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}


31. Sleeping Beauty

I sliver of light spanned across the dark room. I was still tired from yesterday. It was rough and trust me I enjoyed it, but I couldn't bring myself to get up so I just kept falling asleep. I remember kissing Niall this morning and I thought it was his lips against mine as I slowly rose from my slumber. 

It was still dark and I kept my eyes closed, wanting to enjoy the secrecy, the mysteriousness. He placed a hand on the back of my neck as I became flustered by his touch. I started to moan against his lips and I begun to feel his other hand reaching under my shirt. 

I let him continue as he gently squeezed my breast causing me to moan even more as I fell back onto the bed, pulling him with me. He crossed my cheek and begun to kiss my neck as his fingers glazed down my sides and escaped in between the fabric and skin. He was caressing me as his index finger rubbed against my clit. My head slammed against the bed as my fingers dug into the duvet, pulling the fabric into my fist. 

He stopped for just a second and let me pull my shirt over my head. He began right away to continue to kiss down my collarbone and onto my stomach. Without warning his fingers slid inside of me, thrusting quick and hard. I moaned louder as I intertwined my fingers into his hair. That's when I knew something wasn't right. 

I didn't feel Niall's soft bleached strands underneath my fingertips. I felt defined, thick curls--.

"What the fuck?" I tried to sit up but I was forced back down by another set of strong arms. I looked up and saw Zayn above me, holding my arms above my head. I tried to close my legs to make it stop but Harry forced me open and in response I let out a scream. 

I was quickly shut up with Zayn's lips over mine and Harry's fingers continued to slide in and out of me. I would not let this go further. I would not. I started to move, trying to get free. 

"Stop struggling Shiloh," said Harry in a hoarse voice, pushing my legs further. I began to whimper as Zayn started to kiss down my neck with his hand held tight over my mouth. 

I didn't want this at all, but right when I attempted to get away Harry would curl his fingers causing me to roll my eyes back in my head. He knew he had control over me, he knew every sweet spot on my body.

Stop it, Shiloh. You need to get out of here.

I bit down on Zayn's hand. Hard.

"ARRGGHH!" Zayn yelled pulling his hand away from me. "Fuck, she bit me."

I didn't waste anymore time because I knew Harry was going to soon take Zayn's place and he wasn't going to be nice about it. 

"HELP!" I scream. "HELP! HEL--!" Harry closed his hand down on my mouth, so hard that it was becoming harder for me to breath. 

"Zayn take over," he said to him and I glanced at Zayn as he nodded and begun to glide his fingertips on my inner thighs. 

"You like that, don't you?" Harry growled down at me and I searched his eyes for some remorse. I couldn't find any. "You fucking slut. Do you like fucking anyone you can get your hands on, hmm? Do you like making everyone's life a living h--?"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry's and I's heads snapped towards the door as Zayn hands vanished from my skin. Harry's hand also escaped from my mouth. 

"Liam," I breathed. 

"Go away Liam," said Harry. "We have some business to take care of."

"I don't think so," said Liam as he walked closer. "Out!" 

Zayn didn't ask twice as he quickly left the room, but Harry wasn't going to be that easy. 

"You too you fucking bastard," said Liam. 

"I'm not going anywhere, right sweetie," Harry looked down at me and smiled. Anger flared in my eyes as I decided to use whatever I could to my advantage, and in that second I could only think of one thing. I spit in his face, which caused him to double back. 

"You fucking little cunt," he breathed as he wiped his face, and once cleared he used his hand and smacked me across the face. 

"That's enough! Get the fuck off her!" Liam yelled as he yanked Harry from the collar and pulled him off the bed. I turned on my stomach as he rolled off me. I didn't know how weak I actually was. 

"This is none of you business!" Harry yelled back. 

Liam reattached his hand on Harry's shirt and pulled him close. Liam almost doubling over him, intimidating him. "It is my business when it concerns a future member of this family. She's Niall's and if you can't get that through your thick head then you don't deserve to ever be loved the same way he loves her. Or how she loves him."

"She doe--."

"Shut it," he spoke forcefully. "I suggest you leave now unless you want to spend an extended time in the hospital." 

He let go of Harry's shirt and he stumbled back. He fixed the fabric over his shoulder and after throwing one more glance at me, he left the room. Once he was gone, Liam looked back at me. Walking closer to the bed and crouching down. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yea," I breathed. I didn't care that I was basically naked in front of him. I just wanted to feel safe and I had no idea where Niall was so I was glad to have Liam here with me. 

"Here," he said as he reached for a folded duvet and placed it over me. "Go back to sleep and when you're ready I'll have food for you," he whispered as he gently let his hand caress my cheek.

"Th--Thank you, Liam." I stuttered as I gently closed my eyes. 

OMG!! Crazy chapter!!! Super Liam? haha

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Much love, Morgan xx

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