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}


15. Storms

"Georgia!" The boys all yelled at once. Last night the concert went as planned. Niall felt better and I convinced him to go to the concert. 

We both could tell Paul knew something was up and kept us separated most of the night. 

We were all gathered in the dining room with a telephone in the middle of the table. Simon was telling us our next location. We were headed to Georgia. 

"Yes, welcome to the Southern states boys," said Simon. "Have fun with the Georgia Peach."

"Georgia Peach?" Louis asked. 

"That's what they call girls," I said. 

"Why?" Louis continued. 

"They are sweet and innocent like a peach? I don't know," I laughed. 

"I'm sure we could make rebels out of a few," said Harry. 

I rolled my eyes as Harry and Louis high-fived. 

"Boys you'll be leaving tonight. I hope you all enjoyed New Jersey," said Simon. "Have fun in Georgia. Bye."

"Bye!" We all yelled into the phone at once. 

"Alright, you heard the boss," said Paul. "Go get packed, we leave in twenty minutes." 

Then we raced up the stairs to get packed.


"We are experiencing some weather problems. Sorry everyone but we'll have to take a detour," said the pilot. 

"Paul, what is he talking about?" Liam asked. 

We were all sitting in our seats with our seat belts tightened as far as they would go. I looked out my window, the dark clouds and lightening. I quickly looked away and closed my eyes. 

"Shiloh are you alright?" I heard Niall yell across the plane, even though we weren't allowed to talk he didn't care. He was worried about me more than some stupid restraining order. 

"Umm," I said. 

"Niall sit down!" Paul yelled. 

Before I knew it Niall was sitting next to me and holding my hand. I looked at him and forced a smile. 

"It's alright," he said. 

"Oh, I know," I tried to brush off the situation. "No, this is scary. Wanna know another one of my crazy paparazzi stories?"

He chuckled, "Sure." 

"I was eleven, and I was flying from London to Scotland for a Gerald Butler sighting."


"You know that plane crash that landed in Manchester? Yea I was on it. Twelve broken bones."

"Shiloh," he started. "You've gone through everything. Come here."

He loosened my grip on the armrests and he wrapped his arms around me. I hid my face on his chest and I could hear his heartbeat. It was soothing.

The rhythm. 

The steady beat. 

Beat beat...beat beat...beat beat...

I fell asleep in his arms. 


"Shiloh," I heard my name and I slowly stirred. I was leaning on someone's shoulder. "Hey, we are in North Carolina." Niall placed his hand on the side of my face. "You slept through the entire thing." 

"Why North Carolina?" 

"Storm is too strong, so we're spending a night here." 

"Alright," I looked out the window. It was down pouring. 


I looked back at him, "Ready as I'll ever be." 

He smiled, "Good, let's go." 

The boys were already making their way down the plane stairs and into the SUV. Niall gave me his hoodie and I placed it over my head as I ran down the stairs and looked for Eric. He had the door opened for me so I glanced once more at Niall, smiled, and got into my own car. 

We left Raleigh-Durham International Airport, "Where are we staying?" I asked Eric. 

"Umstead Hotel, it's in a town called Cary about twenty minutes from Raleigh." 

Ten minutes later Eric pulled into the Umstead Hotel and here in North Carolina news traveled fast. Girls surrounded the hotel and police pushed them back. My car was the first to pull up and Eric got out of the car and went to the back. He pulled out my suitcase and duffel bag which contained my cameras. 

Then he went to my side and opened my door. I stepped out of the car and I heard my name from everywhere. I was ushered inside and stayed in the lobby. 

"Eric, give me my camera bag. Outside is insane," I said as he dropped my camera bag on one of the couches in the lobby and I unzipped it. I pulled out my camera just as I saw the boys' car pull up. "Let's go," I said and Eric followed me outside. 

I took pictures as the boys came inside then I decided to stay outside and take pictures of the fans. 

"Shiloh! Shiloh!" My name was being screamed from everywhere. 

"Shiloh?!" I looked down and saw a smaller girl appear. 

"Summer!" I looked up to see her older sister appear at the police line. 

"Summer?" I looked back down at the little girl. 

"Welcome to North Carolina," said Summer. 

"I'm sorry, she's a huge fan of you and the boys," said her older sister. 

"It's not big problem. Come with me," I said to Summer and her eyes lit up. "Eric, help her," I said as Eric helped Summer's sister through the police line. I let my camera fall around my neck as I picked Summer up in my arms. 

"What's your name?" I asked her sister. 

"Breyia Reed. My little sister and I love One Direction and of course you," she said. 

"Oh, thanks," I said. "How old are you?" Summer held up her fingers to display seven. "Seven!" 

"Ms. Mackenzie, Paul is asking for everyone to meet in the ballroom," said Eric. 

"Oh, sorry," said Breyia. "Come on Summer." 

"No!" Summer yelled as she tightened her grip around my neck. 

"Summer," started Breyia. 

"It's alright. If you both are such big fans, I have five boys who would love to meet you," I said and Summer squealed. 

We followed Eric to the ballroom and he opened the door for us. 

"We'll be staying one night here in Cary," said Paul to the boys. "Our plane will be leaving tomorrow night." 

"Oh my gosh!" Summer screamed in my arms. I put her down and she ran to the boys. Harry crouched down and picked her up.

"Who is this?" Harry asked. 

"I'm Summer," she said. "I already know you, Harry Styles." 

"Well nice to meet you Summer," said Harry. 

"Hi, sorry about my little sister," said Breyia. 

"No big problem," said Louis. "What's your name?"

"Breyia, we're from Raleigh and as soon as Summer heard you all were staying in Cary she made me drive here." 

"So you aren't a big fan," Louis implied.

"No, I'm a big fan," she said. 

"No she isn't!" Summer yelled. "She likes The Wanted!" 

"Summer!" Breyia yelled. "I like both groups equally." 

They all erupted in laughter. "No worries, love," started Louis. "We won't tell." 

"Seriously, I love you guys," she said. "Summer just thinks she's the ultimate fan."

"Because I am!" Summer yelled in Harry's arms. 

"You'll fit right in around here," I said as I walked up beside Breyia. I smiled at her as she smiled back. I could get used to a girl around here. 

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

Breyia is dedicated to one my readers :) 

much love, Morgan .xx

PS I made up the plane accident with Shiloh :)

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