"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."


21. boston

~~one year later~~

"Boston, you can't sleep away your days all the time."

"Mom," I started. I stood on the balcony of my mom's oceanfront home in Long Beach. This is where I lived forever. California was my home, my only home and now the wind was getting warmer. The sun hotter, but it was early in the morning and therefore the sun has yet to rise. I still had sleep in my eyes, only waking up a couple minutes before.

My blanket from my bed was folded over me as my dirty blonde hair fell behind me, curling around my neck at times due to the wind. 

"Darling you can't hide all the time," she continued as she stood beside me. My mom was my height and we shared hair color and the same eyes. 

"I can try, can't I?" I looked towards her. 

"Your brother went back this morning. His flight for London was a couple hours ago."

"Good he can continue to lie," I looked out onto the crashing water as it hit the shore.

"Do you honestly think that's the best idea? Have your brother lie so harshly to that boy? He deserves to know the truth."

"He deserves to love someone unbroken," I said quickly after her statement. 

"You aren't broken," she said as she pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

"Then what am I Mom? A girl who can't stand to look at her own skin. Skin that only holds memories." 

"Boston, that wasn't your fault and it wasn't Liam's."

I exhaled and as I was about to say something the phone rang. My mom turned and went to pick it up.

"Hello?" I could hear her faintly over the noise of crashing waves. "Boston?"

I turned to face her. 

"It's for you."

"I'm not here," I said quickly. 

"She's not here John, must've stepped out. I will let her know. Goodbye," she hung up the phone and I already knew who was on the other line. "Boston that was your father."

Bingo. I rolled my eyes, "I don't want to talk to him."

"Good you don't have too, but I'll pack your bags."

I turned, "What?"

"You won't get off your depressed ass, I'll help you. You leave for D.C. in a couple hours."

"He's in America?" 

"Only for you." 

"Ugh," I walked back inside closing the balcony doors, feeling a storm appearing in the sky. "I'm not going to D.C.," I started. "Besides I'm going to the festival in Laguna tonight."

"The others left for that festival hours ago. You're not going anywhere but LAX." 

"Mom why are you doing this?" 

She came closer with a slight smile. Her hands stopped on either side of my face and then went to my shoulders. "I just want what's best for you, Boston. I won't make you go to England, but I will make you visit your father while he's here." 

"Then I will be allowed to come back home?"

"You're my daughter, the door will always be open for you. This is your home, but Boston it's not healthy for you to be locked up like you are."

I exhaled slowly.


"Call me when you land," said Mom as she handed over my luggage. 

"I will," I said, taking my luggage and plane ticket. "I won't be staying all that long."

"He's only here for three days, that can't be too long, right?"

"I guess not." 

"Gate for Washington D.C. is closing in ten minutes," a woman over the intercom spoke.

"See you soon, Mom," I said to her.

"I love you, Boston," she placed her hands around me and we embraced in a hug before I headed towards the gate and she headed towards the car. 

"Love you too," I said back to her.

I headed towards the gate and handed my ticket over. My parents have never been married, but yet they made two kids out of it. 

Instead I sucked it up. I haven't seen my dad in forever and he is in British politics. I don't understand them and it's one of the many reasons why I stay away. He talks about Her Majesty and Parliament and all that I don't understand. 

So as I place my luggage aside and sit in my assigned seat, thankfully the window seat, I realized that the last time I was on a airplane was when I was half-shredded from a bullet going through my body. It didn't make my journey any more pleasant but I put the thought back in my head and fell asleep. 


Taking a taxi to my dad's hotel was never the plan. He was supposed to pick me up, but he had an urgent phone call from the Majesty herself. Yea whatever. So I took a taxi to the expensive, classy looking hotel where I immediately felt out of place with my jean shorts and baggy tee shirt. 

I went to the desk and was greeted with a plastic smile by D.C.'s finest upper class. 

"Hello Miss," she smiled wider. "Sorry, but we don't offer teenagers to stay in the hotel during the summer or unaccompanied by an adult."

"Hi," I looked at her name tag. Kim. "Kim, is it. I would really just love the hotel room my father is staying in."

"And your father?"

"John Cameron, and when he called me a couple minutes ago he said he was having a very important phone meeting with Her Majesty. I would hate to interrupt that just because I couldn't get into my hotel room."   

Kim swallowed and then quickly typed into the computer and soon producing a room key. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Cameron. He's on the twelfth floor."

"Thank you," I said after taking the key and walking away. Again I repeat, D.C.'s finest upper class. I went to the elevator and when the doors opened there was no button for the twelfth floor. 

I rolled my eyes, seeing my dad got a private suite. I swiped my card inside the scanner allowing me to go the twelfth floor. I got my ID and luggage ready, knowing what was coming for me.

The doors opened and just like I predicted, security guards were scattered all over the place. I guess my dad did good in the polls. 

I held my driver's license up to the security guards and they took it from me. 

"Long time no see," I said sarcastically. "Kenny still here?"

"Is that Boston?" I looked forward to see who I was talking about. 

Metal scanners were running up and down me as Kenny came closer. 

"Hi Kenny," I said. "So I guess my dad's doing great with politics."

He laughed as he crossed his arms. "He did pretty good."

I was given back my license and I put it back in my wallet. "I swear he turned into the president last I saw him."

Kenny opened the door to the suite. "Actually he's pretty close."

"What?" I smiled towards him.

"Yes, I understand Your Majesty," said my dad at a round table. He still dressed in suites and kept his hair nice.

"He's the prime minister." 

"You're joking," I said back to him, but Kenny just smiled before closing the door leaving me with my father. 

"Yes, yes, that's perfectly fine," my father continued on the phone. His accent was strong, stronger than what I remembered. He looked towards me and smiled, pulling a seat out for me to sit on. 

I sat down and looked at the scattered papers. Taxes, security, money issues, calendar of events. My dad did everything. 

"Thank you Your Majesty. Very well, goodbye." He hung up the phone and I raised an eyebrow.

"You've gotten popular," I said to him. "Prime Minister?"

"Nice to see you too, Boston. Some things have changed, but I agree with your mother, you can't be locked up forever. Especially after what happened in Belgium. I've talked to Simon the mentor of One Direction and straightened some things out."

"You've talked to them?!" I stood up, unable to be close to him.

"Of course, I've grouped with them in many different organizations. I've known them forever. You're mum has told me a lot of what's going on, and about Liam Payne."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Leave mom to ruin everything."

"She didn't ruin anything. Actually Simon has told me the same. Boston you can't ignore the boy. He deserves to know you are a lot better than how he left you a year ago. Or are you doing all this because he left you."

"Why else Dad?" I was lying though. I've become stubborn since I've healed from the accident. "I just don't think he would like me the same after he saw the differences."

"What that scar you keep hidden under that shirt?" He reached forward and tugged on my shirt playfully. 

"Yes," I back away from him. "What guy could love a girl with such a hideous thing on her skin?"

"What are you talking about? I love you, Eric loves you and we're guys."

"You're family."

"Boston, you've become so stubborn." Jackpot! One point for Dad. "But how do you know Liam won't accept you because of a scar?"

"I know Liam."

"No, you remember Liam. You haven't seen him in a year, he's probably changed."

"I doubt it. What is this anyway? Intervention Boston Day? I'm not going back over there. I don't want to see him."

"Well you're out of luck," he said as he stood up. "We leave tomorrow morning."

"What? To go where?"

"Well I had my meeting with the president this morning, there's nothing else I have to do here. I do have to get back home though. That phone call just proved that."

"Good then I can go back to California."

"No, you're coming with me."

"You can't do this."

"Actually as the Prime Minister of England, I command you to leave America and go to England with me. Remember it is your home, Boston." 

"I can't believe you played that, you use your abilities very well. Commanding your daughter to leave the country and England is not my home. I was conceived there, I wasn't born there."

"What other lies has your mother told you?"

"That you like making cupcakes and wearing pink polka dot underwear."

"Now she's just being mean," he laughed. "It's nice to have you back Boston. You might hate me for a little because I'm making you come with me, but it will do you some good. Besides Liam is dying to meet you again."

"I'm meeting him there?"

"If it was my way," he started. "He would be here, but I actually thought about my own daughter," he finished sarcastically. "He won't even know you are in England until you want to tell him."

"What if I never want to tell him."

He exhaled, "That's your choice, but for now you are entering England completely invisible."

I wish it was that true.

Please comment, like, and favorite! Not my favorite chapter but it will do! Morgan x

ps: obviously the real Prime Minister {David Cameron} doesn't have a daughter named Boston or a son named Eric, but it adds to the story. I did change the first names, but I kept the last.

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