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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12. The End?

 

It was like someone had stopped time, no one was moving, no one was talking, each of us was frozen still trying to analyse the words just said. I could hear Harry’s erratic breathing from where I was stood, Zayn had a pained look in his eyes and I suddenly felt really guilty. I was the one causing all this pain and anger.

“You what?” Zayn asked.

“I said I love her.” Harry replied, his voice breaking with panic.

“You mean like a sister right?” Zayn looked for confirmation that he knew would never come.

“I’m in love with her.” Harry’s voice was strong, his chest pushed out.

Zayn blinked, his face contorted with confusion before he lept forward, landing a hard fist on Harry’s face, knocking him back against the dresser. Zayn kept landing heavy blows on Harry’s face and body, Louis desperately tried to pull him off of Harry’s crumpled body but he was no match for Zayn’s strength.

“Please Zayn, stop!” I cried. “You’re killing him!”

Zayn stopped for a moment and turned to face me, he smirked as he saw the tears stream down my face.

“This is Harry’s punishment. You think this is bad, wait till you see what I have in store for you…”

Zayn gave Harry one last, hard, kick in the ribs before running out of the room. I didn’t care about his threats; I ran over to Harry, he was conscious but barely.

“Louis, call an ambulance!” I screamed as I held Harry’s head in my lap.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” I cried, tears were blurring my vision but I saw his eyes flicker open, they met mine.

“Sssh, Tayla. You have nothing to apologise for, I love you.” He managed a pained smiled; I met his with one of my own.

“Oh god Harry, I love you too, so much.”

Louis rushed back in the room with the paramedics, we were escorted to the ambulance, Harry was laid out on a stretcher for precautions. The hospital made me feel sick as soon as I entered it, it smelled too clean, too much like a hospital. Harry had his own room and was seen by a doctor almost immediately, the joys of being a very rich superstar.

“Mr Styles, you’re in a fine mess.” The doctor’s voice boomed around the room. “You’ll be pleased to know you have been very lucky, most of your injuries are superficial, you have a suspected broken rib but we can’t do anything about that. You will be very bruised in the morning but other than that, you’ll live. Might want to put any photoshoot’s on hold until further notice, no one fancies someone who is virtually purple, not even Directioners.” The doctor winked as he exited the room.

I grabbed Harry into a tight hug.

“Thank god! I was so worried he’d seriously hurt you!” I felt my eyes begin to well up, this time through relief.

“Don’t be silly, babe. I’m Harry Styles, I’m basically indestructible!” I rolled my eyes at him.

“How long do you think you will you be in here?” I asked him.

Harry looked at his watch.

“Another hour, I imagine.”

“What?”

“I’m discharging myself babe, we’re going home.”

“WHAT? Are you crazy? You can’t discharge yourself!” My voice was high pitched and squeaky.

“I can and I will be, we have flights booked for this evening. Louis has arranged everything and our luggage is also being brought to us.”

“But…”

“But nothing Tayla, we’re going home together and that’s how it will always be.”

I couldn’t resist his happy smile; his eyes twinkled when he genuinely smiled.

 

Before we were allowed to leave the hospital Harry had to give a statement to the cops, we found out Zayn had been on the run since the incident and no one could get hold of him. I was grateful we were going home, to escape all the madness. The airport was crammed; word had got out that Harry Styles would be flying from there somehow and the hordes of screaming girls were sectioned off behind barriers with cops lined in front of them, their huge assault rifles clutched tightly to their sides.

“That’s a bit extreme isn’t it?” I whispered to Harry as we entered the airport.

“Just be thankful they are there, we’d be squashed to the floor if they weren’t.” He had a point.

As we walked past the crowds of teenage girls dressed in rather slutty outfits I could hear them gasp as they noticed how cut and bruised their idol was, I felt that familiar guilty pang once again.

“SLUT!” A girl screamed in my direction, Harry’s grip on my hand tightened.

“BITCH!” Another shouted.

“Ignore them.” Harry whispered to me, I tried but it was hard not to be affected by their words.

“YOU RUINED OUR BOYS, YOU WHORE!” Another screamed at me.

Harry shot round to face the girls, shaking his head, the girls immediately quietened down. I felt a huge relief as we were rushed through check in and into the departure lounge.

“Harry! Harry!”

We both turned round to face the two shaking-with-excitement girls stood by the Coffee shop.

“Oh my god! You’re Harry Styles. Oh My God!” The short ginger one squealed.

“Hi girls.” Harry chirped.

“Would you like sign something for us please?” The extremely pretty one asked.

“Sure!” Harry led me over closer to them.

“Wait, aren’t you Tayla?”

I nodded.

“You’re with Harry now?”

I nodded again.

“You go girl! You know you’re like living every girls dream right?”

I laughed, it was true, most girls would kill to have slept with both Harry and Zayn.

“What would you girls like me to sign?” Harry asked, probably feeling a little uneasy over the questions.

“Er…” The girls hurriedly shuffled around in their huge bags before looking back up at us.

“We have nothing, how about my arm?” The shorter girl asked sweetly.

“Sure.” Harry signed his named neatly on her forearm and then gestured towards the other girl.

“No way, I want a boob sign!” She confidently said.

My heart twanged with jealousy as I watched Harry’s hands touch the pretty girl’s pert breasts.

“We better get going…” I said, pulling Harry away.

“Bye girls!” Harry winked as he turned around.

We walked out of their earshot and towards our boarding gate.

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” Harry teased.

“I was not!”

“You so were, ‘we better go now!’ I saw the look on your face, you were jealous!”

I hit him on his side forgetting his battered body.

“Ouch, Tay!” He winced.

“Sorry!” I poked my tongue out at him.

“Besides, your jealousy excites me.”

“Oh it does, does it?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Just you wait till I get you back to good ole England and I’ll show you how much.”

Harry smirked as he handed over his boarding pass and passport to the lady at the gate.

 

The flight home was incredible; first class was virtually empty apart from one other man who fell asleep soon after take-off. My mind was running wild with thoughts of riding Harry on his seat, I could almost hear his manly grunts and it turned me on even more.

“What are you thinking about, dreamy?” Harry asked, almost as if he already knew.

“Oh, nothing really.” I wished I could lie better.

“You were thinking about doing me, wasn’t you?”

“How the hell could you possibly know that?”

“Your tongue traced your bottom lip, you crossed your thighs tightly…I know every sign that you’re turned on, baby.”

I felt my cheeks flush. Harry took my hand and placed it on his crotch.

“Feel it?” He asked, I nodded.

“That’s what you do to me every single time I see you or think about you.”

I giggled.

“Follow me.” Harry stood up fast and walked to the toilet cubicle.

I sat still for a moment, was I really going to do this? I always stuck to the rules but Harry did seem to always bring out the rebel in me so I hurriedly joined him. Harry pulled me into the cubicle, our bodies pressed tight up against each other in the cramped space. I could feel Harry’s rock hard cock against my area; it sent shivers down my spine.  My dress shifted up as Harry picked me up and placed me so I was sat on the edge of the sink; he pulled my panties to the side and ran his long fingers over my slit, hitting my most sensitive spot.

“Mmm.” Harry moaned as he felt how turned on I was already.

He brought his fingers up to my lips, softly teasing them before pushing them inside my mouth, Harry quivered as I sucked on them, staring intensely into his eyes. Neither of us could stand the teasing any longer, Harry positioned himself at my entrance, I nodded slightly to show I was ready and he pushed into me, his long cock hitting every spot immediately. I gasped as he began thrusting into me fast and hard. His sweaty curls brushed against my cheek as his body pressed against mine.

“Oh my god.” I moaned as I felt the intense pleasure wash over me.

“I’m so close, baby.” Harry moaned.

“I wanna feel you cum.”

As the words rolled off my tongue I felt Harry shudder, he moaned loudly in my ear as he emptied himself inside of me with one deep thrust.

“You owe me one.” I teased as Harry fixed his clothes.

“Of course, princess.” He laughed as he helped me down off of the sink.

Harry exited the toilet first and as I walked out I bumped straight into an air stewardess. She looked at me and then at Harry and raised her eyebrows before winking approvingly.

“You really do get away with anything when you’re famous, don’t you?” I joked.

 

“So where exactly is home, Harry?” We were driving through country lanes in rainy England, I had never been here before I was used to a very busy London.

“Wait and see!” He replied.

“But I don’t like surprises…” Harry just gave me a look; I knew I was pushing it.

The car eventually stopped outside of a cottage, it was small but cosy looking, surrounded by fields and not much else.

“You like?” Harry asked, opening my door for me.

“It’s gorgeous, Harry! Is this seriously ours?”

“It is. Follow me…” Harry grabbed my hand and led me through the wooden front door.

The front room was white with dark wooden beams; it reminded me of something out of a movie it was so beautiful.

“Wow, it’s amazing!” I gasped.

Harry put his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to him.

“I know it’s small but I could just imagine us living here for a while, maybe even a little mini me running around…”

“A what?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it!”

“I haven’t…” I admitted.

“Well I have, I could just imagine a little Tayla, with her big blonde curls and a big attitude to match.” Harry kissed me.

I smiled to myself as Harry showed me around the rest of the house, I was so happy finally being alone with him without having to hide it.

 

We lay cuddled up on the sofa infront of the real fireplace, the heat burning our skin we were so close but it didn’t matter, it was perfect.

“We should probably get some dinner.” Harry suggested.

“Shall I cook something?” I was a rubbish cook but if I wanted to keep Harry happy I knew I had to learn.

“No, we’ll just order in.” Harry got up and went in search of a takeaway menu, he came back empty handed.

“No luck?”

“Nope, not a menu in the house. I’m going to drive into town and get us something, wanna come?” He asked.

“I’m tired, I think I’m going to have a bath and relax until you come back.”

“Ok babe, won’t be long. Love you.” Harry kissed me before leaving.

While I had the house to myself I decided to get started on the first of many wine bottles, for some reason the prospect of actually being able to make love to Harry for the first time without the worry of someone catching us, made me extremely nervous. I sat on the edge of the bath watching the water fill it up and the bubbles begin to form, I had chosen to use the strawberry scent as I knew that was Harry’s absolute favourite smell on me. As I sipped on the glass I heard a crash downstairs.

“Harry?” I shouted.

There was no reply. I walked out onto the landing to look downstairs, I couldn’t see a thing.

“Harry is that you?” I asked again still getting no reply.

I walked back into the bathroom and turned the taps off, I shook the thoughts of an intruder out of my head and went into the bedroom to get my special lingerie I was planning on wearing to seduce Harry. As I unpacked some of my clothes I felt a presence walk up behind me.

“God Harry, you scared me!” I laughed.

“Guess again…”

I span round to be faced with a dishevelled looking Zayn. His hair was all over the place, he looked like he hadn’t showered for days.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!” I shouted, pushing him towards the door. The back of Zayn’s hand hit me across the cheek hard.

“Get your hands off of me, now!” He shouted, I did as I was told immediately. “SIT DOWN!” I sat on the bed anxiously, my hands buried in my lap.

Please hurry home, Harry.

“What do you want, Zayn?” I watched him as he walked over to the window, opening it before lighting a cigarette.

“I want what’s mine.” He inhaled the smoke.

“Money? If its money you want you can have it, plus interest!”

“You’re not a stupid girl, Tayla, don’t act it.” Zayn laughed. “I’ve come for you, silly.”

“No, Zayn. We’re finished, I’m with Harry now.”

“You belong to me and that’s final. Now do you want to get your stuff together or should I?” I felt my heart race as he began walking towards me.“Answer me!”

“I…I…I’m staying here.”

“Are you disobeying me?”

It took all my strength to say no to him, I was petrified of the repercussions.

“Looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way aren’t we?”

Zayn grabbed my arms and held them together above my head with one hand; he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

“No, please.” I begged but it was no use, he was getting off on my fear. Zayn handcuffed me with my arms behind my back.

“How long ago did Harry leave?” He asked with such a calm, collected tone of voice.

“About half an hour.” I struggled to speak; the panic was clear in my voice.

“We better hurry then.”

Zayn paced around the room grabbing all of my bags of clothes; on his second trip down to the car I figured I had enough time to call for help. I scrambled over to my bag hanging on the chair in the corner, I had to rummage through my bag from behind but I eventually found my phone. I had to guess the numbers I was pressing but I was very grateful ‘999’ was so easy.

“Hello operator.” I heard the man’s voice answer my call.

“Help me, please! I’m trapped, he’s got me-“

“What the fuck are you doing?” Zayn shouted as he ran back into the room, he grabbed the phone switching it off immediately.

“Please Zayn, just let me go!” I begged.

“You’ve really done it now you stupid bitch.” He grabbed my handcuffed wrists and threw me down on the bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my stomach.

“I really fucking love you, Tayla. I wish I didn’t, you’re a bitch but I love you more than anything else.”

“I’m sorry Zayn, please, let me go, maybe we can try again?” I lied.

“I’m not an idiot; I know you hate my guts now. I can’t bear to see you with anyone else. Harry doesn’t deserve you, you know.”

Zayn stroked my chin with one hand softly as his other gripped my throat tightly.

“Oh no, no please Zayn, please.” I begged for my life as his hand joined the other, pressing tightly against my windpipe.

I couldn’t breathe, I felt a tear drop down my cheek as my life slowly slipped away from me, Zayn stared into my eyes with such emotion yet he still didn’t stop. I felt my eyes close eventually; there was no pain until the moment Zayn was pushed off of me.

 “GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!” Harry screamed, he was shaking with anger. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

Zayn laughed as he picked himself up from the other side of the bed.

“Harry…” I mumbled, my eyes weren’t able to focus on anything for a moment.

“Are you ok babe?” Harry asked, attempting to lift me up from the bed.

I moaned as I felt the sharp pain in my ribs, Harry immediately lay me back down.

“What the fuck have you done to her?” He asked Zayn.

“Nothing she doesn’t fucking deserve.” Zayn began walking out of the room but just as soon as he got outside of the door Harry ran up behind him and kicked him hard in the back. I heard Zayn cry out in pain, Harry ran back to me.

“Tayla, do you think you’ll be able to get up? We need to get out of here.”

I nodded; Harry swooped me up from the bed in his arms and carried me out of the room and down the stairs. As we got to the bottom I noticed Zayn standing in the kitchen doorway with a huge smile on his face, the light from the room hit off of the metal knife he was holding up.

“Oh my god, Harry!” I screamed.

I jumped out of Harry’s arms, ignoring the pain, Harry turned round to face Zayn, Zayn lunged forward but Harry moved out of the way quickly, he opened the front door in time to hear the sirens getting closer and closer. Harry ran out of the house to flag down the cars for help desperately as Zayn fast approached him with the knife but I guess the darkness hid him, I watched as the police car sped down the road and straight into Harry and Zayn, throwing them both into the air in slow motion. As their bodies hit the ground I heard a thud and then silence.

“NOOOOO! HARRRRYYYYY!” I screamed so loud my voice broke.

 

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