Take My Heart (Liam Payne)

Chapter 6: Take His Kiss

Take His Kiss

Tuesday came around, and it was time to film the scene. Tristan wasn’t happy that I was going through it, but I could care less. Honestly, unless he was uncomfortable with his body, I didn’t care about his opinions on the scene. He could pretend he was my guardian all he wanted, but that didn’t give him an excuse to watch over my every move.

I had my tattoo concealed with way too much makeup, and the nude stud replaced my lavender one. I was dressed in the white lace lingerie they handed me, with a deep red silk robe on top. I took a picture in my trailer’s bathroom mirror of my torso and sent it to Jeff, Noel, and Ed with the caption, ‘Harry is a genius.’

The time came for the filming to start, so I made my way on set. The writer’s talked it out and figured that they couldn’t portray Josh (Tristan)’s lack of genuine feelings without foreshadowing that he was the villain, so they rewrote the scene without words. In the editing, they’d put music over the scene. I suggested Ed Sheeran and they were thinking it over. So he may have to thank me.

As I got on set, I noticed Tristan looking angry. He was absolutely pissed that I was actually going to do the scene.

“Alright guys. Start it from the kiss,” Trish prompted us.

The cameras started rolling, and I walked from the bathroom area towards Tristan. Luckily, this was the scene where my character, Rachel, lost her virginity, meaning I had to be shy. I could do that.

I walked to Tristan, slowly. The second we made eye contact, I looked away and bit my lip before coming to a stop in front of him. Tristan gently grabbed my cheek and made me look at him.

Now, we’ve had to kiss multiple times for the film. I’ve actually been bitten more times than one. I wasn’t afraid to kiss him, so when his lips met mine, I knew that I didn’t need to worry.

I kissed him back, and sooner than I would’ve liked, his hand grabbed the belt holding the robe together. He pulled it apart, shrugged it over my shoulders, and watched it fall to the ground with parted lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered huskily before meeting my lips again.

“Good!” Trish shouted from her director’s chair. “The kiss gets more passionate now!”

And on her cue, I moved my hand from around his neck, up into his hair. It was spiked up, but it wouldn’t be for long. Tristan’s hand tilted my head up, and though this was supposed to be a stage kiss, his tongue slowly entered my mouth.

Soon enough, we found ourselves on the fluffy white sheets. Tristan was lying down, while I was straddling his waist. “Perfect!” our director shouted. “Isyss, honey. Could you grind into him more?” I rolled my eyes, but did as she asked. Leave it to Trish to sound so sweet while making me grind into my costar.

A groan left Tristan mouth as I rolled my hips against him. Without waiting for Trish’s cue, he flipped us over so he was hovering over me. One hand was holding his weight up while the other was gripping my hip way too tightly. That’d leave a mark.

“Thrust, Tristan,” she demanded. He listened and thrusted against me. Before I could process what was happening, I let out a gasp.

“Okay,” Trish yelled, as Tristan and I continued doing what no colleagues should ever do. “Reach for the condom, and begin to pull your boxers down.”

With an aggression I’ve never seen before, Triston slammed his hand onto the nightstand and grabbed at the package. He then shoved himself off of me, still hovering over me, but on his knees.