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}


32. Kiss The Bride...Quickly.

I woke up early and not sunny, birds chirping early, but three in the morning early. When it's still dark and motionless outside. I sat up in my bed and noticed that I had on one of Niall's tee shirts with The Who band logo on the front. I looked beside me and there he was. My Niall, sleeping, snoring slightly but not loudly. 

I didn't even feel him get into bed next to me, and I highly doubt Liam told him of the unfortunate events I endured. Thinking of it, I wonder what or really where Harry or Zayn are. Not that I should care, but I wanted to keep my eyesight straight and them out of my path. There was no way in hell I would get close to either of them again. 

Instead I slowly turned my body and placed my toes on the carpeted floor. I rose myself from the bed and heard Niall slightly groan behind me. I scrunched my eyes shut, hoping he wouldn't wake, because if he did know about earlier he would want answers. 

And I wasn't in the mood for a interrogation at three in the morning. 

I turned my head back and glanced at a still sleeping Niall. I exhaled silently and then tip toed my way to the door. I opened it and glanced down the hallway. The balcony at the top of the stairs illuminated, showing that someone was still downstairs. Before I left the room completely, I grab a pair of Niall's sweatpants on the dresser and pull them on. Of course the fabric is baggy and too big, but I didn't care. 

I exited the room, closing the door gently behind me and went to the upstairs balcony. I looked over the railing expecting to see someone...anyone? No one was there. So I continued down the stairs and went to the kitchen and that's where I found a sleepless Liam; drinking a cup of tea.

"Hey," I muttered and he looked up startled. 

"Oh, good morning Shiloh," he said back before he rubbed his face and stretched his arms high above his head. "I have some fruit," he pointed to a plate filled with slices of fruit. "I can always make you something."

"No that's alright," I reassured him as I sat in the seat across from him, and took a piece of orange. "Why are you still up?" 

"I promised you that I would be," he said as he took a sip of his tea. "I don't break promises." 

"You should get some sleep," I said, but he waved me off. 

"Don't worry about me," he said. "I've talked to Simon." 

I almost choked on an orange seed. "What?"

"He needs to know about this stuff. We've decided to cancel the rest of the tour here in America, and we are going home tomorrow--well later today." 

I swallowed hard, "Did you tell Niall about...."

"No," he said and I instantly relaxed, "because I believe you should tell him." 

"Liam, why?" I couldn't breath. I wasn't planning on telling Niall...ever. 

"He's going to be your husband and I believe that there should be no lying or secret keeping in a relationship." 

"This is different," I muttered. He was making me mad. The person who saved me was pissing me off. 

"Shiloh, I didn't say tell him as soon as he wakes up. You need to give yourself time before you can give him time." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"You'll know when to tell him," he simply said. "Anyway you'll have plenty of time to tell him when we return." He got up from his seat and placed the mug in the sink. 

"Now what are you talking about?"

"Zayn and Harry were forced to go home earlier. No doubt Simon has some pretty harsh things to say in return. In order to cover this whole ordeal up though, it was decided to move our plans up."

"Okay, which means?" 

"Guess we're having an early wedding." 



"You look gorgeous, darling." 

Danielle had secured the veil over my head as I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to see my father. It has been too long. 


"Welcome home," he said as he stepped a little closer. "When I told you that you could go to America I didn't say you could get engaged." 

"I honestly thought Liam would beat me to the alter," I jokingly said, and everyone else took it as a joke except for my dear father. 

"Liam has proposed to me fourteen times since we got back together," said Danielle as she fixed the hem of my dress. 

"Seriously?" I asked with my mouth agape. 

She nodded her head as Eleanor spoke, "That's nothing. Louis asks me everyday."

"When will you say yes?" I asked them and they both put their arms around a purple-haired Perrie. 

"When Zayn finally asks Perrie," said Eleanor. It caught me off guard. Zayn and Perrie. Perrie and Zayn. He told me they were no more. Zayn cheated on Perrie with me? 

Even though I was stricken by the fact that this poor girl had no idea what Zayn and I did I was starting to become jealous of their friendship. I would have loved to do the same thing but because of the disaster Harry and Zayn created all my plans have been rushed. 

No one still knows about that evening except for Simon, Liam, Harry, and Zayn. I still haven't told Niall and obviously Zayn hasn't told Perrie--and he probably never will. 

"Come on girls, I hear wedding bells," said my father who has resourced himself to the corner of the room. Danielle, Eleanor, and Perrie were all my maids of honor and were dressed in a faded purple as I was dressed in an ivory, lace-covered dress. 

"You look stunning," said Eleanor as they all glanced over me one last time. My father came forward and I wrapped my hand in the crook of his elbow. We left the room, which really turned out to be a pagoda as my father lead me down the grassy field of Battersea Park. 

This was where my whole story began. This is where I was now. Even though I love this place and adore this park something still didn't feel right. America was like a relaxation without the press constantly waiting on your footsteps. I would be the last person to think that, being paparazzi myself I would have thirsted for what they want--the next big picture. 

Well this was going to be the next big picture, the one that outlasted Prince William's and Kate Middleton's wedding. This was going to be the day one of the most talked about, loved, and ridiculously romantic boy in the world was going to call me his wife. 

So why did I hide my terror behind my smile. Thoughts filled my head as the soft but bitter late March wind slammed into my skin.

Was I doing the right thing? I love him so much, but could I go through with this?

Could I become Mrs. Niall Horan? 

My father kissed me on the cheek as he handed me to Niall. I looked into Niall's sapphire eyes as Danielle took the bouquet of flowers from my hand. I glanced past Niall's blond head for just a second and saw the guilt in Zayn's eyes as I saw the anger in Harry's. Anger that covered his bloodshot eyes. He was abusing and overdosing, that was pretty clear. 

I looked back into Niall's eyes as he was saying those special, sweet words to me. I smiled as I said the most dangerous two words that I could ever possibly say. 

"I do." 

This chapter was a little fast paced and a lot happened, but I had to move it along because sadly this book is coming to an end! There's only six more chapters until Shiloh will be saying goodbye. Gosh, I think I'm going to cry!

I hope you enjoyed, even though it wasn't a detailed wedding. I'm not good with weddings...

Anyway please comment, like, and favorite! 

Much love, Morgan xx

PS I've been getting crazy requests lately and the one had stuck out. One that admits that you guys would like to send me fan mail?! That's crazy!! I didn't think I was THAT popular! But I decided to go forward with it and here's my address:

Morgan Rory, PO Box 291, Fredericksburg, PA 17026, USA

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