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}


1. Prologue

Ahh, America. I boarded my very own plane that management had for me. Having the restraining order and still working for One Direction was hard, but we made do. I held onto Niall's clover necklace as it dangled around my neck. 

I knew I was going to have to stay in a different hotel and take pictures from the back of the arena during concerts, but I didn't care. I still loved these boys, but I would never think a sheet of paper would keep us all separated. 

According to that piece of paper I'm not allowed to talk, touch, or even look at Niall. Alright so we broke two of those already. I was bound to break the last one. 

I wanted to touch him, I need to touch him. To run my fingertips along his chest, his arms, and drag my fingers through his blonde hair. Ugh, I wanted--.

"Miss, miss," I broke out of my trance and looked at the stewardess. "Would you like anything? The plane will be taking off in five minutes." 

I was going to tell her that I need a certain blonde haired leprechaun, but I stopped myself. "Vodka," I said. Hey I was eighteen now, yea, that was my birthday gift from the great country of England. Niall's restraining order. Happy birthday to me. 

Anyway, if i would have to endure this seven hour plane ride alone I rather be drunk. 

Here we go! We're heading to America!!! The sequel to Meet Me In Battersea Park!!

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