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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6. Surprise.

 

“Could you please just hurry up!” Zayn shouted through the bathroom door at me. He had been waiting patiently for an hour, something I was surprised he still wasn’t used to as it happened every time we were going out. I stepped out the bathroom to find him pacing the room impatiently.

“So are you going to tell me where we are going?” I asked him, already knowing he would refuse.

“No. It’s a surprise!” He took my hand practically dragging me out of the door.

“But I don’t like surprises!” I moaned.

Zayn gave me a look, a look that screamed ‘shut up before I lose my temper’ so I did as I was subconsciously told.

I was used to Zayn’s fame and money, I had been with him two years, but sometimes the extravagance and the intrusion from the fans and the press shocked me. We stepped out of the hotel, Zayn in front, leading me to the blacked out Mercedes Benz parked in front of the hotel. The paparazzi crowded around us flashing their cameras, the fans screamed Zayn’s name continuously. Slamming the car door behind me was a huge relief, I always panicked in crowds, especially when there were fans of Zayn there, I wasn’t sure they all didn’t hate me.

“It’s crazy out there today!” I giggled to Zayn.

“I know, I can’t believe they know where we are! Are you okay, baby?” He threw his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest comforting me.

“It’s fine. It’s just a bit of a shock to the system. Now where are we going?”

“Nice try!” Zayn reached in his pocket and pulled out a black handkerchief. “Close your eyes.”

“What? No way are you blindfolding me!” I shrieked.

“Do as you’re told, Tayla. Just let me do this one thing.”

I succumb to his demands pretty quickly, surprising us both I imagine. Zayn blindfolded me as we drove along the highway, keeping my head on his chest to comfort me in case I was scared. I wasn’t. The car stopped just as I was beginning to fall asleep; Zayn took my hand and led me blindly out of the car.

“Mind your step, princess.”

I would never admit it but being totally under Zayn’s control I had to trust him, something I hadn’t done for a while, and he had to protect me, he did so as if I was extremely fragile, it was nice.

“Stand still baby.” I did as I was told and Zayn stood behind me, placing a soft kiss on my cheek as he slid off the blindfold.

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed as I looked at what was right in front of us.

“Are you happy?” Zayn asked, engulfing me in a hug as I jumped on him.

“Happy? I’m freaking over the moon!”

Zayn had brought me to Disneyland; we were standing right at the gates looking out onto the park and the big famous Disney castle, I was in awe.

 

“I can’t believe we are really here!” I exclaimed excitedly as we stood at the burger van eating our burgers and drinking our Coke. “Erm, do I have something on my face?” I asked, wiping the sides of my mouth insecurely as Zayn stared.

“No darling. I’m just enjoying seeing you so happy. I live for these moments, I swear.” Zayn answered, smiling brightly.

“You know, that’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“You deserve it. I know I’m horrible at times but I swear I love you more than anything else in this world.”

Guilt was all I could feel, I knew what I was doing with Harry was so wrong, Zayn didn’t deserve this at all but I wasn’t sure I really could let go, of either of them.

We spent the rest of the afternoon queuing for rides and screaming our lungs out.

“Today is probably the best day of my life, thank you so much.” I hugged Zayn tightly again, I needed him to feel how grateful I truly was.

“It isn’t over yet, follow me.”

 Zayn led me to a small tent that was pitched near a Disney shop, the tent was in the shape of an old English castle. Inside the lights were dimmed, there were lots of strategically placed chairs, facing forward in the direction of an archway covered in pale pink and white flowers, dressed with fairy lights entwined, it was stunning.

“Wow, what is this place?” I asked, spinning around on the spot trying to catch a glimpse of every magical inch of the room.

“This is the wedding reception tent.” I stopped spinning, puzzled as to why we were anywhere near anything to do with a wedding. “Relax. We’re here to have dinner.” Zayn chuckled.

Relief washed over me, I hadn’t thought about marrying Zayn before but clearly my reaction to even the slightest suggestion said it all. We sat down at a table decorated with a crisp white table cloth and a single white rose placed in the centre.

“A white rose? How did they know that’s my favourite flower?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at Zayn.

He smiled back at me a smile I hadn’t seen in a long time, if ever.

“This is all really beautiful, Z. What have I done to deserve it?” I asked as I sipped the champagne from my glass.

“Putting up with me I guess. I know being with me isn’t easy, the life I lead, my job, my attitude, it’s all hard work for you and I really am amazed you are still with me. I’m so grateful.”

Zayn reached inside his jacket pocket, producing a small blue box. My heart stopped.

This cannot be happening. No, Zayn. Put it away. Say you’re joking. Oh mother of god, help!

“I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately, where we’re heading, you know the serious stuff. I didn’t really come to a conclusion apart from the fact I never want to be without you and that’s why I’m going to ask you to wear this.” He opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond placed on a white gold band. “Say something then!”

“I, erm, oh god, what –“

“Relax Tay, it’s a promise ring. I want you to promise to stay committed to me. When the time is right, I will replace it with an engagement and then a wedding ring.”

A huge wave of relief washed over me as he said the words ‘promise ring’ although the guilty feeling was back on the word ‘committed’.

“So are you actually going to put it on?” Zayn asked, a sense of aggravation laced his voice.

“Oh, yeah. Of course, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” My sentence came out jumbled as my mind was flustered with thoughts of Zayn and Harry.

What are you doing? You can’t accept a commitment ring when you want to bang his best friend!

I shook off the thoughts that ran through my head, I knew it was wrong but it wasn’t like I was sleeping with Harry, a few kisses here and there never hurt anyone, right?

 

Once we had finished our meal we walked around the park a little longer, as the sun set behind the Disney castle Zayn and I were sat cuddled together on a bench, a little away from other people.

“It really has been a magical day, hasn’t it?” He said, his tone of voice hushed to fit the mood.

“It has, thank you again.”

I lifted my head up to meet his lips, the warm, soft lips I knew so well.

“Quick question, Tay. Why, when you thought I was going to propose, did you look horrified?”

Oh, fuck.

I hadn’t realised he noticed my reaction, normally I’m either pretty good at covering it up or he just isn’t watching hard enough.

“I didn’t realise that’s the impression I gave. I wasn’t horrified, Zayn.” I stroked his cheek with my finger, reassuringly.

“Sure looked that way to me. Am I that bad?”

Oh god, can someone please interrupt this conversation? A fan? A paparazzi?

“Well look who it is!”

Anyone but them.

My wish was granted as Harry and Aimee appeared, hands locked together.

“Fancy bumping into you guys here!” Harry said, an odd smile on his face.

“Did you guys plan this?” I asked, I knew them both well and both of their faces read guilt.

“No, don’t be stupid.” Zayn replied.

“Yeah, right. People always bump into each other in Disneyland.”

“That’s the motto of Disney! It’s a small world afterall.” Aimee began signing that line on repeat.

I actually didn’t think it was possible to hate her more than I did already but clearly it was, today I hated her to a whole new annoying level.

“Can we go, Zayn?” I whispered in his ear as Harry listened to Aimee sing.

“Why?”

“It was supposed to be just us today, wasn’t it?”

“Are you fucking serious? It’s been us all day, I’ve done everything for you, I’ve made you feel like a princess and it’s not enough?” Zayn raised his voice, causing Harry and Aimee aswell as passers-by to look at us.

Oh no, why did I have to push it?

“I didn’t mean it like that. I am grateful, I promise –“

“You know what, let’s just go home.” Zayn stood up and began walking away. “Are you guys coming?”

“Yeah, we’re done.”

I walked head faced down out of the park, Zayn led us to the car, the happy couple walked behind him and then there was me. The whole car journey home was in dead silence. Zayn sat in the front and I was lucky enough to be squashed next to Harry as Aimee draped herself over him. As Aimee nodded off to sleep I felt Harry’s hand wander cautiously onto my thigh, stroking it gently. I looked up at him to be met with a thoughtful smile; he mouthed the words ‘are you ok?’ and I nodded in response. Truth was, despite the fact Zayn had once again acted like a dick I was ok and this was because of Harry.

 

As soon as we got back to the hotel room Zayn jumped into the shower and then headed straight out of the room again, not saying a word to me. I decided to use my alone time wisely, I opened the mini bar and began downing the tiny bottles of alcohol provided. I was onto my third bottle of Smirnoff when my phone buzzed, I presumed it was a text from Zayn apologising but I was wrong.

‘Where are you? H x’

It was Harry, I replied instantly.

‘In my room, alone, come join me.’

 

Within a breath of me pressing send there was a quiet knock at my door. Harry hurried in as soon as I opened it, locking the door behind us.

“I was hoping you’d invite me over, I heard him go out.” He said, holding onto my hips.

“That is very sly, Mr Styles.”

“As if I would miss an opportunity to be alone with my favourite girl…”

Harry leant down and kissed me, his plump moist lips met mine as we quickly found our rhythm. Harry pushed towards me causing me to fall back onto the bed; his body lay heavily on top of mine as we kissed passionately.

“I don’t think I can take any more of this, Tayla.” Harry panted, out of breath from excitement already.

“Of what, mister?” I began kissing his neck, he quivered.

“Of not being able to fuck your brains out.”

I giggled.

“Who said you can’t?”

Harry looked directly at me, shocked by what I said.

“Are you sure? What about –“

This time my finger silenced his words.

I sat up on my forearms; Harry still lay perfectly between my legs. I slipped off my ‘promise ring’.

“What the fuck is that?”

I smirked at the sudden jealousy.

“A promise ring.”

“Oh thank god, I thought you were engaged!”

Harry pushed me down flat on the bed and began sucking hard on the skin of my neck.

“Don’t leave a mark.” I moaned.

“I’ll do what I like, baby.” Harry aggressively bit down on the tender skin causing me to shriek. “I told you I was going to punish you the next time I got my hands on you.”

I moaned in response.

“Punish me, Harry.”

Harry jumped up so he was balanced on his knees.

“Strip.”

“Can’t you do it –“

“I said strip.” His voice was demanding and incredibly sexy.

I quickly pulled my jeans off and my top leaving me lying in just my underwear.

“Everything.”

Harry’s eyes roamed my body as I lay infront of him naked. He leaned down, cupping my breasts in his hands and massaging them roughly; he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples before taking one in his mouth, alternating between sucking a nibbling them. I pulled Harry’s t shirt over his head, revealing his toned tanned torso. I began to finger the hem of his jeans when he pulled my hand away.

“You first.”

Harry moved his body down mine, positioning his head between my thighs. I felt incredibly vulnerable but that feeling soon subsided as Harry began licking my clit, gently at first. Soon he pushed two fingers inside of me, to add to the pleasure. I arched my back as desire erupted through my body.

“Oh god, Harry.” I moaned, gripping his curls tightly with one hand, the other hand gripped the pillow behind my head.

Harry responded to each moan of his name by thrusting his fingers in harder and faster, licking my clit faster too. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take it anymore. My thighs clenched around his neck as my orgasm crashed down on me, I arched my back, throwing my head back against the pillows.

“Oh yes, Harry. Fuck me, please.”

Harry let me ride out my orgasm as he slowed down the pace until he reached a stop. As I panted, desperate to catch my breath Harry moved up my body again. He brought his fingers up to my lips, rubbing them gently over the skin; I opened my mouth and took them in, sucking them as I stared into his eyes.

“Your turn.” I jumped up to my knees; Harry lay back on the bed, pulling his jeans and boxers off in a hurry. His already hard cock sprung out from his body. It was the first time I had actually seen it and the size scared and excited me.

 My hand barely fit around the shaft of his penis as I teasingly licked the tip. Harry hissed with pleasure as his hand immediately gripped my hair. My plump lipstick stained lips slowly rolled down his throbbing cock, I began sucking his dick faster, the grip on my hair tightening, I removed my hand and quickly took the whole of him in my mouth, as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat I gagged, Harry moaned out loudly.

“Zayn, are you in there?” It was Louis calling from behind the locked door.

I looked up at Harry, puzzled at what to do.

“Zayn?” Louis called again.

Harry motioned for me to speak.

“Just a minute!” I answered; I jumped up grabbing my vest top and Harry’s boxers, throwing them on quickly. Harry hid in the bathroom as I opened the door.

“Hi Tayla, is Zayn here?” Louis asked, looking me up and down.

“No, he went out a while ago, why?”

“I thought I heard a male’s voice…”

“Oh that was just the TV.”

“Alright, well, if you see Zayn tell him I need to speak to him please.”

“Will do.”

“You might want to fix your hair; you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.” Louis joked.

“Thanks a lot, Louis. I was just taking a nap.”

“I thought you were watching TV?” His eyebrow rose with suspicion.

“I have the TV on to sleep. What’s with the 21 questions?”

“Nothing. Have you seen Harry?”

“Harry? No, why would I have?”

Louis smirked and began to say something before shaking his head and walking off. I closed the door as Harry emerged from the bathroom.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

Harry nodded.

“Louis suspects something. I know that tone from anywhere.” Harry replied.

Oh no, what if Louis knows? 

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