If We Were A Movie(Liam Payne)

~Chapter Eight~

Ava's P.O.V.

"Cut." The director yelled, jumping up from his chair and waving his arms in the air.

I mentally rolled my eyes, before facing towards him.

"Ava, the line is Love finds a way, not Love has its ways." The director looked annoyed, almost like he was going to strangle someone any second.

"Got it?" He snapped angrily, making me nod my head briefly.

"Actually, she has the line right."

Everyone's attention turned towards Liam as he defended me.

I was silently cheering, but at the same time I didn't want him to get in trouble over me.

The director marched over to Liam, before dragging him off to the side.

Liam looked confident, like he knew he would win the battle.

I saw him pull out his script, before pointing at the lines.

He snatched the script from Liam's hands, before marching back over to his chair.

"From the top, and Action." He yelled, giving me no time to prepare.

We will never work, this isn't the movies

No, but it is love, and love finds a way.

"Cut."

I wanted to cry as the director stood up, yet again from his chair.

"The line is love has its ways." He sighed impatiently.

"Three, Two. Oh just forget it, we will start here tomorrow. I need an aspirin." I was relieved when he walked off the set, but I was still angry I was yelled at twice.

I gave Liam a soft smile, before hoping off towards my dressing room, to change out of my clothes.

"Hello lovely." Chris chirped, as I walked towards the make up chair.

"Hi." I grumpily muttered, before slumping down in the chair.

"Is the director throwing a fit again?" She giggled, before pulling my outfit off of a hanger.

I nodded furiously, before changing back into my clothes. Which consisted of a jean shirt, and a white skirt.

I slipped on my floral flats, before sitting back in the chair.

"I swear he hates me." I sighed, pulling my legs up to my chest.

"Sweetie, no he doesn't." She tried to comfort me.

I nodded, before taking some make up remover, and whipping the make up off of my face.

Plain and simple.

"He must if he tries to make me look like a prostitute." I said, making her sputter out a laugh.

"You look far from a prostitute." She wheezed, trying to contain her giggles.

"Do you see all of this make up he makes me wear. Or my clothes? Could you hand me my glasses, my contacts are driving me mad."

"Some one is in a mood today."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude." I sighed, before giving her a hug.

"Love you Chrissie." I cooed, kissing her cheek.

"Gross." She muttered, using the back of her hand to wipe her cheek.

I started taking my contacts out, before there was a knock at the door.