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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21. Kidnapped By Harry Styles

Harry and I got off the plane that brought us back to London, and because we had no security guards surrounded us from all angles. Airport security finally found us struggling and got us into a taxi safely. As we sat in the car, it was my turn to question him. To figure out what was going on. 

"Harry?" 

He didn't look at me, but just kept looking out the window. 

"Harry?" I repeated. I wasn't going to deal with his childish antics, so I continued. "Why are we back in England? What's going on?" 

He exhaled.

"You can ignore me all you like," I started, "but I won't stop questioning you. Did one of the boys do something. Did Niall do something?" 

I almost regretted my last words, because instead of an answer I got a laugh. He let his head fall back and laughed loudly. 

"Are you mad?" 

"No, sweetheart, you are the one who is mad," he said after he finished laughing. 

"What's going on?" 

"Nothing," he said. "I need you. That's all I ever needed was you. Please don't leave me again." 

"Harry...," I was confused. I didn't understand what the hell was going on. 

The taxi pulled to the curb and Harry got out, letting is hand out for me to take. After paying the driver he unlocked his flat and let me inside. His apartment felt nonexistent, cold, and unwelcoming. It wasn't like the flat I stayed in when Niall dumped me on his doorstep and Harry made me feel alive. 

He dropped his keys on the counter and went to the thermostat on the wall and I immediately felt the heat rise from the vents. He opened the curtains allowing the London view inside, blinding us with the white snow reflecting off the walls. 

He sat down on the couch and I was astonished by his way of ignoring any type of socializing. I decided to sit next to him on the couch, and again he ignored me by staring at the blank television. 

"Tell me what's really going on," I said as he looked at me. "Please, I need you to t--." I was silenced with Harry's lips as his hand rested on the nape of my neck. 

I knew I was doing something wrong, but as wrong as it was I let my eyes close as Harry bit down gently on my lower lip. He was pushing downwards letting my head lay on the couch cushion. His hand roamed up and down my body, as his fingers reached under my shirt. His cold fingertips sending shivers across my body. 

His lips traveled across my jawline to me neck and in response I arched my head back as my fingers found his dark curls and ended up getting lost in the strands. I could feel his fingers continuing upwards and tracing the outline of my bra. 

This was going to far. I..."Uh," I moaned as his tongue touched my most sensitive spot by my ear. "Harry," I wanted to sound more stern but it ended up sounding like another moan. I could tell he was encouraged, and I knew it had to stop. 

His fingers then went in a different direction and went down, leaving a path around my jeans. I could feel his fingers on the button of my jeans. My hand left his hair and went to his hand that still hovered over the button. 

My eyes shot open and Harry's stayed at half moons as his hand intertwined with my hand. He brought our hands up to our faces, and I realized he was holding the hand that held my engagement ring. 

Niall. Oh, Niall. 

He turned my hand and looked at the ring. "I could buy you such a better ring," he said. 

I scoffed, "I do not have a price tag, Harry."

"I'm just saying I could treat you so much better. Does he treat you like I do? Does he kiss you the way I do? Does he touch you and thrust into you like I do." 

"Piss off," I said, pushing him off me. 

"With pleasure," he got up from the couch and went to his bedroom, but before closing the door he turned back to me. "I bet that when you  have sex with him you think of me. Think of all the times we made love, and wishing it was me there instead of him."

I allowed the tears to fall down from my eyes. How could he be so cruel? "I HATE YOU!" I screamed and my hand reached for his cell phone which I threw at him, but he closed the door before it could hit him. Leaving the phone shattered on the floor. 

It didn't phase him though as he opened the door and looked down at his destroyed phone. He just shrugged and closed the door again, and I soon heard the shower water hitting the linoleum floor. I reached for my own phone in my back pocket and dialed Niall's number. 

I went onto the balcony even though it was freezing and leaned on the railing. Screaming erupted below me and that's when I saw girls everywhere. I did a little wave down to them and the screams got louder. I held the phone to my ear hearing the ringing. It was the middle of the night over in Georgia, I just hoped he would answer. 

"Shiloh?!" He finally answered. "Where the hell are you?" 

"London," I said to him. 

"LONDON?!" He screamed into the phone. "What the fuck are you doing there?" 

"Harry," I said. "He kept saying that he needed me...damn it Niall he's so mental right now." I left out the part of Harry and I basically getting it on with clothing. 

"Yea I know," he said. "He broke Louis' nose. We are in the hospital right now waiting for him." 

"What?" 

"Stay at Harry's. I'll be there in a couple of hours," he spoke soothingly. "Simon knows what's going on, so security might be over soon." 

"Alright," I said.

"Shiloh, it'll be okay. I love you."

"I love you too," I said as I let another tear fall down. We hung up and I looked back down at the girls. 

I wish my life could be like a fangirl. Not giving a care in the world, only wanting a picture or signed piece of paper from your idol. Instead I was taken from one of their idols. 

I was kidnapped by Harry Styles. 

Sorry for the short chapter! I'll update some of the other stories later :)

Much love, Morgan .xx

ps I got a new twitter username {I got bored with the old one} here's the new username: @mllngrs [Mullingar's in short text..such a geek]

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