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}


20. Oh Fuck

Harry's POV

I woke up with the worse headache and no memory of last night. I sat up and placed my head in my hands. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Alexa woke up next to me and she pulled the sheet closer to herself as she placed her hand on my back. 

"Head," I said. 

"Oh, here," she started as she reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of aspirin. She shook the bottle allowing three of the little pills to fall into my hand. 

I swallowed the pills whole as she got up and pulled a tee shirt over her head. I could still she her naked arse, but I shook my head as I looked up at her face. 

"Where are we?" 

"Honestly, I have no idea." She picked up a paper tablet from the table and read aloud, "The Hilton." 

"Please say we are still in Georgia," I moaned as I fell back onto the bed. 

"Yea, we are right outside Atlanta," she said. "I'm going to order breakfast, want anything?" 

My eyes narrowed as I looked out the dark window, "What time is it?" 

"Um," she glanced at her watch. "Seven." 

"That better be morning," I said. 

"Sorry to disappoint," she said. 

"Shit," I got up from the bed and pulled on my clothing. My phone was still in my jean pocket, but it was dead. "I need a phone charger."

"Here," she said as she pulled hers out of her purse. "Harry, what's wrong?" 

"I have a concert at seven-thirty," I said as I plugged the charger into the wall then connected my phone. I gave it time to gain some type of battery then turned it on. I had ninety-three missed phone calls, seventy-five voice-mails, and almost two hundred texts. 

All asking where I was. 

"Fuck," I said. "I gotta go." 

After getting fully clothed I kissed Alexa goodbye and ran for the elevator. I soon grew impatient waiting for the elevator to come to our floor, so I took the emergency exit stairs. I ran down the stairs and out the lobby, reaching for my car keys. 

"Where the hell are my keys?" 

"Sir?" A man walked up to me in a hotel suit. 

"I'm looking for my car," I said. 

"We will get it for you, sir," he said. 

"No I have to leave now, please just give me my keys and tell me where it is," I begged. 

"As you wish, sir," he said. "Here you go, and your parking space in spot thirty-four, in that direction sir," he handed me my keys and soon I was off running. 

It only took me a short time to find my car and get onto the road that would take me to the arena. Forty-five minutes later I saw the big lights in the sky that were on the stadium. I pulled in and went to the back of the arena. Security pushed me inside and soon I was getting clothing thrown in my face as I undressed in the middle of everyone. 

Lou was doing my hair as another was tying my shoes onto my feet. 

"You are in so much trouble, Styles," said Paul. "We've already started, and they are singing Moments. You will be talking to Simon later."

"Whatever," I said under my breath and grabbed my microphone as I ran onto stage. The crowd erupted in applause and I held the mic in between my legs as I placed the ear pieces correctly. 

Then I started to sing my solo as the rest of the boys just stared at me. The song ended and we froze in our circle until racing off stage. 

"I'm going to kill you!" Liam yelled as he pushed me against a wall. 

"Liam!" Louis and Niall pulled him back. 

"If you don't give a fuck about this band then leave! This is my life and if you destroy it, I will destroy you!" Liam screamed at me and I was thankful for the crowd being so loud that they couldn't hear us arguing. "Take this serious! Take your fucking career serious!" 

He pulled free of Niall and Zayn and went to go get changed. Niall and Zayn just shook their heads as they also went to go get changed. 

"He's right, Harry," said Louis. 

I never expected Louis to be against me. "It was your idea to go out last night." 

"I begged for you to leave when I did," he said. "You were still on the dance floor with Alexa and I told you we had to leave before you both got too drunk to remember anything. So do you remember anything?"

"Yes," I couldn't believe I just lied to my best friend. 

He shook his head, "I know you still have feelings for Shiloh, but this is stupid. Even for you. Get over the girl, get your head on right and sing just like Simon made us. You're loosing yourself Harry and in the process you are loosing your best mates." 

He looked at me once more than went to go get changed. 

Then the rest of the concert was completely awkward with 3/5 of One Direction hating on me. As we were on the stage for the last song I looked down and I caught a glimpse of Shiloh. 

Louis was right. They were all right. 

I looked away from her and onto the other side of the stage. 

It was time for me to move on. 


"You are in deep shit," said Simon over the phone. 

"I know," I replied. 

I was sitting in a common space on my floor back in my normal hotel. Security was sitting beside me as I talked to my mentor. 

"What made you do such a stupid fucking thing, Harry? Don't you know better? What has gotten into you?" 

There was so many questions. "I'm not sure."

"This better not be about Niall and Shiloh." 

"Ugh," I groaned. 

"Don't you dare," he started. "They are engaged, and if you break this up I will strangle you personally. Publicity is great right now in England, and if you spoil it, I swear." 

"I get it Simon," I said. "I'm sorry, but I can't help it." 

"You are really willing to ruin your reputation, the band's reputation for an engaged girl?" 

I took a deep breath. I knew I should said no. I knew I should listen to all the boys, but this was my life. My love life, and it was time for me to listen to my heart instead of doing what other's were telling me to do. 

"If that's what it takes to get the girl, yes."

"You're an idiot," said Simon. 

"I'm tired of taking orders from everyone. I'm tired of everyone telling me to do the right thing. What if the right way is the wrong way?"

"Harry Styles if you ruin this, you can say goodbye to your career. Goodbye to--."

I dropped the phone on the chair and stood. Soon he knew I wasn't listening and I could hear my name being called on the other side of the phone. I walked down the hallway and Louis exited his room. 

"Mate, what are you doing?" 

I walked past him then thought better of it and turned back around. "This is my time."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm getting the girl."

"Let Niall win for once," he said. 

I rolled my eyes and then let my anger take control as I turned and punched Louis straight onto his nose.

Shattering the bones that lay there.

He fell to the floor and I could feel tears form in my eyes. 

"I loved her first!" I yelled. 

I walked away as security formed around Louis. I knew he was going to the hospital. I knew the rest of the boys would hate me. I needed to get away but I needed the one person to come with me. 

I made my way into the lobby and saw Shiloh coming in from taking pictures of the fans outside. I took hold of her arm, and pulled her back outside. 

"Harry, what the hell?! Stop it!" She pulled free of my grip and I turned to look at her. "What's going on?" 

She looked down at my hand and saw blood. Louis' blood. 

"We need to go away," I said to her. 

"You need to calm down," she said in a soothing voice. 

"Please come with me?" 

Shiloh's POV

I looked into Harry's emerald eyes. The first eyes I ever fell in love with. I didn't understand what was going on, but the way Harry looked at me, it was like he needed me. 

I didn't know where the blood came from, but I didn't question right away. I focused on trying for him to relax.

So, I gave in and nodded. We walked out with the screams of girls and pushed our way to his rental car. I got in and he started the car. 

"Where are we going?" I asked him.


My head snapped in his direction, "Home as in England?"

He nodded. 


"I can't stand to be here anymore. I just want to go home." 

"Okay," I muttered. He was a mental wreck. "If you need to go, we'll go home."

"You promise to stay with me?" 


"I never want you to leave me."

I placed my hand on his arm, "Harry, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." 

He seemed to calm down, I wasn't sure what his problem was, but I wanted him to calm down--gain control of himself. 

If that meant going back to England, I guess Niall will have to meet me back in Battersea Park. 



ohhh!! Harry's is like crazy right now! We're returning to England!! Only for a short time..promise! 

Thanks for reading! Please comment, like, favorite you get the gist! love ya all!

Much love, Morgan .xx

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