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}


9. Lick The Cream Off My Skin

Warning: If you haven't guessed from the title this chapter is going to be dirty! Viewer discretion is advised.. Much love, Morgan .xx

"ONE DIRECTION! ONE DIRECTION!" The crowd was cheering as the boys prepared to go on stage. I was allowed to be in the first couple rows down in the crowd and backstage. I was't allowed to go on stage like every other press photographer. 

"Shiloh!" I was in the crowd and whenever a girl noticed me they would scream my name. I would smile at them and try my hardest to get pictures. Eric followed me making sure I was safe. Normally I don't like when he follows me but I was grateful because these girls could grab. 

That's when it started, the girls' screams got twenty octaves higher as Josh started to play the drums. The boys ran onto stage and started to sing 'Na, Na, Na.' 

After a couple of songs I decided to go backstage. That's where I met her. 

"Are you Shiloh. The famous Shiloh?" 

I turned to see a dirty blonde girl, just a little taller then me, but other than that. Total. Model. 

"Wait, are you the girl from the restaurant?" 

"Guilty. I'm Alexa Sterling," she said as she held out her hand for me. 

"Harry has told me so much of you," I said and she almost blushed. 

"Yea. So are these concerts always like this?"

"Crazy? Yes. Loud? No, it's usually louder." 

We ended up talking and I found out that Alexa wasn't all that bad of a person. Just a normal fangirl who found herself embedded in Harry's heart. Aw. 


After the concert we headed back to the hotel and Eric was quick to separate me from Niall and the rest of the boys.

I was getting dressed for bed when I heard stomping and running around upstairs. Who knew what the hell they were doing. I walked out into the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove. I waited patiently for the water to boil as my eyes glanced up at the ceiling. 

They were probably all on a sugar high, but I knew that Simon filled the rooms with alcohol so yea. Drunk British/Irish boys. Poor Paul. 

The kettle started to whistle so I took it off the burner and started to fill my mug which contained cocoa. I wasn't in the mood for tea, but that's when I heard my window opening. Since Niall stays in the room above mine we now keep our windows cracked just a little so they could be opened from the outside. 

"Hey," he said as he stumbled into my room. 

"Hi," I smiled back at him as I stirred my hot cocoa. 

"What are you making? It smells good," he said as he came closer. 

I laughed. "It's instant hot chocolate, not all that exciting. What are they doing up there?" 

"Harry and Louis are drunk."

Called it. 

"They're playing truth or dare and Louis dared Harry to run outside naked. Paul caught him," he walked over to my refrigerator. "You know what would taste awesome with that cocoa?"

I turned, "Wha--?" I was caught off guard as Niall sprayed the whipped cream from the bottle onto my face. I wiped the whipped cream from my face. "Niall Horan are we about to have a whipped cream war?" 

"It's on," he smirked and then I took the cream that was still in my hand and rubbed it in his hair. 

Soon whipped cream was all over us and the kitchen. "Ahh," I yelled as I started to slip on the cream and I took hold of Niall's arm, which only made things worse. He ended up on the floor with me and as he looked down at me I wrapped my hand in his shirt. 

I pulled him down to me and our lips connected. He rolled over and as I straddled him, he went into a sitting position. I pulled his shirt over his head as he did the same with mine. I looked down at him my hand tangled in his cream-covered hair. 

"I want you to lick the cream off my skin," I whispered. 

"Someone's being bossy," he said back. 

"Just turned on," I smiled down at him. He pulled me down to him and his lips moved from my lips down my neck. His tongue started at my collarbone and glided up my neck. 

He pushed me back onto the floor and Niall unbuttoned his jeans. I was so ready for him. It has been too long. 

I gasped as he thrust into me and my grip on his shoulders became tighter. He waited as I adjusted to his length. Then he began his movements, thrusting in as his tongue made a path on my skin. He held onto my leg right under my knee, giving him better access. 

I would have never thought that just a month ago, Niall was a virgin. Now he made me beg for him, beg for more. He could feel me tightening around him and he pulled me back up into a sitting position. He thrust once more inside of me and relaxed into his arms my head burring into his neck as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he caught his breath.  

"I love you Niall Horan," I whispered into his ear. I looked up into his deep blue eyes. 

"I love you Shiloh Mackenzie," he said. "But I have one problem."

"What is that?" 

"Your last name. I think it would sound better as Shiloh Horan," he smiled up at me. 

"Niall are you proposing?" 

"That depends. Do you want to be Mrs. Shiloh Horan?" 

My smile grew wide as I could feel tears, happy tears forming in my eyes. "Yes." I threw my arms around his neck. 

"Until we can make it public," he said as he placed his fingers around his clover necklace hanging from my neck. "This is my engagement ring to you." 

"What are we going to do about that?"

"An engagement ring? I'm sure I can afford--."

"No," I laughed at his confusion. "The restraining order?"

"I don't know. We'll have to wait until we get back in England," he said. 

I looked into his eyes. The eyes I have fallen in love with so many times. Nothing was going to hold me back. From him. From our love. From my love for him. "You know what?" 

"What?" A small smile appeared on his lips. 

"Screw it," I said. "Nothing can separate us." 

He slowly lay back on the hard kitchen floor. My finger glided with a puddle of whipped cream. He put his hand on the small of my back as I lay my head on his chest. 

"That sounds perfect to me," he whispered and then kissed the top of my head. 

Hope you enjoyed!!! Please comment, like, and favorite. 

Much love, Morgan .xx

Also thanks for being patient!

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