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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10. I Need You.

 

I was woken by Zayn softly singing ‘Marry You’ by Bruno Mars. In any other situation at any other time this would be a dream come true for most girls but it just made me cringe. I kept my eyes closed, hoping he would give up and leave me alone.

“I know you’re awake, Tayla. Your eyes are doing that weird flickering thing that happens when people force themselves to look like they are sleeping.” Zayn kissed me on the cheek. “I think you were just enjoying hearing me sing, you didn’t want to spoil it.”

I don’t think he could have been further from the truth if he tried. I slowly opened my eyes and flashed him half a smile.

“I’ll sing to you every day, I promise, but it’s time to get up now, beautiful. I have a whole big day for us planned.”

“What are we doing?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“We have to go and check out the wedding package at Disneyland, I chose that especially as I know you love that place and we also have an interview and photo-shoot planned for a few UK and US magazines who want to run the story of our engagement. It’s all very exciting isn’t it?” Zayn was practically bursting with excitement as he told me but I was begging the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

“Wait, a wedding package for Disneyland? Exactly when are you planning for us to get married?”

“The earliest date they have, of course.”

This is a nightmare.

“But I don’t have a dress; we don’t have anything sorted for a wedding. How will our families get out here on time?” A sicky feeling built in my stomach.

“It’s ok, I’m sorting it all. I have called three designers and they are each designing you a dress and you can pick between the three and for the rest, I have a wedding planner already working on it.” I’ve never heard him so proud of himself before.

“But, I would like to hunt around lots of shops for my wedding dress. It’s meant to be my big day.” I complained, trying not to anger him too much.

“We don’t have time for that, you trust me don’t you?”

I probably should have answered straight away with a yes but I didn’t, he knew I didn’t.

“Why is everything so rushed? Are you scared I’m going to run away? I won’t, I promise.” This was true; I didn’t have the courage to leave now.

“I know you wouldn’t, you’re not that stupid.” Zayn kissed me on the lips, I tried not to wince.

 

Standing outside of the wedding area of Disneyland I looked around me, there were a few other couples waiting for a tour, they all looked incredibly in love, each couple was clung together as if they were scared a force was going to drive them apart. We were different of course, Zayn stood infront of me talking on his phone to his excited mum while I stood behind him, my posture slouched and nervous.

“Mr Malik? Right this way, follow me.” The enthusiastic girl in a pink uniform said, motioning for us to trail behind her.

We were led to a grand hall, inside was decorated with dark wood, gold and white theme ran through it.

“This is our grand hall; this place is where you will be having the ceremony, the hall seats 200 people and we provide the minister. If you would like to follow me through here, I will show you the reception area.”

The girl led us through to a dining area, the gold and white theme had now been replaced with a pale pink and white theme, I would never admit it but this place was gorgeous.

“I will let you two look around, discuss whatever you have to and then you can meet me out front to finalise the details.”

As soon as the girl left Zayn turned to face me, my head was facing the floor but it shot up as soon as I knew I had his attention.

“So what do you think? It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He asked, his mouth open slightly in awe of the room.

“It is beautiful. It must be really expensive…” I desperately clung to any hiccup I could.

“Money isn’t an issue, you know that. Let’s go and book our wedding.”

Zayn took my hand and led me back over to the girl who was now standing with a clipboard full of forms, she looked very confident.

“So what have the lovely couple decided?” She asked with a smile that covered her whole face.

“When is your earliest free date?” Zayn asked.

The girl checked the paper on her clipboard.

“The next available date is in a month’s time.” She replied.

“You don’t have anything earlier?”

She shook her head apologetically.

“Would you possibly be able to clear a date if I threw on an extra $50,000 dollars? A little extra for you too for being so nice, of course.” Zayn winked at her, this made me smile, this was typical of him.

The girl once more looked at the papers on her clipboard.

“I suppose I could book three day’s time for you but would that be ok with you?”

“That’s perfect. Thank you.” Zayn kissed me excitedly.

It was official; I was getting married in three days.

Zayn tried to have a private conversation with the girl about the financial side of things but I strained to over-hear. The wedding venue alone was costing $25,000 plus the $50,000 Zayn had promised to pay on top, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

 

We headed back to the hotel for the press interviews; I was dreading this more than anything, talking so publicly about exactly what I was dreading scared the life out of me. I was never good at lying and I knew my face would say it all for me. Zayn had arranged for a stylist to meet me in the room to style me just how he wanted me to look. It turned out Zayn was fond of me looking like a Stepford wife. A 60’s style black dress that fell just above my knees, cream mid-heels and a matching pearl necklace and earrings to match. I felt incredibly stupid and old but it was just another one of those things I had to put up with if I wanted to keep my naked body out of the press. Zayn met me just outside of the conference room and gave me a reassuring smile, my nerves were obviously very clear.

“Ready?” Zayn asked, taking my hand.

I nodded and he pushed open the door, we walked into a room full of photographers cameras flashing at us as we sat down in our seats infront of them.

“We are here to officially announce our engagement today…” Zayn began.

After the hour and half of press interviews we finally finished and headed back to our room. Zayn immediately pounced on me as we got through the door. His warm, wet lips crashed against the skin of neck, leaving a wet trail in their path.

“You look so fucking hot in what you’re wearing.” He moaned into my neck, I cringed.

Immediately Zayn slipped his hand under my dress and began fingering me roughly, I shrieked at the intense pleasure all of a sudden.

“You like that don’t you? You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?” Zayn whispered with a menacing tone.

I nodded, gasping as he slipped a second finger inside of me, wrapping my leg around his waist with the other hand.

“I’m going to fuck you up against this wall like the dirty bitch you are.” He moaned.

I reached down and quickly unbuckled his jeans, they dropped to his ankles, and I urged his boxers down with them. Zayn’s thick cock sprang out from his body, already hard. I stroked it gently, feeling him shudder against me with every stroke. Zayn slipped his fingers out of me and brought them up to my mouth, forcing them inside. I seductively sucked them as I stared deep into his eyes, still stroking him.

“Fuck.” Zayn mumbled.

He wrapped his arms under each of my thighs, holding onto my now naked bum cheeks. I jumped slightly as he lifted me up, both of my legs now wrapped around his waist. Zayn quickly pushed his hardness inside of me; I gasped and clung tighter to him, gripping his t shirt. There was no time to adjust as he began pounding in and out of me fast. I knew I wasn’t capable of an orgasm this time so I focused on doing everything I knew he enjoyed. I stared deep into his eyes as I begged him to fuck me harder, I brought his finger up to my mouth and began sucking on it. It wasn’t long till I felt his thrusts get more rapid, I knew he was about to cum.

“Cum for me, Z, let me feel you cum inside me.” I moaned.

This sent him over the edge quickly and his whole body shuddered, he thrust two more times into me, holding on to the last thrust for a while to ride out his orgasm. As he pulled out of me, I jumped down and fixed my dress. I knew if the rest of my life was going to be a living hell atleast my sex life wouldn’t suffer.

Harry was still better, though.

 

Later that evening we decided to join the boys and Aimee for dinner in the hotel restaurant, tensions between Aimee and I hadn’t really improved and we barely acknowledged each other which was fine by me. Harry refused to pay me any attention either as we joined them at the table, Aimee was already all over him, feeding him some of her starters from her spoon. I felt sick at the sight but I had to fake a smile, like I always seemed too recently.

“We set the date today, guys!” Zayn said almost immediately as he sat down.

“You did? When is it?” Niall asked.

“In 3 day’s time.”

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked straight at me, I couldn’t say a word but I hoped my facial expression read how unhappy I was really was about it.

“Isn’t that a bit soon, mate?” Liam asked.

I looked round the table and noticed all the boys had confused and concerned facial expressions.

“Not at all. Can’t let this one get away, can I?” Zayn laughed and squeezed my knee.

Harry excused himself from the table once more, he headed to the bathroom. When he eventually came back to the table his eyes were red raw, I could tell immediately he had been crying. I stared at him until he looked at me; I mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry.’  

 

Zayn lay snoring loudly next to me in bed, I looked at the clock on my phone, it read 3.30am. As if my phone had been waiting for the moment I picked it up, it vibrated with a new text message.

‘Tayla, are you awake? Can you meet me? H x’

I was shocked that he was even communicating with me again let alone wanting to meet me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit scared.

‘I’m awake. Meet me in the second garden, by the willow tree.’

I carefully climbed out of bed, I was wearing only a little babydoll nightdress so I slipped on my long parker jacket to give myself some modesty.

When I got to the second garden I could already see Harry standing against the tree, smoking a cigarette, he looked like a model or a rock star, I was instantly turned on.

“Thank you for coming.” He said, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall.

“I’m surprised you wanted to see me. I thought you hated me.” I stood a good distance away from him but I could feel his presence as if I was on top of him. Harry chuckled, silently.

“I could never hate you, that’s the problem silly.”

“What do you mean?”

“I asked to meet you because I want you to be the first person I tell…” He stopped before telling me, this made me panic even more.

“What is it Harry? Tell me.” I pleaded.

“I’ve been doing some thinking and I kinda feel like my life is going down a road I don’t want it too. This isn’t who I am, I’m so much more than just Harry Styles the popstar and I feel like I owe it to myself to be that person.”

“What are you saying Harry?”

“I’m leaving the band.”

“YOU’RE WHAT?! Are you crazy?!” I shouted.

Harry laughed at my reaction.

“Keep your voice down, I want to be the one to announce it!” He smirked.

“Is this because of me? I can fix this, somehow, I will fix it and you can stay in the band.”

“It’s not because of you, Tayla. I’ve been feeling like I’m bigger than this for a while now but everything that’s happened in the past few weeks has proven it more than ever. I can’t be in a band with someone I despise and if I’m perfectly honest, I can’t be around you two when you’re happily married.”

I edged closer to Harry instinctively.

“We’ll never be happily married, Harry.”

“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to do this? That’s what you said…”

“I had to say it.” I shook my head as if I was plucking up the courage to tell him the truth.

“Explain…”

“I have to marry him, not because I want too, I don’t want too but because he’s threatening to leak our sex tape to the newspapers if I don’t.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Harry flipped instantaneously.

“That’s why there was the sudden change of heart, not because I didn’t want to be with you but because I had no other choice.”

“He’s done it this time; I’m going to fucking strangle him.” Harry fumed, his face turning crimson with anger.

“No, you won’t do anything. I can’t risk that tape leaking, it will destroy my parents.”

Harry pulled me into a hug, he stroked my hair.

“This is so fucked up, Tayla.”

“I know, Harry.” I breathed in deeply, taking in his husky manly scent. “I’m going to miss you so much…”

A tear escaped from my right eye and rolled down my cheek.

“I’m leaving the band, I’m not leaving you. I never could.”

“I need you so much.” I cried into his chest.

“I will always be here to protect you, you’re my soulmate.”  

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