If We Were A Movie(Liam Payne)

~Chapter Two~

~Ava's P.O.V.~

"Hi can I get one chocolate mocha?" I asked the teenage girl behind the counter at Starbucks. I looked back down at my lines on the thick white booklet.

I read the lines over and over, trying to memorize them, but my mind seemed to be else wear. Ever since I told Perrie all about my lunch date with Liam, I was more and more excited to see him the rest day.

I was on my way to shooting, and it was early in the morning, so I didn't have to worry about mobs of fans or paparazzi.

The girl handed me the warm cup. I paid her, before replying a thanks. I looked down at my boots, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, before walking out of the shop.

I walked down the street, keeping my head down, blocking out the wind, and potential paparazzi. I was seconds for pulling the glass door open, before someone beat me to it.

"Good morning love." Liam smiled warmly at me, before opening the door for me.

I blushed, before smiling graciously at him, and walking into the studios. I looked back down at my script. I read the line over and over again.

You can't change fate.

"Hey I was wondering, are you OK with page 43?" Liam said uneasily, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I scrunched up my nose, cocking my head to the side, not knowing what he is talking about. I turned to page 43, and read. My breathe was caught in in my throat as I kept reading.

So apparently, we have a very heated make out session, leading to my shirt to come off.

"Oh it should be fine, I will get my stunt double to cover that part." I waved it off, as Liam and I stepped off of the lift.

He looked almost, disappointed?

"The whole scene?" He muttered, almost whining.

I laughed. "No, just the part when my shirt is peeled off." I said, making him smirk.

"Good morning Ms. Claire, Mr. Payne." The doorman greeted us.

I smiled at him, and Liam nodded.

We walked into the studio, and admittedly all of the make up artists rushed to us. I waved to Liam, as I was pushed into my dressing room.

"Ava darling." My stylist said, as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

"Hi Chris." I giggled.

She straightened my hair, before French braiding the front of my hair back, before pinning it to the back of my head. She picked out my outfit, and I changed, loving what they pulled.

It was a white dress, that fell down to my mid thigh. They paired it with a wool, cream colored sweater, and black tights. Chris slipped a long necklace over my head, before handing me a pair of ankle boots.

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing out my dress. I leaned in closer, inspecting my simple, yet flawless make up.

"Are you ready Ms. Claire?" A women with a black headset on her head, asked me as she cracked open the door.

I smiled sweetly at her, before backing away from the mirror. "As ready as I will ever be."

She laughed, before opening the door wider for me to exit into where we would be shooting for the next couple of months.

I saw Liam across the room, and he waved at me. I laughed silently, before waving back. He made funny faces at me, as the director was talking to me, making it hard to not burst out laughing.