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}

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34. Slut

"Slut," he said the word. 

I grew furious and came closer to him and let my hand smack him across the face. He didn't flinch, he didn't show any type of pain. 

"How. Dare. You," I sputter the words, I continued to hit him on his chest. "You don't even listen to my side--."

He took hold of my arms, ceasing me from hitting him. "I don't need to hear any side. I know exactly what's going on and you honestly think I would allow it to continue? You marry me and sleep with another man at night. You show all signs of being exactly what you are. A worthless slut." 

"I hate you." 

"Good," he said. "Now go run to your night expeditions. Go. Nothing's keeping you here." He let go of my hands and walked further into his flat. "I know why this wedding went so fast. That management made it happen so quickly."

I turned towards him.

"This entire wedding was just to cover up your sleepless nights, right? So the press doesn't find out about you sleeping around?" 

I was growing more and more angry by the second. "You don't know the reason, so don't act like you do." 

"Please just save me the pity story," he said as he peeled his jacket off and placed it over the sofa. "I have better things to do then to dwell over your apologies." 

"I'm not going anywhere, Niall," I said forcefully, sternly. 

He scoffed as he sat down on the sofa and turned on the television. Our wedding was plastered on every channel and I could see the anger flashing in his eyes just like it was in mine. 

I walked in front of him, blocking the television behind me, "You are going to listen to me and I'm going to tell you what's going on. By the end of it, if you still think I'm a worthless slut then fine I'll leave. But wouldn't you hate if you kicked out your newly married wife for a story you've never been told?" 

Sorry for the two shorter chapters!! 

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Much love, Morgan xx

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