muttered, but loud enough for me to hear him. 

"I might be foolish, but Niall if you were in his position I would make sure you were alright too," I said. 

"Well, I'm not," he said. 

I shook my head in disappointment and then opened the door. I was greeted by Paul.

"I hope you didn't get to comfortable," he said. "Both of you are going to Florida to meet up with the rest of the boys." 

"Harry--," I started.

"Don't worry about him," said Paul. "Let's go." 

I rolled my eyes as I walked past him and to the elevator. 

"How's your bruises?" I heard Paul ask Niall. "You're knuckles really took a beating." 

"It was worth it," said Niall and I couldn't believe how they acted. Like beating someone up was just normal. 

Niall knew I didn't agree with his fighting and in response I didn't talk to him the entire eight hour flight back to America. 

I was pissed at Harry.

I was pissed at Niall. 

I need someone that I would never get angry at. Where was Liam when I needed him? 

I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how someone needs to fight in order to make things better. Was I too much of a good girl? I didn't think I was. I'm paparazzi for goodness sake! I sneak into parties, get arrested and bad mouth anyone who crosses that specific line. 

Niall and Harry treated me like I was fragile and couldn't defend myself. That's what pissed me off. 

So guess what. I would have to prove them wrong. 

Who would I go to in order to become a 'bad girl'? 

I know. 

I'm going to spend some much needed time with the one and only Bradford Bad Boy. 

Here I come Zayn, I'm ready to be taught. 

Alrighty, going back to America!! Harry will eventually come back in the story, but not for a couple of chapters. He needs a 'cool down' right now :)

Please comment, like, and favorite! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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