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}


30. Liar

Sorry for  very short chapter!! 

Liam's POV

I heard Harry and Zayn discussing something. They were both talking very quietly at the top of the stairs. Even though I was in the kitchen I could hear them perfectly, but some part of me wanted to know what they were talking about, the other part of me wanted to run away. I didn't understand. 

I hated all this new drama and too be honest I didn't feel uncomfortable while hearing Shiloh upstairs. She was with Niall, like she's supposed to be. Harry constantly has to take other people's possessions and Zayn just does it for the feeling. 

They never think about the outcome.

Having Danielle by my side I know what I'm talking about. Danielle taught me so much. How to be loved, how to love, how to touch a girl correctly how to please a woman nicely. That's the problem with Harry and Zayn, they've never had that experience of the woman teaching them, they always took control.

The whistling kettle brought me out of my thoughts. I poured the hot water into my mug and stirred around my tea leaves. I glanced back into the living room for just a second and I knew what they were saying was anything but good.

Harry's POV ~ A Couple Minutes Earlier

"Niall!" I yelled as I hung up my mobile and smirked with satisfaction.

"What, Harry?" Niall replied in boredom, irritation. He walked down the stairs, my head leaning against the back of the sofa, watching him.

"I just got off the phone with Simon," I lied.

He entered the living room and sat on the opposite couch from me. "Why didn't he call the rest of us?"

"Check up," I shrugged. "Anyway he set up an interview at some magazine."

"None of you are coming?" One of his eyebrows rose. 

"Nope, just you mate," I got up off the couch and took his path back up the stairs. 

"You think I believe you?" He asked me halfway up the stairs. 

"Think whatever you want Niall, but the interview is in an hour." I made my way up the rest of the stairs and leaned on the balcony railing. 

"Ugh, and does Paul know?" He crossed his arms.

"I don't know why Simon wouldn't have called him about it," I reassured him, but in truth Niall would find no magazine or interview. 

"Alright, talk to you later." He got up from the sofa and picked up his shoes laying in the corner. "See you later Liam." He said as he walked through the kitchen and I heard the front door close. 

"Hey what's going on?" I leaned off the railing and looked at Zayn. 

I smirked at him, "Remember our plan?"

"Yea?" A smile growing on his face. 

"It's in motion." 

"Fantastic," he said speaking a little louder now from the kettle creating a loud whistle in the kitchen. "She's sleeping." 

"And she walks right into the palms of our hands," I smile than place a hand on Zayn's shoulder before strutting to the room of Shiloh Mackenzie, with Zayn following closely behind. 

Again sorry for the short chapter! I hope you enjoyed! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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