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?


11. Leave.


The birds sang a beautiful tune to match how content I felt at this moment, I wasn’t fully awake yet but I could feel his presence all around me, I could smell his musky scent, I could feel the warmth from his body heat. I slowly awoke from my peaceful sleep; I looked up, my eyes still blurry. I was lying on Harry’s lap; he was propped against a tree with one arm wrapped around me. He looked so peaceful although I imagined he was rather uncomfortable. I wriggled free of him only to immediately be pulled back down.


“Where do you think you are going?” He questioned with a cheeky smirk on his face.

“It’s morning, Harry. We have to head back before anyone notices we are gone.”

I tried to break free of his grip one more time but he was surprisingly strong.

“Five more minutes can’t hurt…”

Harry leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, if I had morning breath he didn’t seem to mind. For once our hands didn’t roam eachothers bodies with urgency and lust; we were calm as we slowly kissed.

“It’s nice waking up with you, I could get used to it…” Harry mumbled, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

“Yeah, well…”

“It’s ok Tayla, I’m dealing with the fact I can never have you.”

We stood up in unison, wiping down our clothes to try and make them seem presentable.

“You’re dealing with it?” I questioned.

“Well no, that’s a lie. I guess I’m just not torturing myself over it. I will have you one day.”

Harry took me in his arms once more.

“You will?”

He nodded his head.

“I’m certain.”

Our lips met with a passionate force this time.

“We better head back. I’ll see you at the breakfast meeting. Oh what fun it will be.” Harry joked.

I was surprised at how calm he was about leaving the band; I figured he was probably trying hard to conceal his true feelings. I hoped he was changing his mind. We went in different directions once we approached the lobby; I headed back to my room while Harry went to see Louis.

 “Where have you been?” Zayn asked as soon as I entered the room, my eyes flickered to the clock; it read 7:51am.

“I went for a walk; I awoke early and couldn’t sleep. Sorry.”

“I don’t want you going outside in this kind of attire again, it’s not appropriate and it sets a bad impression of yourself and of me.”

I looked down and realised I was still dressed in only a parker jacket and a slip, I blushed.

“Sorry, I forgot.”

“Just don’t let it happen again. You need to hurry and get ready, we have breakfast in about half an hour, apparently there’s some big announcement.”

For once I had the upper hand, I knew what the announcement was and Zayn didn’t. I was already dreading his reaction.


We were the first to arrive at the breakfast table, much to the annoyance of Zayn, of course.

“Why tell us to get here for a time and then don’t even bother to stick to it yourself?” He moaned at me as I stirred my large Coffee enthusiastically.

“I’m sure everyone will be here soon, Zayn. Relax.”

“I don’t have time for this shit…” Zayn stood up to use his phone, I imagined it was Harry on the receiving end of his oh so cheerful phone call.

As soon as Zayn turned out of sight my own phone rang, it was my mum.

“Hey mum!” I chirped down the phone.

“Tayla, what the hell? You’re getting married?” My mum screamed at me down the phone.

“Zayn invited you, didn’t he?” I was so confused; he had said he had taken care of everything.

“NO! I have NOT been invited. I cannot believe this Tayla, you’re my only daughter and I find out you are getting married on the cover of OK magazine! My only chance to see my daughter get married and I don’t even get an invite. How could you do this to me?” My mum cried down the phone.

“No mum, don’t cry, please. I will book you a flight for tomorrow. I want you there -”

My mum hung up before I could plead anymore. Zayn strolled back over to the table.

“He said he will be five minutes.”

I didn’t answer him I just screwed up my face at him; I was so angry and upset; two feelings that were almost always associated with Zayn recently.

“What’s your problem?” He asked, probably pretending to care.

“You didn’t even invite my mum?” My tone of voice was calm but I knew he could feel the anger.

“What are you talking about?”


Zayn grabbed my arm under the table and twisted it causing a burning pain to shoot up my arm.

“Keep your fucking voice down now you stupid bitch. Who do you think you are talking too?”

“Ow! Zayn let go of me!” My pleads only made his grip tighten, I should have known better.

“Sorry we’re late.”

Zayn threw my arm back into my lap and plastered a fake smile across his face immediately.

“Alright lads, so what’s this all about then Harry?” Zayn asked.

Harry looked straight at my face as all the boys sat down. I knew he could sense that I was upset so I shook my head and smiled slightly to throw him off, the last thing he needed right now was my problems.

“You’ve not gone and knocked Aimee up, have you?” Louis joked, Harry barely smirked.

“Nah, nothing like that. I’ve just been doing some thinking…” Harry started before pausing to think of his next sentence. Butterflies immediately set in the pit of my stomach, this was it, this was the beginning of me losing Harry forever. I knocked against my cup, almost knocking it over causing all the attention to focus on me.

“Sorry.” I mumbled.

“You’ve been thinking what, mate?” Zayn asked, clearly getting impatient with us both.

I stared at Harry’s face, I could see the sweat beads drip down his cheek, and his eyes were twitching nervously. In my mind I willed him to change his, I didn’t want to see him walk away from everything he ever wanted, I didn’t want him to walk away from me.

“I’ve been thinking a lot…fuck there’s no easy way to say this is there?” Harry’s eyes flicked to me as if he was actually asking me. “Basically, I’m leav-“

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY IT!” Zayn shouted, standing up from his seat, knocking his chair on to the floor.

“I’m leaving, Zayn. Shouting isn’t going to change my mind.” Harry said, surprisingly calm.

Zayn walked fast around the table to where Harry was sat, he grabbed the collar of his top and dragged him out of his seat and pinned him against the wall. All the boys jumped up and tried to pull Zayn off of him, he was winning though.

“HOW DARE YOU? YOU SELFISH FUCKING PRICK!” Zayn spat at him before swinging his arm back, Liam grabbed it before he had a chance to land a punch on Harry’s face.

I quickly pulled Zayn back and out of the restaurant, he pulled away from me and fast walked back to the hotel room.

“I cannot believe he is doing this, Tayla. This is the end for the band; we’re over without Harry…” Zayn paced the room, rubbing both of his hands through his thick jet black hair with stress.

“You’re not over. Take this as an opportunity to have a little break and maybe come back with a whole new sound. This could be the making of you guys.” Even I didn’t believe the bullshit I just spouted.

“Are you crazy? Harry is the main guy, the ladies love him, and the lads want to be him. FUCK!” Zayn punched the wall, the whole room shook with the force of it.

“Calm down, please.” I tried to reason with him, stroking his arms but he only pushed past me, knocking me into the side dresser.

Another bruise added to the collection.

Zayn went into the bathroom so I took my opportunity and went through his coat pocket to find his wallet.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He shouted, I dropped the wallet in shock.

“I, er, I wanted to book a flight for my mum.” I confessed.

Zayn walked closer to me, shaking his head with a smile on his face. I tensed up.

“Tayla Tayla Tayla. All you had to do was ask…” He said, taking hold of my hand gently.

“Sorry. I was just nervous as to what you would say…”

“I make you nervous?” He questioned, almost proud of the fact.

“No, erm, I mean, sometimes, I guess.”  I trembled as his hand stroked my cheek softly, his eyes burned into my soul.

“There really is no need to be nervous around your future husband...” He licked his lips, standing only an inch away from me. “Just learn to keep your hands off of MY stuff!” He hissed.

Suddenly I felt a huge force hit me across the face, Zayn had slapped me. I clutched my face as the stinging sensation set in, it was so painful. I watched as Zayn took his coat, picked his wallet up from the floor and left the room without even looking back. I waited a minute before listening through the door to see if Zayn had gone next door, it didn’t sound like it so I went and knocked on Harry’s door, praying Aimee didn’t answer.

Harry swung open the door, a bottle of Vodka clutched in his hand, it was already half empty.

“Well look who it is…” Harry slurred as I walked past him, inside of the room. “Come here babe, I could do with a bang right now.”

“Fuck you, Harry.” I replied, looking around the room, it looked as if someone had emptied the wardrobe and chucked the contents all over the room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry looked puzzled. “Why is your face all red? Wait…no fucking way…where is he?”

“He didn’t hit me; I walked into a door, that’s all!” I lied.

“Do you seriously expect me to believe that, Tayla? I’ve had enough of this; he isn’t getting away with this anymore!” Harry fumed; he stumbled around in one spot, confused by the drink in his system.

“I said I walked into a door. Leave it.” I smiled. “Where’s Aimee?”

Harry passed me a note that was crumbled in a ball on the floor by a bin.


I can’t be with a guy who doesn’t have a career. Sorry.

You probably shouldn’t call me.

Aimee. X

“Are you kidding me? She dumped you because you left the band? I’ll kill her!” I tried to break past Harry in fury, I wanted to get out of the room and find the bitch. How dare she treat Harry like that?

Harry laughed as he pushed me back; I landed on top of the bed with a thud. Harry jumped on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He quickly began planting kisses all down my neck.

“No Harry, we can’t!” I tried to resist even though I wanted him so bad.

“We can’t?” He questioned as he ran his hand down my bare stomach.

I shook my head, my breathing getting heavy as I felt his hand force itself underneath my trousers.

“So you’re telling me you don’t want me to do…this?” As he mumbled the word ‘this’ he began rubbing circles on my clit. I took a sharp breath as the intense pleasure spread through my body quickly.

“Thought as much.” Harry giggled.

Before I had time to protest he slid himself fully underneath the covers, pulling my jeans and panties down with such quickness I barely had time to think.

“Oh god, Harry!” I moaned, gripping his curls with my fingers as he licked my lips before getting to work on my clit. Harry was an expert at oral sex; he knew exactly what to do. He slid two fingers inside of me as he kept licking, thrusting them in and out rapidly.

“Cum for me baby.” Harry ordered, looking up and locking eye contact with me.

He picked up pace and it wasn’t long till I felt my body tense, waves of pleasure washed over my entirety as my orgasm came crashing down on me. I threw my head back, moaning his name, Harry moaned himself as he watched me ride out my climax.


Both of us span our heads round to the front door that was wide open, standing in front of it was a very bemused Louis.

“Oh fuck!” Harry said jumping out of bed and throwing me my clothes.

I had never welcomed my own death more than this moment.

“How long have you been standing there?” Harry asked, flustered and sweating. I noticed he was doing a poor job of covering his boner with his hands.

“Long enough! What the fuck are you two doing?” Louis asked, his brows screwed up in anger. “This is going to kill Zayn.”

“NO!” Harry and I shouted in unison. Harry ran behind Louis and shut the door.

“What are you doing?” Louis asked, puzzled.

“Just hear us out, please, Lou.” Harry begged.

“Why should I? I thought last time was a one off but now I find you two doing this!”

“Last time?” I asked.

“In the flat, I came over to get something off of Zayn, I have a spare key, I walked in and…”

“Oh my god that was you!” Suddenly the mystery of the ‘wind’ became clear, it was Louis.

“Yes.” Louis nodded and tried to open the door, Harry held it shut.

 “Tell him.”

“Tell him what?” I asked.

“Tell him the truth about Zayn.”

I figured I had no other choice so I started from the beginning and told the whole sorry story of how I found myself in this mess, the evidence of my still bright red cheek backed up my claim so Louis had no reason to doubt me.

“So the broken nose, that was him?” He asked, his face contorted with anger much like Harry’s was.


“So why the hell are you marrying him?”

“Like I told you, the sex tape.”

“Oh for god’s sake, Harry. How did you not think of going to our lawyers about this?”

“What?” Once again, we both spoke in unison.

“If you ask our lawyers to take out an injunction this would never hit the press, the newspapers wouldn’t touch it with a bargepole, it would cost them too much.”

I looked at Harry stunned.

For the next hour or so Harry, Louis and I spoke to the lawyers back in England and they immediately set an injunction, a gagging order, on Zayn leaking anything about me to the press. Once Louis finalised the details with the lawyers and hung up I immediately jumped up and hugged him.

“Thank you so so much, Lou! How can I ever repay you?”

“I’m sure we could find a way.” Louis winked at me.

“Don’t you even think about it!” Harry said.

“Ooo someone’s getting jealous, relax curly, it was a joke!” Louis teasingly punched Harry on the arm. “So what happens now?”

“What do you mean?” I asked Louis.

“Harry are you still leaving the band?”

“I have to leave, Lou. Regardless, as soon as Zayn finds out we’d be through anyway.” Harry said.

Louis nodded in agreement.

“If you’re leaving then I’m leaving too.” Louis exclaimed.

“No mate, don’t be silly!”

“Harry, without you there is no One Direction. I’d rather keep you as a friend forever and lose you as a bandmate…”

“Well well well isn’t this cosy?” A voice sounded from the door.

All 3 of us spun our heads round to see Zayn standing leaning against the doorframe.

“So what’s going on in here then? A little threesome?” Zayn walked over to where I was sat on the bed and grabbed my arm. “Get up now you slut!”

Harry pulled him away from me.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” He shouted, getting right in Harry’s face.

“What the fuck has it got to do with you, traitor?” Zayn spat back at him, I could see the anger burn in his eyes.

“I fucking love her and I won’t let you treat her like this anymore!” Harry screamed at the top of his voice. The room fell silent.

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