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?


Will she stay where it's comfortable?

Better the devil you know, right?


13. Goodbye.

I don’t remember much of the ambulance ride, I zoned in and out of a dream state as the paramedics worked on Harry. He was unconscious for the whole bumpy journey with breathing apparatus and tubes coming out of him, it was unnerving to see. When we arrived at the hospital Harry was rushed into theatre immediately and I was escorted into a private family room, alone.

“Hello?” Louis answered groggily; he had obviously just woken up.

“There was a car…Harry, Zayn…hospital.” Was all I managed to say, my brain wasn’t functioning, I was exhausted and in a total state of shock.

“Tayla, listen to me. Where are you? Are the boys ok?”

“UCH. I don’t know…come home.” I begged.

“I’m home. I’ll be there as soon as possible. Keep me updated.”

Louis hung up instantly. I didn’t have any of Harry’s families numbers so all I could do was sit and stare at the four pale pink walls. There were old pictures of flowers, slightly yellowed around the frames through age. I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting in one place with my hands clenched together in my lap when the doctor came in.

“Mrs Styles?” He asked.

“No, just call me Tayla. How is he?”

“Tayla I’m afraid Mr Styles is in a very bad way, he has many broken bones and internal bleeding. We have been working on him for two hours and we were able to stabilize him but the next 24 to 48 hours are vital. Mr Styles is in an induced coma where he will remain until we are certain there’s no swelling on the brain.” I struggled to take in the doctors words.

“Will he...but he will be ok, right?”

“As I said, the next 48 hours are vital. You can see him now.”

The doctor led me to Harry’s room. I expected to be overcome with shock at the sight of Harry hooked up to the many machines but I wasn’t, he looked surprisingly peaceful, almost as if he was just asleep in his own bed.

“Can I touch him?”

“Just mind you don’t knock out any tubes. Keep talking to him, I know it’s rather cliché nowadays but talking to victims of trauma really does help.” The doctor turned back to face me as he walked out the door. “Think positive, Tayla.”

I managed a slight smile before I turned to face Harry. I gently lifted his hand off the bed; it felt clammy but incredibly still.

“Oh Harry, what a mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” I paused as if he was going to reply, stupidly.

I sat beside his bed holding his hand for a while, occasionally I would say something rather trivial in the vain hope he would hear my voice and wake up. There was a gentle knock at the door, Louis.

“How is he babe?” Louis asked, standing beside my chair. Louis looked dreadful, dark circles hung under his swollen red eyes, I was certain he had been crying.

“I don’t know, Louis. He’s in an induced coma; he’s in a bad way…” I began to cry again, Louis comforted me the best he was able too but there was really only one person who could ever make me feel better but this person was laid infront of us, unconscious.  

“So what happened?” Louis asked, I totally forgot that he had no idea of the drama that had commenced previously.

I took a deep breath before reciting the whole story to him; Louis was stunned silent by the finish.

“What happened to Zayn?” He asked.

I had totally forgotten that Zayn had also been hit; I didn’t even remember him being taken in an ambulance.

“I have no idea.”

“I’m going to find him, I’m sorry, I have too.”

I nodded; I understood that despite everything Zayn was still one of Louis’ best friends.


“Would you like a tea or coffee?” The casually dressed lady softly asked as she poked her head around the open door.

“A coffee, please.”

The lady came back with the coffee moments later, it was steaming hot but I wasn’t fazed by it burning my lips, it felt good to feel something physical instead of just emotionally.

“Is he your boyfriend?” She asked as she stood next to me.

“Yes, I guess he is.”

We had never actually labelled each other before, we just were, it did feel right to call him my boyfriend even though the word didn’t hold enough strength as to what he actually meant to me. He was so much more than just a boyfriend.

“He looks familiar.” She muttered.

“He is…sorry was, in a boyband, One Direction.”

“Ah that makes sense; my daughter has his face all over her wall. Harry, right?”

I nodded. Louis came hurriedly back into the room, his face contorted with worry.

“Tayla, it’s Zayn…” He began.

“I’m not interested in anything about that piece of –“

“No, you don’t understand. He’s in a bad way but he’s conscious-“

“I don’t care, Louis.” My words cut through the atmosphere in the room as if they were a samurai sword.

“Please Tayla, listen to me. Zayn wants to speak to you…”

“No fucking way. I have nothing to say to him.”

“Tayla, please. I wouldn’t ask this unless it was important. Please, just hear what he has to say for five minutes.”

“I’m not leaving Harry, he needs me.”

“He’s asleep, if he wakes up I promise I will come and get you immediately. Please. Harry would want you too, you know it.” I thought about it for a moment.

“Ok, but come and get me if anything changes.”

I strolled slowly down the shiny white corridor looking for room 369; I noticed Zayn propped up on the bed staring out of the window into the night sky. As soon as I entered the room his hand span round to look at me, he dared a smile in my direction, I met him with an ice cold expression.

“Tayla I…”

“Let’s get this straight, you have five minutes then I want you out of my life, for good.”

Zayn nodded and I took a seat next to him.

“I’m so sorry…” He began; his voice was hoarse and breathless as he struggled for words. “I mean it, I don’t know how it got this far. I couldn’t stand to lose you, you were the best thing that ever happened to me and you always will be. I didn’t deserve you, I know I didn’t.”

“You’re damn right you didn’t.” I chirped.

I noticed Zayn’s eyes fall as if he was struggling to stay awake.

“Do you want me to leave you to rest?”

“No. I have to say this. You’re amazing, Tayla. I only wish I had never messed up your life by being who I am; you could have been so much more.”

“You didn’t mess up my life, Zayn. I was happy with you and I loved you very much.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Zayn’s eyes were permanently fallen now, he managed a weak smile. “I want you to know that you will always be the love of my life, Tayla. I only ask for one thing from you…”

“What is it?”

“I ask that you never forget the good times and you are able to forgive me for the bad. I have to go now…”

“What?” I panicked, what was he saying?

“I have too…I love you, Tayla. Be happy…”

As the ‘y’ rolled off of his tongue he closed his eyes for the final time. The heart monitor next to him beeped, he had flat lined.

“NO!” I shouted. I shook his whole body desperately trying to wake him up. “No, Zayn! This isn’t funny! Wake up!”

A gang of doctors and nurses rushed into the room, one moved me outside, I stared through the window in a daze as they shocked him 5 times before stopping. Their faces were grave as they pulled the sheet up over his head.

“Life terminated at 4:56am.”

I buckled forward, overcome with grief, he was gone.


A nurse led me back to Harry’s room eventually, I was shaking and almost completely in a trance.

“Tayla? What’s wrong?” Louis rushed over to me.

“He died. Zayn died.” I cried, once more I was overcome with grief and fell hard into the chair. Louis ran out of the room.

For a while I sat and stared at Harry’s striking face, the way his curls stayed unspoiled even in the state he was in, the tiny beauty spot that sat faultlessly next to his plump lips. I almost envied him at this moment; he was happy in his dream world; oblivious to the horror we were living through. I wanted to join him so badly.  

I must have fallen asleep eventually because I hadn’t even noticed Louis come back into the room, he had found another chair and was sat staring out of the window at the oblivious world below.

“How long was I asleep for?” I asked.

“An hour, I guess.” Louis didn’t look at me when he replied.

I stood up and walked over to the adjoining window, the people below were just going about their business while my whole world was being held together by the futile hope that Harry would pull through this.

“I’d give anything to swap places with them right now, any of them…” I muttered.

“You what?”

“I would love to swap lives with them; they have no clue of any of this.”

“YOU want to swap places with someone else? You deserve this!” Louis snapped.

“I what?”

“You’re the reason this has all happened. If you were able to keep your knickers on Zayn would still be alive, Harry wouldn’t be in a coma and we’d still have a band!” The anger was prominent in your voice.

“I know, Lou. I’m so sorry…”

“You will never be sorry enough. Just you wait, if – when – Harry wakes up, he will never forgive you for this. Our best friend is dead and it’s all your-“

“Oh my god, Harry!”

Our argument was broken by the sound of a female voice, we spun round to see a tall dark haired girl run in the room and over to Harry’s bed.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked, puzzled.

“Abigail. Who are you?”

“Abigail who?” By the look on Louis’ face he was equally puzzled.

“Abigail Smith, the mother of Harry’s son.”

“Harry doesn’t have a son…” Louis initiated; the sheer confusion on his face matched mine.

“Yes he does, we have a three year old…I’m sorry, who the hell are you?” Abigail had taken an instant dislike to me.

“I’m Harry’s…girlfriend…Harry doesn’t have a son!” I protested, this couldn’t possibly be true.

“His what?” As her hand brushed through her long hair I noticed the ring on her wedding finger, a huge engagement ring.


It had taken a while to get over the initial shock, in fact I wasn’t sure I actually had but Abigail offered to show me ‘their’ son as proof of her claims. I followed her down to the canteen where we were greeted by her mother, equally as striking as she was and a little boy who was sat drawing an elephant with crayons. On first glance I knew immediately he was Harry’s, the boys had a mass of chocolate curls, his eyes were large and emerald in colour, he even had matching dimples.

“Tayla, this is Matthew.”

“Hello!” The little boy beamed a smile I had seen a million times before.

“So it’s true then?” I noted as I sat down next to the boy, opposite Abigail.

“Looks like it. I can’t believe the fudger has had a girlfriend all this time…”

If the situation wasn’t so dire I would have chuckled at the use of fudger, obviously for her sons benefit. Harry’s sons benefit. I wondered if I would ever get used to the idea.

I nursed a cup of Coffee for half an hour while Abigail told me the whole story. They met at a concert four years ago, dated for a year before she fell pregnant with Matthew, after a rocky start Harry had proposed and promised her that they would be a proper family. For the two and a bit year’s I had known Harry I had never had an inkling about any of it. We both headed back up to Harry’s room but I stopped short of going inside, Louis noticed and walked outside of the room.

“Look, about before, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I said…”

“It’s ok. You were right.”

“No, I wasn’t. You were the best thing that ever happened to the both of them.”

I barely managed a smile.

“Aren’t you coming back inside?” He asked.

“I don’t think I belong here anymore.” I turned away before Louis could say anything else.

The fresh air hit me as I stepped outside of the building, I watched as the world passed me by and that’s when I realised I was alone again.  

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