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?


7. Slip of the Tongue.


On the third day of our trip to Florida the boys had interviews all morning so I decided to relax in the spa. Zayn had been all apologetic, once again, and as an apology for his latest outburst at Disneyland he gave me his main credit card to use as I please, and I intended too. I wrapped my towel around my naked and already slightly tanned body; I brushed my hair to the side to reveal the small but noticeable bite mark on my collarbone, Harry’s mark, Zayn hadn’t noticed or commented on it, not that I cared much anymore anyway. I smiled as I stroked the marked skin, I hadn’t seen Harry since our last encounter but this only increased my desire.


Once I had finished getting an hour long massage I decided to give myself a full makeover, my first stop was the hairdressers.

“What are you thinking about having done, sweetie?” The incredibly camp hairdresser asked as he handed me the colour chart booklet.

“Oh I wasn’t planning on changing the colour, just thought I’d get a trim maybe?”

“That’s a pity, you have a wonderful face. I could picture you with bright red hair, fire colour; it would enhance your lovely blue eyes.”

“You think?”


I looked in the tall mirror I was sat infront and tried to picture myself with red hair.

“What the hell, let’s do it!” I exclaimed excitedly, butterflies set in immediately.

After the dye was applied to my hair I had to wait an hour, I decided to walk around the hotel shops, praying I wouldn’t run into paparazzi or even worse one of the boys, tinfoil hair wasn’t attractive. As the hotel we were staying in was 5*, naturally, I was browsing shops such as Chanel and Louis Vuitton. As I scaled the clothes rails, mainly gasping with shock at the prices of the dresses in Chanel. I came across one that really caught my eye. It was a beautiful black dress, fitted in all the right places. I looked at the price, $1,500.

That is a lot of money, but it’s so beautiful, it will really show off my new hair colour. Zayn’s rich, he can afford it.

I probably should have had him in mind for more than his money but right now I really didn’t like him, he’d spoiled Disneyland for me. I quickly bought the dress, my hands slightly shaking as I entered the pin, and hurried back to the hairdressers.

“Oh, I’m really sorry!” I said, head down, as I bumped straight into someone.


I looked up to see Aimee stood right infront of me.

“Oh, hi Aimee. I have to go; I’ll see you later though…” I quickly hurried past her but it wasn’t long before she had caught up again.

“Where are you going?”

“To the hairdressers, I’m dying my hair…” I pointed up to the tinfoil.

“Oh cool, I’ll come and keep you company.”

Clearly she wasn’t good at taking hints or she just didn’t care. I sat back in the hairdressers chair as he carefully un-wrapped my hair and then washed and blow dried it.

“So what do you think?” He asked, holding a mirror up behind my head.

I stared in amazement, it looked incredible and it actually really suited me.

“I love it, thank you so much!” I squealed with excitement.

“It looks gorgeous, babe.” Aimee said, a smile spread across her face.

“Thanks.” I mumbled back.

Why is she still here?


“So what are you doing now?” Aimee asked as we strolled out of the shop.

“I was thinking of heading back to my room for a while.”

“Oh don’t be so boring, let’s go for lunch, the restaurant serves the most perfect Chicken in Pitta with a side salad, you’ll love it!”

Aimee didn’t give me a chance to decline before she had linked arms with me and practically dragged me to the restaurant.

“Honestly babe, your hair is amazing.” She said as we sat opposite each other munching on our crusty bread.

“Thank you, so Aimee, what do you do?” I realised I knew nothing about this girl, aside from the fact she was currently sleeping with the guy I wanted.

“As in Job? Well I work in media, I’m a model.”

I held in a laugh, since when was modelling classed as working in the media?

“Oh, figures. So where did you meet Harry?”

I wasn’t sure why I asked her this, the last thing I wanted to talk about was her and Harry.

“We grew up together, went to the same school and about a year ago his mum came to my BBQ, we got to talking and she gave Harry my number, the rest is history. I reckon it’s the perfect love story to tell our kids.”

“Your kids?”

“Yeah. Well obviously not yet, but we’ve discussed it and we’d quite like to start a family at some point soon.”

Before she could even finish her sentence I had a sickly feeling in my stomach, Harry wanted kids with her? What the fuck was I doing falling for a guy who was planning a family with another girl?

“So you and Zayn seem pretty happy…” Aimee said, changing the subject as she poured us a third glass of wine each.

“What gave you that impression? Our constant arguing or his constant working?” I said sarcastically sipping on my wine.

 “I don’t think you argue a lot, babe. You seem like the perfect couple.”

I just shrugged; I knew she was only trying to be nice.

“Do you ever worry Harry will cheat?” I asked, my word vomit increasing with alcohol intake.

Aimee looked up at me.

“What have you heard?” Her voice broken as if she had a lump in her throat, I felt empathy.

“Nothing. I sometimes worry about Zayn; I just wondered if it was something all of their girlfriends felt?” This was not a lie.

I stared at Aimee as she played with her cutlery.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry if I upset you, I didn’t mean anything by it…”

“No, you didn’t, honestly. It’s just, I don’t know if I should say anything…”

“What? Just say it…”

“Zayn, erm, he kind of hit on me.”

“He WHAT?”                                                                                                            

My heart was pumping, the room began to spin.

“The other night, after Disneyland, we were both down in the bar and well, he tried to kiss me.”

“What a fucking cunt. I’m going to kill him.”

I jumped up from my seat and grabbed my bags.

“No, Tayla wait!” Aimee shouted after me.

“Just leave me alone!”

“Tayla, he probably was drunk and pissed off with you, it was nothing.”

“Fuck you. Just for your information, Harry has cheated on you.”

I ran out of the restaurant and back to my room, thankfully it was empty. I lay face down on the bed.

Zayn had tried to cheat on me? How could he? Why wasn’t I enough?

That’s when it hit me, that was the night I almost had sex with Harry. I was such a hypocrite. It still hurt though.

Oh fuck, Harry. He’s going to hate me when he finds out I told Aimee he’s been cheating. Why are you such an idiot, Tayla?

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