Take My Heart (Liam Payne)

Chapter 12: Take Me Out

Take Me Out

It was finally Friday: Liam’s birthday. It also meant that there was only 17 days of the bet left. And I was going to demolish that Ginger Jesus all across the floor. I couldn’t wait to see his video of snap judgment online.

Anyways, the time to celebrate Liam’s birthday rolled around and I found myself surrounded by One Direction, Ed Sheeran, and Perrie Edwards at Chaplin. What did I tell you? These boys lack originality. Currently, we were all sitting at the table talking. We wanted to get the discussions out of the way before everyone got boozed up.

“So why aren’t you going home for your birthday?” I brought up, nearly screaming over the music.

I mean, he was turning 21, why didn’t he want to see his family? “We need to be here for promotions.”

That was as far as conversations went because some bottle blonde from Ireland was whining about being too sober on the sidelines. The birthday boy, with a roll of his eyes, stood from his place at the table and went to retrieve the drinks. Ah yes, it’s good having older friends.

And I mean, I don’t usually drink, but tonight I was going to. I hadn’t had anything to drink in a good 2 years, so I deserved a little something. Besides, the boys don’t know it, but I’m the coolest drunk you’ll ever meet. You wanna dare me to go streaking? Guess what. My clothes were off 10 minutes ago. Whoop there it is.

When Liam arrived with shots of basically every color of the rainbow, I was a little scared, but I pushed that feeling back and decided to let loose. Besides, with the way the boys are drinking, a few shots can’t do me any harm. Right?

4 shots later and I found myself in an intense game of Truth or Dare with no other than Louis and Niall. I was near drunk, more than tipsy, but not incoherent. Louis and Niall had about 8 shots, and were less drunk than I. It must be the Irish blood for Niall, and the uh- Well to be honest, I feel like Louis’ plastered 24/7.

“Truth or dare, Lew-is?” I mean, I was coherent, so I could speak straight, but my words were a bit fumbled. I wasn’t quite slurring them, but it’s like when you talk to fast and stumble over some words.

The Brit across from me had a smile on his face, and I knew he was a bit tipsy. “Truth.”

“If you had to choose any of the boys-”

“Dare.” I didn’t blame him for changing his answer. It was a bad question.

Coming up with a dare was proving to be difficult, but I thought of a mediocre one. “I dare you to sext Eleanor. Right here.”

“Now?” No you half-drunk idiot, come back tomorrow.

“Yes now.”

With shaking hands he got his phone out and type out a message. Though it looked like he was going for the cliché approach when he texted ‘What are you wearing?’

Louis’ turn came up and he got a truth out of Niall. Turns out, if he could sleep with any celebrity on the face of the earth it’d be Selena Gomez. I wonder what the Biebs thinks of that.

I looked over and saw Harry getting absolutely shitfaced, drinking his beer like it was nothing. Zayn and Perrie were just laughing at their spot in the booth, and Liam was watching Ed do tricks with the shot. It looked like Liam was staying semi-sober. He was still on the same beer he’d gotten when we first got here.

“Isyss,” I snapped my head to the Irish lad that was accompanying my name with a giggle. “Truth or Dare?” Normally, I’d take the easy root, but as I’m an impulsive drinker, I chose Dare. It was supposed to be a fun night, so why not? Right? “I dare you to flirt with Harry.” Easy. “And then ya kiss ‘im.”