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}


36. Purples Boxes Containing Stars And Stripes

Hey everyone. I haven't been able to update because 1} my dog died this weekend and I just couldn't write :( 2} I'm currently taking all my mid-term exams because I'm going to the Caribbean for the next two weeks and won't be in class :) <-- Explain more later. Now enjoy my second to last chapter for Meet Me In America, please don't cry, but I think I'm gonna shed a tear.

I woke up the next morning still on the couch. The blanket wrapped tightly around me. The sun drowned the room and I squinted my eyes from the brightness. I looked away, pulling Niall's shirt up, and back over my shoulder. I looked away from the window and started to stand up from the soft sofa before me. 

I opened Niall's bedroom door. I was surprised that he wasn't cooking the entire refrigerator. I was surprised that he wasn't loud and obnoxious. I started to feel like I actually upset him, even though I told him the truth. 

I was scared that he did believe me, but continued to think that I was nothing but a slut. Sure I've made some pretty rough decisions and half the time I hate myself for even making the decision in the first place. I get so upset with myself knowing that I could've done something to upset him.

To make him run away. 

I opened the door and again the sunlight flooded the room. It was like the room was covered in a champagne colored paint. The duvet was fluffed and at first I thought he was still laying under the covers. I pull the fabric away and no Niall. I went to his window, pulled the curtain away and looked down. 

The obvious amount of fans, but I looked past them and I didn't see Niall's car. 

"What the fuck is going on?" I muttered to myself. 

I then went back to the living room and reached for my mobile. Dialing the memorized number, I put the phone to my ear. "Liam?" 


"Yea," he sounded confused, woken. "Sorry if I woke you."

"Nah, it's ten I should be getting up anyways. What's wrong? Why are you calling me internationally?"

"Internationally? What are you talking about?" 

"Aren't you--are you still in London?" 

"Yes," I started. "I woke up and no Niall. Is he over there?" 

"No," he grunted. "I can't believe he did this."

"Did what?" I was getting frustrated. I hate secrets. "Please tell me what the fuck is going on." 

"He didn't leave a note or anything?" 

"Liam--," I started. "Stop playing games and just tell me."

"I can't do that," he said. "You need to find the note."

"What fucking note?!" 

"Just look around, I'm sure it will turn up sooner or later."

"I know you know where he is, so why make it a big secret? I'm not playing some scavenger hunt." 

"Hide-and-seek," he corrected. 


"He's playing hide-and-seek." 

"This is childish. Why would he be doing something like that?" 

"I told you, you have to find the note," he said. "Good luck."


"Talk to you soon...internationally."

"Liam--!" I repeated. 

"Bye Shiloh," and then before I could say anything further the line disconnected and I was left with no answers and being beyond frustrated. 

I slammed my phone onto the couch, crossing my arms. I looked from the mobile to the coffee table, which has a glass top. I saw something white taped underneath the glass, my eyes narrowing I reached under the table and took the paper from the table. 

It was folded three times and once I unraveled it I read over the couple of lines:

"I'm sorry," Niall's sloppy writing stared back at me. "I want to make it up to you, so go to the closet and look for something new. It has everything you need. Hope to see you soon. Niall." 

I was confused at first, but Liam was right. He knew exactly what was going on and now that I have found the 'note' I have to complete whatever Niall wants me to do. This was all ridiculous in my opinion, but I went along with it and took the paper in my hand and walked into Niall's closet. 

The walk-in closet was filled with white tee shirts, and various trousers. I found a purple box on the floor, obviously out of place. On top was nothing but my name, Shiloh, printed again in his handwriting. 

I sunk to my knees, unsure of what I would find in this box. I took off the lid and on top of the tissue paper was a plane ticket for the One Direction private jet. Money, passport? 

My eyes narrowed again as I placed the items next to me and then pulling the tissue paper away I saw a dress in my grasp. 

Not a normal dress. An interesting dress with stripes and stars and when I lifted it from the box another piece of paper fell from the folded dress and onto my lap. I took the note and on the white paper read four little words. 

omg. So this is the second to last chapter!! Guys this story was such a roller coaster and so predictable even for me! And I wrote the damn thing!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed! Please comment, like, and favorite!!!

Much love, Morgan xx 

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