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}


7. Meeting Alexa

"Where are you going?" Louis asked Harry. 

We were sitting in the lobby and for safety reasons, security let me sit with the rest of the band but I had to sit next to Liam and Niall sat as far away as possible. After the signing we came back and got ready to go for dinner. Harry finally made it back down to the lobby in a suite. 

"I'm taking the girl from the restaurant out for dinner," he said. 

"You are actually doing it?" Zayn looked up at him.

"I made a promise to her, so yes Zayn I'm actually doing it," he then looked to Paul. "Can I get a car to take me to Manhattan?" 

"Ugh, I guess so Harry but you're taking security with you," he said. 

"Deal," said Harry as he buttoned his blazer. 

I was happy that Harry was going out with a girl, not like he wasn't seeing multiple a night. We all knew though that he was just doing this so he looked good. That's all the new Harry cared about...his appearance. Don't ask why he changed, but ever since he was arrested it was like he went in as nice Harry and came out as bad ass Harry. 

So as Harry jumped into his own car I was allowed to go with the other lads. I had to where a disguise and fake my accent but it was worth it. 

Harry's POV

I gave the directions to the Eric. Paul gave me Shiloh's security, but I didn't care. We headed into Manhattan and he pulled alongside the curb outside an apartment. I got out of the car after Eric already got out and made sure I was safe. 

I pressed the buzzer. 

"Hello?" It was a sweet voice that answered. 

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles--." I didn't get to finish.

"Alright, I'll be right down," she said and I smiled. I liked making a girl squeal in excitement whether it be for dinner or in bed. "Hi."

The door opened and there she stood. She had long dirty blonde hair that was curled down her back. She was wearing a slim skirt that I could just hardly see past her long coat. My eyes went to her pink lips then to her blue eyes. Blue eyes I could fall into. 

"Hi," I said. "I'm sorry but I never got your name."

"Alexa Sterling," she said. 

"Well, Alexa are you ready to have the best night ever?" 

She just smiled back as I opened the car door for her. I got in and then Eric drove us to our first stop. Dinner in Central Park. 

Shiloh's POV

"GOAL!" Louis yelled as he high-fived Zayn. 

"Louis if you throw one more fucking carrot, things are going to get bad," I said as I was reaching for a carrot that made it down my shirt, the same carrot they were celebrating over. Boys. 

"I can take it," said Louis.

"No! No food fights," said Paul. 

We weren't at any fancy restaurant. We were at Red Lobster in Times Square in a back room and on the verge of starting a food fight. 

I grabbed a french fry from my plate and threw it back at Louis. 

"Oh this is on like Donkey Kong," said Liam and within minutes we were on a full-fledged food fight. 

I was throwing pieces of biscuit as Niall starting throwing mashed potatoes. I could feel the food getting stuck in my hair and on my clothes but I didn't care. If Louis wanted a food fight he was going to get a food fight. 

That's when I took Niall's chocolate cake dessert and smashed it right onto his face. That was the ending moment, because after that Louis asked for truce and we got kicked out. 

We all made our way back into the car sticky and covered with food. 

When we got back at the hotel we were laughing and making fun of each other as people just stared as us the entire way to the elevator. 

"Shiloh, you can come with us because Eric isn't back yet."

I took the elevator with them and I went into Liam's room because Paul wouldn't allow me to go with Niall. Once everyone was washed and no more food was stuck to us we all met in the big room that the hotel gave to us. It was filled with games and movies. 

Louis and Zayn decided to by a football game as we all sat around and watched. This was how our evening went, but my mind wouldn't wander away from Harry. I just wondered what he was doing. I didn't know why I cared though. 

Harry's POV

"Just take my hand," I said to Alexa. We had just put on ice skates and made our way onto the ice. 

"Harry, I don't usually skate," she said. 

"I'm won't let you fall, I promise," I said and she took my hand. She let go of the wall and I held onto her. 

At dinner we talked for ages, and I couldn't believe that I might actually be falling for this girl. Yes, she was a fan, but she didn't treat me like the Harry Styles. She treated me like a normal guy and I liked that. 

Now as we made our way around the ice rink, I looked at the side of her face as she looked at the ground trying her hardest to stay on her feet. I smiled as she tried to concrete on the ice. 

"Alexa," I said. 

"Mm?" She didn't look up at me. 

"Look here," I said and I slowly came to a stop. 

She looked up at me. "Yes, Harry?" 

Without saying anything else I placed my lips on hers. How could I be falling for this girl? 

She took my mind off Niall and Shiloh and that's why I liked her. That's why I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. 

We leaned back from each other just a little bit and she breathed the most exciting word I ever heard her say. 


I hope you guys enjoy Alexa. She'll be hanging around for a little bit. Thanks for reading.

Please comment, like, and favorite!!!

Also I have gotten a lot of people wanting to be in the story! I'm so glad you all enjoy this story! I will try my hardest to add everyone in the story but if I can't I'm sorry! 

Thanks again. Much love, Morgan.xx

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