Hard Love

Tayla Green lives the perfect life, or so it seems, being the girlfriend of world famous popstar Zayn Malik renders her the envy of girls throughout the world...

There's just one problem; Harry Styles.

For two years the sexual tension and the sheer desire for more than friendship has built up between the two...

Will Tayla follow her heart into a land of uncertainity?

or

Will she stay where it's comfortable?

Better the devil you know, right?

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17. All Men Are The Same.

 

I watched intently as Harry stood at the end of the aisle, he was dressed in the most expensive looking suit I had ever seen, dark grey in colour his black bowtie stood out even more. Louis stood next to him, his smile as bright as the day as them and the rest of the guests that were piled into the pew’s stood staring at me. The accordion rang loudly through the church; I began to walk, one foot infront of the other. I looked to my right, I realised I was linking arms with Zayn, he was giving me away. As we reached the top of the aisle Zayn kissed my cheek and let me go. Harry took both of my hands and smiled so brightly at me.

“Ladies and gentlemen we are gathered here today to witness the coming together of these two people in holy matrimony...”

The priest carried on talking but I couldn’t hear a word, his voice was drowned out by the sound of the inane chatter of the guests.

‘How rude, talking during a wedding!’ I thought to myself.

“…do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, through richer and poorer, till death does you part?”

I watched Harry’s face as he contemplated his answer, his brain ticked away and his face slowly began to screw up.

“No.”

Everyone in the room gasped loudly in unison, I was pushed back slightly by the sheer force of the word ‘no’.

“I’m sorry, you don’t?” The priest tried to clarify.

I looked at Harry, the tears already fighting their way out of the corner of my eyes.

“I don’t. I can do better than someone like Tayla, she can’t even have children.”

The church erupted in laughter; everyone began pointing and laughing at me as I stood in shocked tears. I quickly ruffled up the end of my beautiful expensive wedding dress and ran out of the church, Zayn followed closely behind.

“Wait, Tayla!” He shouted after me.

“Leave me alone, Zayn.” I cried back at him.

Zayn caught up to me fast, he grabbed my arm and spun me around.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“What’s wrong? Harry just fucking told everyone that he doesn’t want to be with me because I can’t have kids. It’s not my fault I’m infertile!”

Zayn smiled and took my chin in his hand.

“You see, my darling, this is what I like to call sweet fucking revenge.”

“What?”

“You killed me and now you will spend the rest of your life suffering.”

He let out the loudest, most evil sounding laugh I had ever heard before in my life.

 

“Tayla, wake up!” Harry shook me back to reality.

I quickly opened my eyes to find Harry practically on top of me trying to calm me down.

“You were having a bad dream, princess. You were screaming ‘no!’ over and over again. What were you dreaming?”

“Oh we were getting married and you –“

“I did what?”

“You said you didn’t want to marry me.”

“God, the dream version of me really is a prick isn’t he?” Harry cuddled me tightly. I began to relax in his arms; the pressure of his body on top of me was a comfort. “I would never ever decline marrying you.”

As I heard the words whispered softly into my ears my heart fluttered but that quickly passed when I remembered the real reason why he said no in the dream, Harry didn’t know everything so how was it even possible for him to judge whether he would want to marry me or not?

“Ugh. I don’t want to move from here but we have to get up.” Harry mumbled as I lay cuddled up on his chest. He always smelt so manly in the morning, I loved it.

“We do? Can’t we just stay in bed all day?” I begged him, slowly fiddling with the fine wispy hairs on his chest. 

“I wish but I have a meeting at Sony and I figured we could go for a late lunch at The Ivy?”

“A meeting at Sony, are the band getting back together?”

“No. They want to discuss a solo project with me.” Harry seemed a little ashamed that he was even pondering the idea.

“Wow, that’s exciting. About the lunch, is he coming too?”

“Matty? Yes, is that a problem?”

I sighed loudly.

“No, I guess I just hoped that maybe we could spend a little time together for once.”

“What do you mean?” Harry seemed confused.

“I mean that we are hardly ever alone anymore, Harry. I miss it being just us.”

“I know Tayla but what do you want me to do? Abandon my son?”

“No, I’m not saying that…”

“So what exactly are you saying then?” Harry’s voice was raised now.

“I-i-“

“You what?”

“You don’t even know that he is your son! Atleast you can be sure I’m your girlfriend.” I stood up abruptly and marched out of the door, I shouted back as I walked down the hall. “For now anyway!”

“Fucking bitch!” Harry shouted back.

As I walked past the dining room I noticed Matthew and Louis sat at the table drawing, the both stared at me looking rather shocked.

“Sorry.” I whispered into the room before embarrassingly going to get ready.

 

“Why were you shouting at my daddy?” Matthew asked as we drove to Sony HQ in Harry’s brand new Range Rover.

“Oh, erm, we were just messing around.” I bluffed.

“But you said I might not be daddy’s son, what does that mean?” He asked rather nonchalantly.

“We were just, erm, rehearsing for a play. Don’t you worry your little head about it, ok?” Matthew was silent. “Ok, Matty?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Harry shot me a look and I rolled my eyes at him, it was clear I was going to take the blame for this one, unsurprisingly.

We entered the elevator, Matthew stood infront of us playing with his favourite toy aeroplane as the lift doors closed. I glanced at Harry to find him staring at me smirking, I smiled back. This elevator was the very elevator we first shared a passionate kiss and it seemed Harry had remembered. I faced forward again, watching the numbers go up, 5…6…7…I felt a familiar hand grope my bum, I glanced back at Harry, he bit his lip. I fluttered my eyelashes and watched his mouth intently as he mouthed the words: ‘I want to fuck you so hard.’ I smirked and mouthed back: ‘come and get me.’ Harry chuckled in frustration.

“Just you wait until I get you home.” He whispered in my ear as he leant in to peck me on the cheek.

I genuinely couldn’t wait, our sex life seemed to be taking a dive in the wrong direction thanks to the fact we were sleeping on the floor of Harry’s best friend’s living room with a little boy in the room next to us so I cherished moments of sexually driven naughtiness.

“Ah, Mr Styles! Long time!” The balding, chubby, middle-aged man said holding out a hand to be shook as soon as we left the elevator.

“Edward, nice to see you! This is my girlfriend, Tayla, and this little man is my son, Matthew.” Harry beamed as he introduced us sweetly.

“Oh wow, he looks just like his mum!”

My smile dropped when I realised he was talking about me.

“Oh…no…he’s not my –“

“I’m not with Matthew’s mum.” Harry corrected, Edward suddenly looked flustered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He readjusted his tie twice as he looked for a quick escape from the awkward situation.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Harry reassured him with a comforting hand on his arm. “Is David in his office?”

“Yeah, go through, he’s probably just poking random women on Facebook.” Edward laughed, an edge of cautiousness still in his voice.

“Thanks mate, we should go out for a drink sometime.”

“Definitely.”

Edward backed away as fast as he could; a fake smile plastered all over his face, we all knew that they would probably never go for that drink.

Harry knocked on the already open door of a guy I recognised from working in the building, it was their promotional manager.

“Harry, good to see you mate!” The two men embraced. “Tayla right? And who may this little chap be?”

“This is my son, Matthew.”

“Son? Wow Styles, I didn’t expect that one.”

“You know me, full of surprises.”

The promo guy laughed before offering us all a seat.

“So what are we here to discuss?” Harry cut straight to the point.

“The re-launch of Harry Styles: Singer, actor, TV star…everything. You are the full package and we want to market you in every way possible. Sound good?”

“I can’t act!” Harry look embarrassed.

“Oh don’t worry; you won’t be doing much acting. We have more of a reality based TV show planned for you. The cameras will be following you around, documenting your second rise to stardom; this time as a solo sensation.”

“Wait, I don’t want to be filmed!” I exclaimed, the idea horrified me.

“She won’t have to be on screen will she?” Harry questioned on my behalf.

“Well the fans will want to see all of you; your family life is very much a part of that.”

“No, I’m not doing it.” I insisted.

“Maybe take some time to think about it? There’s a hefty fee available.”

“What kind of fee?” Harry had turned to face him.

“No, Harry, I’m not doing it!”

“£3million.”

I spun my head round in shock.

“£3million? Surely not?” I said in disbelief.

For the next hour I pretended I wasn’t interested in taking part in the reality show when the truth was, they had me at the amount of money; I would be set for life. When I finally signed the deal I immediately had a bad feeling about it all, I felt instantly sick, almost as if I had signed away my soul to the devil.

 

The Ivy restaurant was probably one of my favourites in the whole world; they served the best food, which was a good job because the prices they charged were extortionate.

“What would you like to eat, Matty?” Harry asked.

“I remember when you used to ask me the same thing.” I mumbled under my breath.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing. I think Matthew would like the king sized cheeseburger meal.” I faked a smile, something I was now a pro at, and carried on looking at the menu. “And I will have the smoked salmon.”

“What’s the problem now, Tayla?” Harry’s voice was an obvious ‘pissed off’ tone but I was beyond caring anymore.

“Oh nothing, Harry. Everything’s just peachy.” I flashed my expert fake smile once more, this time blinding him with the glimmer of my freshly whitened teeth.

“Just say it. It’s obviously bothering you.” Harry had already lost interest; his attention was now on Matthew who was attempting to slice the deep red napkin with his knife.

“That’s my problem. I’m sick of fighting for your attention, I’m sick of always coming second! I didn’t sign up for this!” My voice was probably a little higher than it should have been but I had built all of this up inside of me, it was bound to unleash in a hellish form.

“What the fuck? This shit again? You know what Tayla, I’m done.” Harry stood up, quickly scooping Matthew up into his arms.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Home. You can do what you like.” Harry walked away from the table. “Selfish bitch.” I heard him mumble.

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit me; I had just been left alone in The Ivy by a boyfriend who doesn’t even care enough to be bothered by anything that upsets me anymore. How did it come to this? My trail of embarrassed and upsetting thoughts were broken by the sound of my phone ringing, I immediately expected it to be Harry apologising.

“What do you want?”

“Tayla?” The female voice was unfamiliar and especially surprising as she had a broad Texan accent.

“Speaking, who is this?”

“My name is Kay Dunbar; I’m calling from Select modelling agency.

“Ok…”

“You met with an Edward earlier today, is that right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well he passed on your details, said you would be perfect for a project we are about to start.”

“Huh?” I was so confused.

“Would you mind popping into our London office today to discuss the project more? We can talk figures and everything face to face.” Kay insisted.

“Ok, I’ll do that.”

 

I arrived home to an eerily silent house, it was in total darkness. I threw my bags down and walked down the corridor, as I got closer and closer to Matthew’s room I could hear a faint sobbing sound. I peeked around the door and saw Harry sat on Matthew’s bed crying.

“Harry?”

He immediately shot round to look at me and quickly wiped his eyes.

“Sorry, I was just…” He stood up, his face bright red and eyes swollen.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” I ran over and hugged him tightly.

Harry handed me a folded up piece of paper, a letter.

Dear Mr Styles,

 

We are writing to inform you of the results to the DNA test you recently requested. The likelihood of a Mr Harry E. Styles being the father to a Mr Matthew E. Styles is 0%, there is no blood relation.

 

I stopped reading after that and looked up at my totally heartbroken boyfriend.

“Oh Harry, I’m so so sorry.” I held him close, feeling his body shake slightly as he succumbs to the tears.

“What am I going to do Tayla?” He sobbed.

“It will be ok, Harry. Eventually, I promise.”

“It will never ever be ok again. That boy was my life and now I have nothing left. Nothing.”

I paused for a moment, fighting my urge to scream ‘you have me’, I tried to keep calm as I realised he was just upset.

“There will be other opportunities, Harry…”

“Oh yeah? Well not if I stay with you there won’t!” His voice hissed in a vicious, bitter manner.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t have kids, if I stay with you I’ll never be a dad.”

The room began to spin as I heard him spit the words at me almost as if he was disgusted. I slowly let go of him, backing away out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He called after me.

“Away. I can’t do this.”

“No. You will do this.” Harry grabbed my arm tightly, shaking me until I stopped resisting. “When were you going to tell me? Were you ever? Were you just going to let me marry you and play fucking ignorant for the rest of our lives?”

“No…I…I…was going to tell you. I just –“

“You just what, Tayla?” I began to cry heavily. “Oh poor little you. Get a fucking grip and answer me.”

“Let go of me, please.” I begged, struggling but only feeling more pain as he tightened his grip.

“Always the victim ain’t you?”

“Why are you being so fucking nasty? I thought you would support me, Harry. I thought you would understand. It’s not my fault…”

“It’s always your fault, Zayn, the band and now the fact I’ll never be a dad. You’re probably infertile from catching something from one of the many guys you used to fuck.”

Immediately I lifted my knee up fast, hitting him right in the balls, he released his grip on me instantly and fell to the ground rolling about in agony. I saw my opportunity and fled.

 

I woke up at 4:03am in a hotel bed; I had checked myself into one after fleeing from Harry. I picked up my phone and noticed I had one new BBM message.

The Styles: T, where are you?

I debated whether or not to reply but I figured I might as well, in two day’s time I wouldn’t have to worry about Harry Styles ever again and he had only himself to blame for my decision.

Tayla: In a hotel, why are you messaging me?

To my surprise I received a reply seconds after I had sent it.

The Styles: I’m sorry for being a dick, I love you, can I come to you?

Tayla: It doesn’t matter anymore.

The Styles: What do you mean?

Tayla: I am going to L.A for three months in two day’s time.

The Styles: WHAT?!

Tayla: Select called me earlier, they want me for a project with Louis Vuitton.

The Styles: You can’t go…

Tayla: Wanna know something?

The Styles: yes

Tayla: I was going to turn them down but after tonight, after seeing that really Harry, you are just like Zayn, I know I have to go.

The Styles: FUCK.

The Styles: Please…I’m so sorry. I love you so much.

Tayla: Goodnight, Harry.

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