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}


27. We Need To Stop

Niall's POV

I heard Shiloh upstairs with Zayn. They were laughing and running back and forth through the hallway. I had no idea what was going on, but I was too busy watching Harry. He sat back on the sofa with his iPhone in his hand, acting like nothing was wrong. 

I still had the urge to re-break his already broken nose. I wanted him to feel all the pain I've gone through because of him. The door slammed upstairs and I slightly glanced that way.

"You should go check on them," said Harry, without looking at me. 

"I'm not talking to you nor do I care about your opinion," I said. 

"I'm just saying things have gotten a little quiet upstairs," he said. 

I took another nervous glance towards the stairs. Fuck. I got up from the sofa and saw a smirk appear on his lips. 

"Shut it," I said. 

"I didn't say anything," he replied as I headed for the stairs. I walked slowly and saw one of the doors slightly ajar. Zayn's room. 

I started to hear Shiloh's laugh then whispering. I walked closer, letting a line of illumination stretch down my face. 

Shiloh was laying on his bed with her hands behind her head as Zayn leaned on his side next to her. He let a finger run up and down her stomach and stopping right at the top of her jean shorts. I wanted to break that finger. I wanted to punch him, push him to the ground and force my anger out on him. 

I stayed behind the door though and watched. Waited. Listened. 

"What are you going to do about Harry?" Zayn asked. 

"I really don't want to be around him. Management won't even allow it. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Harry's on some type of drug."

"Medical purposes?" 

"No," she said. "Some type of illegal drug he's paying for." 

"You think?"

"Well his eyes are usually bloodshot, he talks nonsense and he won't show his arms anymore."


"He could be using injection," she said as she looked from him back to the ceiling. "Heroin." 

"Where would he find any of that?" 

"He was just in a hospital. Morphine is available like water. No doubt he has some type of supply." 

"Then what about Niall?" Zayn asked her. 

"What about him?" 

"You both still going to get married?" 

She exhaled, hesitant. "I'm not sure. I want to, because I love him, but I want him to stop treating me like a child."

I wanted to burst into that room and question her. What the hell is she talking about? I do not treat her like a child. I try to protect her, but isn't that what a boyfriend is supposed to do? Fiance? I have no fucking idea what I am to her anymore. 

"Us?" I left my thoughts and looked back at them. Us? What the hell? 

"Zayn I don't think there was ever an 'us'. Sure we had some amazing times, but I don't know what I would do if Niall ever found out about our late cigarette-filled nights. What if he finds out that we slept together? I couldn't hurt him like that."

"We can keep it our little secret," said Zayn. 

"No," she said. "We need to stop. We can't keep doing this. It's unfair and I need to break this off before you become to attached as well. Look at what happened to Harry after I left him. I'm Niall's." 

He let his head fall. "If you feel that's right."

"I do," she said. 

"There might be one problem though," he said. "I might have already become too attached." 

I didn't want to hear anymore. I turned away and went back down the stairs. Harry was no longer in the living room so I went to the kitchen where Liam, Louis, and Harry sat around the table looking over magazines that were freshly delivered this morning. 

"So?" Harry asked again not looking at me. 

"You fucking knew," I said. 

"Whoa," said Liam as he got up and walked closer to me, holding me back. "What's going on?"

"I'm going to kill you," I said through my teeth. "She's not some game piece you can all pass around." 

"What the fuck are you talking about Niall?" Louis asked. 

"Don't you all play stupid," I said. "How many of you had she slept with? Tell me." 

"What?!" Louis and Liam said at once. 

Harry smirked in front of me as he crossed his arms. "Me." 

I struggled against Liam but he kept a strong hold on me. 

Harry continued, "And you. And Zayn. And every other celebrity she can get her hands on." 

"This was all part of your brilliant plan, wasn't it Harry? You can't ever let anyone be happy unless your happy, right?" I pulled myself free of Liam. "Go fuck yourself Harry. You've screwed this band up more than anyone else could have. Please just do us all a favor and go away. You've done enough." 

I went to the front door, grabbing my keys on the way and headed out to one of the black SUVs that management provided us. Cameras flashed as I left from the suite in Miami. I wish I could drive into the ocean and bury my fury in the sand, but I couldn't. 

Instead I went to a pub and sat in the corner and drank as many pints as my body would allow. Until I was swimming in alcohol. 

Ohh my! Niall knows! What do you think's going to happen?

Please comment, like, and favorite!! 

Much love, Morgan .xx

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