Take My Heart (Liam Payne)

Chapter 16: Take What You Get

Take What You Get

I hate Chris Wakefield. That’s it. I could just post this and it would completely sum up all I’ve ever wanted to say. He’s a pretentious piece of dirt, and not to mention incredibly sexist. Ugh, he just makes me so angry.

“Do you ever feel like you’re so much bigger than your name?” Chris was reading as Jordan while we were running lines.

We weren’t alone though. We were in the studio because I didn’t trust Chris anywhere else. There were crew members building sets about the studio, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. “Here we go again,” I sighed, reading off the script. “Jordan’s trying to be deep.” I feel like Jordan and Chris are actually one person. “Too bad you’re such a shallow pig.”

“It’s better than being brainless,” his character snapped back. Man, even as Jordan he’s still unbearably stubborn.

It kind of sucked that we weren’t memorized yet because of how restricted it felt. For instance, Jordan and Kristen were supposed to be attacking each other verbally, while coming on to each other physically, but we were just standing there almost posed.

“God, you’re pretentious.”

“No, wait-” he stopped the scene. Again, how unprofessional, am I right? “What if instead of sounding frustrated with him, you sounded turned on?”

Ew. What a Chris-like suggestion. “Yea; I bet that’s what you’d want.”

He did not look impressed with my sass. “No, you prude. It’s because Jordan and Kristen hate each other, but they work together because of the-”

“Sexual tension,” I finished for him with an understanding nod. “You’re right. I’m sorry for snapping.”

“No, you’re fine,” he assured me. But then a smirk formed on his ignorant face. “Besides,” Oh, boy. “If I really wanted you turned on, I’d work for it.”

“You’re revolting-”

“Pretentious,” he corrected, signaling it was time to continue rehearsing.

“Right.” At least he was being professional.

After that, I thought that maybe he’d be giving me a break, you know? Letting me peacefully be Isyss without any hassle… but no. He was an ass. A complete and total ass that was (unfortunately) perfect for this role.

The next time he made me feel blood thirsty was when we had our first kissing scene. The characters are wasted at a party and the kiss is supposed to be sloppy. I just didn’t know we were going straight forward with it. And when Chris lunged at me for the kiss, I just about choked his tongue.

“Dude, no.” That was my genius rebuttal. In my defense, it wasn’t my fault I couldn’t form a proper thought whilst Chris was gagging me with his tongue.

“It’s our characters, Ice.” Yea, okay. Because that’s a viable excuse.

Did he not get the degree of my hatred? “Our characters can do as they please, but that was all you.” I don’t know what it is about him, other than his sexual harassment, but I really just couldn’t handle his comments anymore.

“You’re right,” he agreed, and I momentarily felt my heart stop. “But if you ever want the real thing-”

“God, you’re despicable.”

Halfway through rehearsal, I found myself texting Tristan with remarkably good speed. Instead of getting coffee tomorrow, I’d wanted to go with him today. Chris kept bringing up the possibility of plans later, and I generally just wanted to have an excuse. A believable excuse that I could escape to.