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}


33. Telling Him My Secrets

"Welcome home, Mrs. Horan," said Niall as he held me bridal style in his arms over the threshold of his flat. 

He kissed me on the lips as he slowly dropped me to the floor. I was still in my wedding dress and he was still in his tuxedo and truthfully I wanted him to slowly unbutton every part of my dress as I glided every layer off of him. 

But I couldn't. 

Liam was right, I had to tell him sooner or later. Is the wedding night the really best time? 

Shiloh, if you don't do it tonight you never will. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize Niall's lips cascading down my neck. 

"N-Niall," I tried to say his name. 

"Mm?" He said as he placed another kiss at the hallow of my collarbone. 

"I have to tell you something." He immediately stopped and my eyes scrunched tight as I knew this was not going to turn out pretty. Maybe he would understand. Understand what? That two of his mates almost raped me? Yea. Maybe he would believe me and then go after them. 

There was no way getting out of this mess and I brought it upon myself. I could've told Harry 'no' years ago and had never had a relationship with him. Then the entire Zayn thing. Ugh, I'm ridiculous. 

"What's wrong?" He looked down at me, showing full concern. 

"I have...well, um...I have a secret. A couple weeks ago something happened," I looked from his chest to his eyes. 

"Yea?" He muttered, his voice almost cracking. 

"Harry and Zayn. It just went so fast--."

"Stop." He backed away. "Please don't tell me you continued to sleep with them."

"What?" I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. "No I didn't want it."

"Bullshit," he said. "I thought you changed after I took you as mine. After I proved both of them wrong. After I showed you that I could pleasure you better." 

"Niall, listen to me--."

"I'm tired of listening," he started. "You know, forget that, I should have listened to the media, the press. They kept saying that you would continue to sleep around. That you have burned yourself into the rest of the band. Is this just a game for you?"

"What--no!" I couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. 

"They were always right," he continued. "You are nothing but a true and disgusting--." 

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