Take My Heart (Liam Payne)

Chapter 4: Take Your Hands Off of Me

Take Your Hands Off of Me

An hour later, I found myself exiting a Taxi in front of Ed’s house. Man, I’ve got to get myself a car sooner or later. Hell, if I could handle more than one movie at a time, I’d be making enough for a personal driver. No, you know what? I’d want my own car, so I could run Tristan over.

He’s a douche for thinking he could control my actions. It’s a sex scene, not a full porno. It’s not like he’d actually put his hot dog in my keyhole. Whatever. This is Saturday; it’s about Ed and I, which is why I’m here, so Tristan can leave my mind as soon as I enter the house.

I walked into the house, not bothering to knock. The second I made it passed the doorframe, I slammed the door behind me and headed for the kitchen. If Ed wanted me, I’d be devouring his freezer.

“Isyss?” I heard him shout from the living room.

“I’m getting ice cream.” I’d been here too many times and I was a little too comfortable in his house. He knew to keep the freezer fully stocked.

“You alright?” Only a total idiot would be blind to the concern in his voice.

I wasn’t blind; I was ignorant. “Fucking fantastic!”

I opened the freezer door and pulled out a gallon of whatever he was harboring. Mint Chocolate Chip? Perfect.

With a shovel spoon in hand, I walked into the living room. I knew the boys would be coming over, but I didn’t expect them to be here already. You know what? I don’t even care. I just want ice cream.

“Ice-T!” Louis shouted, standing up to hug me.

“Yea, hey.” It was difficult, but I managed to ignore his look of disappointment before I slumped onto the couch, my head falling onto Ed’s lap while my feet kicked up on the arm rest. “Feed me.”

He grabbed the shovel spoon from my hand and opened the ice cream. Ed knew how frustrating filming can get, especially this close to the end, so he never questioned my coping techniques.

Doubting Ed’s loyalty to me was a tough thing to do especially when he never failed in digging down to find my secrets. “What happened on set, love?”

“I hate myself that’s what happened,” I told him, patiently waiting for him to feed me.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” I snapped, looking at him like he was a common idiot. “I want some fucking ice cream.”

One thing I loved about being so close with Ed was that he didn’t take my sass personally. One thing I hated about being so close to Ed was that he read me like an open book, and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving the house without explaining myself.

I got about three spoonfuls of ice cream before the dumb boy band started talking. “Is everything okay, Isyss?” The urge to call him Blondie suddenly arose, but I ignored it.

“Just perfect,” I managed to respond with some mint chocolate chip still in my mouth. I swallowed it before opening my mouth for more. Ed managed to give me some with only a chuckle.

“You sure?” Louis asked, giving me a look that could easily be classified as constipation, but was probably just him being concerned. “You look a little angry.”

“Oh, gee,” I managed to snap in between bites of ice cream. Heavenly, heavenly ice cream. “Who the fuck invited Louis Tomlinson: Ace Detective?”

“She’s sassy too,” Harry managed to sneak in without fearing for his life.

Don’t worry, he’d be fearful soon. “You’d better shove those curls into your mouth before my foot beats them to it.”