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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8. Emotional High.

 

I couldn’t remember a time before the last 2 days where I had been in such a dark place. After the incident with Aimee the other day I used Zayn’s credit card to book myself into a new hotel, under a false name. I wasn’t prepared to face the backlash the argument would cause, I wasn’t sure I ever would be. I got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling back the pristine beige curtains. The sun shone brightly, of course, groups of people were crowded around the hotel pool, some tanning their already mahogany skin others were practicing dive bombing into the water, they looked like they were having such a nice holiday, I envied them so much.

 

How had my dream holiday turned into such a nightmare?

Of course I had no one else to blame but myself, I was stupid and reckless and now I was being punished for it, karma. As I made my way back over to my shelter, my bed, I noticed my phone on the side table. I hadn’t turned it on since I left 2 days ago, I couldn’t face the questions, the anger, the inevitable. I fingered the buttons as I debated switching it on, I was curious to see whether either of them had bothered to contact me. My phone lit up almost immediately with notifications when I switched it on. My Blackberry Messenger had 2 new chats; Zayn and Harry. I took a deep breath as I began to read them, Zayn’s first.

Zayn J : Tay, I just got back to the room, are you still out?

Zayn J : Babe?

Zayn J : Seriously Tay, where are you? I’m starting to worry

Zayn J : That’s it, I’m worried. Contact me asap.

Zayn J: Tayla, I’ve just spoken to Aimee, she told me what she said. It wasn’t like that, I promise.

Zayn J: Look, I know you’re pissed off but please just let me know you’re ok.

Zayn J: Ok Tay, I get it, you need time to cool off.

Zayn J: I’m Sorry L

 

I didn’t give my brain time to digress Zayn’s messages before I opened Harry’s chat.

The Styles: Are you alone? I want you baby.

The Styles: WHAT THE FUCK TAYLA?

The Styles: Answer me now!

The Styles: I can’t believe what you have done. How are we going to get out of this?

The Styles: I’ve just spoken to Zayn, he says it’s been a day since he last saw you, where are you?

The Styles: Contact me asap.

The Styles: Fuck Tayla, I’m going out of my mind with worry, where the fuck are you?

The Styles: I won’t say a word if you just let me know you’re ok.

The Styles: Seriously Tayla, I can’t sleep with worry.

 

I sat with my back against the headrest and reread every message, I smirked as I realised Harry had sent more messages and had been more concerned about my absence and wellbeing than my actual boyfriend. I turned on the television and drowned out the annoying silence in the room by watching the music channels, as if by pure fucking luck One Direction came straight on, their new single ‘More Than This’ rang out loudly through the room. I probably should have turned it over but I was always hypnotised by their singing, they were pretty amazing, plus Harry and Zayn both looked absolutely flawless in this video.

‘When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,

It just won’t feel right,

Coz I can’t love you more than this, yeah.’

Harry’s rocky toned voice sounded impeccable, he was stood on top of the Eiffel Tower singing into the wind and I couldn’t help feeling how accurate the words were to my life, to our lives. My phone began flashing again; Harry had sent me another message.

The Styles: You’ve read my message; does that mean you’re ok?

I could have kicked myself for forgetting that they would know when I read their messages, my plan to disappear off the face of the earth was obviously never going to work.

The Styles: Please Tay, just a little ‘I’m ok’. Please.

I fondled the buttons once more, if I spoke to him, if I let him know I was ok, I was going back to that life and that was something I really didn’t want to do.

He deserves to know you are ok; you’re the one in the wrong here.

Tayla: I’m ok.

The Styles: Oh thank God. I’ve been going out of my mind with worry. Where are you?

Tayla: That doesn’t matter. I won’t be here long, I’m going home.

The Styles: What? Why? You can’t.

Tayla: I can, I still have Zayn’s credit card and providing he doesn’t cancel it I will be out of here first thing tomorrow morning.

The Styles: Please don’t.

Tayla: Why do you care? I fucked everything up.

The Styles: You didn’t fuck anything up, you said something in anger, I managed to talk Aimee round and she doesn’t suspect a thing.

                The Styles: Just come back? Please?

Tayla: I left some of my stuff in Zayn’s room, would you collect it and bring it to me please? We can say goodbye then.

The Styles: Ok.

I could tell by the short final message that Harry was anything but happy about having to say goodbye but it was the right thing to do, I had to walk away from them both. I showered quickly, I wasn’t sure how long Harry would be and I didn’t want to look like a tramp when I saw him, regardless of whether this was the last time I saw him or not. Stepping out of the bathroom I heard someone knocking on my door.

“You were qu – Zayn?”

Zayn stood casually leaned against one side of the door frame, an arm stretched out to keep his balance, his eyes were blood shot and he stunk of booze.

“So you’re alive then?” He slurred, pushing past me and stumbling into the room.

“How did you find me?” I shut the door, securing the towel around me with two of my fingers.

“You have my credit card I just traced the billing to here. Pocahontas?” Zayn giggled to himself as he repeated the fake name I used to check in. “You think you’re some big celebrity now don’t you, but you’re not, you just ride the dick of one.”

“Don’t talk to me like that!” I shouted.

Zayn shot me a look, I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or anger that made his eyes so red. He walked towards me; I backed away with every step closer he took until I hit the wall. Zayn grabbed my chin with one of his hands, squeezing tight against my skin as I struggled to break away.

“What have I told you about respecting me?” He hissed.

“Zayn let go, I’m scared.” I cried.

“You’re scared? You really are a pathetic bitch you know.”

“Just let go of me, we can talk.”

Zayn listened to reason, surprisingly, his grip loosened on my face and his hand eventually fell to his side, he didn’t move away from me though, I couldn’t escape him. My eyes flicked to the clock on the far side of the room, I wondered how long Harry would be, I needed help.

“So you believed that I tried to kiss the ugly bitch then?” He said, his voice had a sudden calm about it.

“I don’t blame you, she’s a model and –“

“Do you really think I would lower my standards to a whore? She may be Harry’s type but she certainly ain’t mine. How could you believe her over me?”

“Well it’s not like you don’t have previous…you’re always working…always shopping…even when you’re with me you are looking at other women, don’t think I don’t notice.”

“So what? Maybe I’m looking at other women because I can’t believe what a pathetic, sad cunt I ended up with. Why am I even with you?” His voice sounded like pure evil, I hated him so much.

“I don’t deserve that, I’ve given you everything!” I shouted at him, my heart racing with upset and anger.

“Everything? Just because you suck dick like a pro doesn’t mean you give me everything!” He shouted back at me, a smirk across his face.

“Get out! NOW!”

Zayn grabbed hold of my neck, the tip of his thumb and index finger pressed tightly into my throat.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO YOU LITTLE BITCH?” He screamed into my face, spit flew into my face he was that close.

“Please Zayn, just go.” I whimpered, my arms desperately trying to pull his off of me.

“Look at you; you think this is the worse I can do? You’re mine you stupid fucking slut. If I wanted you, I could have you right now, on the floor; I bet you’d like it too. You’d resist at first of course, ‘oh no Zayn, please don’t’ but as soon as my dick was in you, you’d be begging me to fuck you harder like you always do.”

“No Zayn, please. I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, not that, please.” I cried, frightened for my life.

“Do you really think I’m a rapist? I could have any girl I wanted why would I need to rape someone like you?” Zayn looked at me for a minute, studying the fear in my eyes. “I was watching a programme the other day, the psychologist said that when a partner is paranoid about cheating it normally means they have, it’s their way of expressing their guilty conscience.” He raised his eyebrows at me as if he was expecting me to admit to it.

“I haven’t slept with anyone Zayn, I wouldn’t.”

“I bet its Michael at your work, I’ve seen the way you look at him. It’s him isn’t it?”

I shook my head.

“Someone I know?”

I shook my head again.

“What if it’s one of my boys, what if you’ve been fucking another member of One Direction?”

My heart beat got faster and faster as his grip tightened on my neck.

“I’m going to pass out, I can’t breathe.”

“It is isn’t it? You’ve been fucking one of my boys!”

I shook my head sluggishly as darkness slowly descended on the room. I felt my body slump against the wall as something hard hit my face, I felt like I had been hit by a baseball bat right in the nose. I opened my eyes to find a shocked looking Zayn stood above me; I reached up to my nose, touching the area where the sharp stinging sensation was, my fingers were covered in a warm red liquid, it took me a while to realise that it was blood.

“What have you done?” I asked.

Without saying a word or trying to help he turned on his heels and ran out of the room. I dragged myself up from where I lay, staggering to the bathroom. The slightly foggy mirror showed enough of my battered face to make me break down in tears. I couldn’t believe Zayn had just head-butted me, I knew he had a temper but I never thought it would get this bad. Suddenly I heard the door knock again; he wouldn’t come back, would he?

“Who is it?” I asked, trying to sound like I wasn’t completely broken.

“Harry. Open up, Tay.”

“Oh, can you just leave my stuff outside? Thanks for coming.”

“What? No, we need to talk, open the door.”

“No, it’s fine. We’ll talk when you’re back in England, I promise.”

“Fine.”

I walked away from the door once I heard Harry put the bags down but within seconds the door was opening.

“What the fuck?” I ran into the bathroom and hid behind the door.

“Why are you hiding?” Harry asked, trying the door handle.

“How did you get in here? Please go.” I begged even though I had no strength left in my body.

“I signed an autograph for the rather charming young receptionist and was given a spare key; can you believe it was that easy? Anyway, if you don’t plan on coming out soon I will just sit here against the door, just like they do in movies.”

I heard Harry’s body slide down the door so I did the same.

“Did you really just do the same, Tayla?”

“Yep. You want it to be like the movies, you got it.”

“So what movie are we re-enacting?”

“I don’t know…Titanic?”

“One, we’re not on a boat. Two, there’s no iceberg and Three, I’m not drowning in freezing cold water while you cling on to a wooden raft big enough for the both of us, you selfish madam.”

There was silence at either side of the door as Harry waited for my laughter that never came.

“What’s wrong, Tay?”

“Nothing, could you please go now?”

“No. If you don’t come out I will break the door down. Don’t underestimate the power of the shoulder.”

I stood up, hesitating as I turned the handle. As soon as Harry caught a glimpse of my face he stood there staring, his mouth slightly open.

“It looks worse than it is, I promise.” I walked past him over to the bed and lay down, I had a massive headache.

“What the fuck? Who did this to you?” Harry sat at the side of me and took my hands in his.

“If I tell you promise you won’t do anything?”

“No way.”

“Promise, please.”

He nodded.

“Zayn.”

Harry stood up and ran to the door, I ran after him.

“No Harry! Wait! You promised!”

He stopped in his tracks and spun round.

“I can’t believe it…I’m going to fucking kill him, I swear!”

This time I held onto his hands, I rubbed my thumbs in circular motions around his hands to calm him down.

“No please don’t. It doesn’t matter; he’s not worth the hassle. I just need you to be here with me, for now.”

Harry thought for a moment before lifting my chin up so my lips met his. The electricity we caused every time we kissed pulsed through my body, my headache lessened.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

 Harry led me to the bathroom where he rummaged around for a first aid kit, he eventually found it and I sat on the edge of the cold bath as he sanitised and bandaged my swollen and bruised nose.  For the next hour or so we lay together on the bed, my head on his chest as he stroked my hair softly. It was nice, for once we wasn’t trying to do anything sexual we were just enjoying eachothers company.

“So what are you going to do now?” Harry asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“I have a flight booked for tomorrow morning; I’m going home to start a fresh.”

“That sounds perfect, I’ll try and come back from England earlier, we can finally be official Tayla.”

I looked at him, my face screwed up in confusion.

“No, Harry. I said I was starting a fresh, which means away from you, away from all of you.”

Harry got out of bed incredibly fast and began pacing the room.

“You don’t mean that, Tayla. There’s no way I’m letting you go, you are something I can never lose.”

“We can be friends, eventually I guess. It’s just, right now; I need to find who I am. I’ve spent too long being a One Direction girlfriend and look where that got me. I need to do me.”

Harry looked at me, the pain in his eyes prominent.

“No Tayla, please, I’ll do anything, name it.” He begged.

“There’s nothing I want you to do, Harry. It’s over between us, it has to be. I would like it if you went now, please.”

“No, I won’t.”

I got up and walked to the front door, opening it widely.

“Please go.” I made sure to keep my face in a completely blank expression; I couldn’t face him knowing it was killing me inside to see him go.

Harry walked past me slowly; as he got outside the door he gave me one last final look. I mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ to him as I shut the door on him forever.                                         

I ran over to the bed, throwing myself down and burst into tears. I couldn’t believe I made him walk away. As I drowned in my floods of tears my phone flashed once more.

The Styles: I love you.

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