Take My Heart (Liam Payne)

Epilogue: Take My Heart

Take My Heart

It’s weird: seeing your boyfriend and his band at the airport, about to leave the country. About to leave you. I just- I’ll miss him. And I know we’ll Skype, and text, and tweet, and blah, blah, blah, but I’ll still miss him. We’ll visit each other often: I know we will. I have a feeling that this’ll last.

But then again, this is my first relationship, so…

Nope. Don’t go there, Ice. This is going to last.

“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered for probably the fifth time to Liam. We’d been hugging for quite a while.

He squeezed me tighter, letting my head drop onto his chest. “I’ll miss you too.”

“Yea, we get it!” Louis groaned from what I think was right behind me. “Now let her favorite Brit say goodbye.”

Of course Louis thought he was my favorite Brit. But, of course, it was Andrew Garfield. We all can testify to this, right?

Liam hesitantly let me go, grumbling under his breath about ‘cockblocking best friends’ but, I mean. Okay, so he’s basically perfect for me: sass and all. “I’ll miss you, Lou,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, his hands wrapping my torso.

“You too, Ice-T. You too.” We hugged for significantly less time than Liam and I did, but that was expected.

I had an interview later in the day, which meant I had to hurry up goodbyes. It was weird saying bye to them, though. I’d spent the last 45 days just getting to know them, and now they were flying overseas.

I said goodbye to Niall, even adding in a “Happy late birthday, Blondie.” Though it would’ve made him frown back in June, a really child-like smile danced on his face. And I’d be lying if I said it was infectious.

Zayn wasn’t even holding his phone when I went to send him off. He opened his arms wide, letting me in for a bear hug. And yes, I do mean a full bear hug where he basically crushes all of my internal organs until they’re no longer useful. Man, why couldn’t he just text his fiancé?

Saying goodbye to Harry went without any pervy comments on his end. He just hugged me, kissed my cheek, and wished me well. I was proud of the boys for being so mature with the goodbye, but then-

“Hey Isyss, remember when you made out with Harry?”

And of course I couldn’t let him get away with that kind of comment. So with a smirk, I faced the perpetrator. “Hey Louis. Whip Cream.” I wasn’t even graced with a response. He just growled – yes growled – at me and went on his merry way towards the gate.

I said my last, final goodbye to Liam, and maybe we both cried (We did). But soon they were on the plane, and I was on my way to Vivian LaRue for the interview in which I announce my relationship with Liam.

And that’s how I found myself onstage with the queen herself.

“So, Miss Tyler,” she started after I’d taken a seat on the plush black couch. “It’s great to have you back.”

“It’s great to be here.” And it was.

Vivian began asking a few questions, discussing how the last time I’d been there was when I was addressing the virginity rumors. It was a grand spectacle of questions and then we got to, “So you’re roommates with Noel Barnes, correct?”

 “That’s correct,” I answered. “We’ve been best friends for like 2 years now.”

“And you started as costars, right?”

Holy cow. It’s been forever since we filmed MotR. “Yes. We were assassins in Man on the Run, and ever since then, we’ve been inseparable.”

Vivian seemed thoroughly happy with my response. “And now you’re costars again. How excited are you?”

“Ecstatic!” I was so pumped. So fucking pumped. “Noel’s the star of the show Raw on USA and starting next month, I’ll be a star as well.” There was some applause in the audience. “I’ll be playing one of her blackmailers, and it’s basically my dream role.”

“A blackmailer?”

“No,” I countered, letting a smile slip onto my face. “Noel’s enemy.”

The audience got a kick out of that one. We talked a little more about Raw before Vivian brought up yet another interesting comment. “I’ve heard a few rumors in the mill about Noel and Jeff Mace being a couple.”

And I laughed as loud as I could at that one. “Oh, I knew this would happen to them.”

“So they are a couple.”

“Not quite,” I had to be vague. I had to let the viewers know what’s up, but not release enough to anger Noel. “They aren’t dating. The chemistry is definitely there. It’s just a matter of sorting things out.”

We talked on even more about girl gossip and beauty tips, and it was all in all a fun interview. When the subject came to how I felt about the departure of One Direction, I knew it was time.

“It’s difficult,” I told her. Everyone knows how close we all were. “Especially with Ed heading back in a week as well.”

“Oh yes,” Vivian added in her stupid interview voice that I loved so much. “What about the rumors of you and Ed Sheeran dating?”

“Well I’m almost positive that my boyfriend would hate for me to confirm dating Ed.”

This brought the audience in an uproar. It took quite a while for them to stop gasping and cheering, and even Vivian was smiling too big to stop. Eventually, I admitted that I’m dating Liam Payne (Best thing to say out loud, I am telling you). The audience loved it and Vivian was quick to ask questions, obviously.

I answered them all with a smile, but soon ended up just telling them the entire story of the bet, and even had the balls to admit that because I never once got half-naked for the boy, I’d won the bet.

“Ed’s video is going to be up by tonight, I promise.”

Liam ended up skyping me when I got home. They were still on the plane, but they were using the Wi-Fi. We spent a solid 30 seconds alone before the rest of the band joined in on the conversation.

It may not be exactly what I’d thought my perfect relationship would be, but If I could joke around with him and his friends, and be completely happy, I’d be okay. Sure, the distance we had between us would be difficult sometimes, but it was worth it. Besides, If Liam didn’t take my heart, who would?