Maturity is a Choice

{Sequel to Age Is Just A Number}

It's been two and a half years since Ski became One Direction's photographer and Harry's new girlfriend. She's now seventeen, turning eighteen and she can now tell the press her and Harry are dating once eighteen. Also, the boys are going on tour in America and the boys and Ski are very excited but what happens when Ski gets jealous about all the girls Harry keeps hanging with, and Niall starts drinking to hide his feelings, and when Zayn finds a girlfriend that only wants his fame and money? Why don't you read to find out?


2. America, Here We Come

I pulled out two purple suitcases, the ones I used when I very first moved to England. I knew I couldn't pack everything because I still needed to pick and outfit for tomorrow and the flight.

I finally decided to choose two outfits, one for tomorrow and one for the flight. For tomorrow, I deicided to wear a white, red, and blue I <3 London t-shirt that the boys bought me for my seventeenth birthday and a pair of Wet Seal jeans. Along with navy blue TOMS and a One Direction bracelet. I wanted to go all out British because I was going to miss England so much!

The outfit for the flight is something pretty yet Ski-like. I put together a pair of Hollister jeans with a loose mint green, see through shirt. I put out brown flip flops and a mint colored diamond necklace on. I set them on top of my desk and continued to pack.

I put in all my cameras except one that I would put in my carry on. I packed the rest of my shoes and clothes and everything else that I might need.

I heard a small knock on my door, "Come in," I said not bothering to turn around.

"Hi love." Niall sat on my messy bed and looked up at me. I smiled down on him and took a seat next to him. I fell unto my back and sighed heavily from all this packing. It was tough work!

"So was Italy all that fun?" I asked.

"Yeah they have amazing drinks and-"

I shot up and stared at him, "Drinks as in, Alcohol?" I didn't know Niall even started to drink.

"Yup, but don't worry, I've only became drunk like three times out of the week there." he laughed but I didn't find this funny.

"Niall, drinking is bad for you and that's more than half of the time you were there!"

I started to get worried. I had alcoholics in my family. Mostly my grandparents and uncles but they all died in there early years, mostly drunk driving. I couldn't stand to think of the thought of Niall getting into an accident.

I guess he noticed the worried look on my face and let a hand rest on mine. "I'm fine Ski, I promise." he tried to reassure me.

"Can you please not drink in America? For the boys, the fans," I paused and looked him in the eyes, "for me?"

He sighed and gave me a peck on the cheek, "Anything for my Ski." he pushed me back down on the bed and walked out of the room leaving me there lost in my own thoughts.

Why would Niall start drinking? There has to be a reason. My three uncles did because their wife cheated on them, my grandfather did because he said he felt superior. I don't know but when boys drink, it's like they're a whole other person.


I ran downstairs to find the boys cooking dinner. Did I really spent the whole day packing? Well I did call Jasmine and we talked for a few hours.

I missed her voice, the way she laughed for no reason. She's doing absolutely amazing though. She still has her model job which is going to fantastic, she told me she's dating this guy named Andy. I told her that I needed to approve of him to see if he's actually worth it which caused her to laugh loudly over the phone. It was in the afternoon when I called her and she was at this house her parents bought her. I asked for the address so I could continue sending her amazing clothes from London itself but it was just a away to get to know where she lives so I could visit her personally.

Enough of Jasmine, Ski before you start crying. I listened to the little voice inside my head, and pushed out any thoughts of Jasmine.

"Mmmm, something smells good." I said skipping into the kitchen.

They all sent me a gentle smile except for Harry. He just came and picked me up, placing me on the counter. He gave a few quick pecks on my lips before we heard 'ewwwws' and 'gross' coming from the boys. We broke apart and laughed.

"What are you guys cooking anyway?" I walked over to Liam's side to see him cutting carrots and other weird-looking vegetables.

"I don't know really, we're just putting random foods together and see what kind of food we can bake." Louis replyed.

Well this is going to be interesting...


"This is really good!" I said shoving a spoonful of whatever this was into my mouth. The boys made some sort of noise while nodded up and down. I think they were trying to say 'mhm' but who knows.

We finished and headed to bed.

"I'm tired so I'm going to bed, night Harry." I kissed him goodnight a rolled over, putting my back between us.

It seems he fell asleep before me. I heard him snore lightly which made me giggle. I don't know why I couldn't sleep though. I was super tired from earlier but I guess I was too excited to sleep. It took only a few more minutes until I shut my eyes and fell asleep.


Before I knew it the next day already started and everything was chaotic. A few workers from management came over and explanied the tour dates. The first place was California so we had to leave around early evening, today instead of tomorrow, to get there a few hours before the concert started to have sound checks. Sadly, the last place was New York. But the best part was we get to stay there for three weeks to relax!

I put out all my suitcases in the front along with the boys. Zayn seemed to have more bags then I did. Probably one whole suitcase is full of hair products. I giggled at my little joke. This is going to be so much fun!

Sooner or later eight o'clock rolles around and we start packing into the van.

"Bye flat." I waved by to our little blue flat. I'm going to miss England so much.

I fell asleep on Harry's shoulder and got awoken with a soft nudge. "Wake up sleeping beauty, we're at the airport."

I rubbed my eyes and was quickly blinded with blue and white camera flashes. I totally forgot, I was traveling America with a famous boy band. Papparazi was going to be everywhere. Luckily we have the amazing Paul. I've grown a bigger relationship since I first moved here. It's like he's the uncle I've always wanted.

"Hey Paul, do you think I could get a piggy back ride?" I asked when he opened the back door to the van. He sighed and turned around while crouching. I clapped excitedly before jumping onto his back making him grunt.

"Is somebody getting old?' I asked giggling. "I could easily let you walk." he said. I know he wouldn't but I still kept my mouth shut the whole ride to the plane.

The boys were being trampled by screaming girls.

"OMG HARRY I LOVE YOU!" I heard one girl yell. Psh, back off, he's mine. I silently thought into my head.

These girls were crazy about them, like seriously. I went to there small concert in Sweden and many girls flashed them! Like who wants to see that? But it seems like the boys liked it, even Harry...

"Boys! No pictures or signing! Let's go!" Paul yelled at them. They hugged a few girls before running back to us.

We finally made our way onto a private plane. Cool. Paul let me down and ran over to a window seat.

Niall came and tookt the seat next to me. "If Harry asks, I called dibs on sitting next to you, He could sit with out when we head back home."

I nodded and as if on cue Harry walks in holding a.... a BRA!?

"Harry? What is that?" I asked pointing at the lacey thing hanging from his hand.

"Some girl through it at me." he shurgged. I tossed it at Zayn who was already half-asleep, when Paul carried me in, on the seat infront of us. He woke up startled and looked at the bra that was in his lap. His eyes went wide and looked around for an answer.

"I didn't do nothing, I swear!" he holds up his hands in defense. We all burst out laughing.

Harry walks over to our seat and sees Niall in his 'spot', I guess you could say.

"Well, what's this?" he asked crossing his arms.

"Sorry babe, Niall called dibs on sitting with me." I asked. Harry pouted and went to go sit next to Louis who was trying to start up a webcam.

"Well that went better than I thought." Niall said laying his head on my shoulder, "Wake me up when we get there." he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I grabbed my beats from my carry on and placed them on my head. I put there new album Take Me Home on repeat and fell asleep to these five boys beautiful voices.

"America, here we come."

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