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?


9. Toy With Me.


I read the three words in the small white box on my phone over and over again, Harry loved me? He actually said he loved me? How was this possible? I walked around the room in a circular motion, avoiding the large bed we had been laying in only moments ago.

You have to reply to him, Tayla. You can’t leave it like that.         

Tayla: Don’t say that again.

The Styles: Why not? I mean it.

Tayla: No you don’t, you can’t possibly mean it.

The Styles: I do. I love you Tayla.

I closed the conversation and immediately deleted him as a contact. I couldn’t do this; I couldn’t go back to that life. Harry didn’t really love me, I knew he didn’t. Harry just said it to stop me from going back to England and it wasn’t going to work. I threw my phone down on the bed and began packing away all of my things; I figured there was no better time to leave Florida than right now, what was stopping me? I patted down my pockets, checking off my mental list of everything I needed to remember.

“Phone? Check. Money? Check. Cards? Check. Passport?”  I patted down my pockets once more, it definitely wasn’t on me. I had left it on the side table this morning, I knew that for sure. Almost instantly the answer came to me; Zayn took it. I tried to call him as I power walked out of the room and down to the lobby, no answer. I hailed down a taxi and headed back to his hotel, I figured he would probably be out doing promo work or getting drunk somewhere so I could get in the room and out again without noticing anyone. As I entered the elevator of the boys hotel I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the metal wall, I looked hideous. My nose was swollen and cut open across the bridge and my eyes were puffy, red and purple bruises were beginning to form around them. I ran down the hallway and slipped into the room as quickly as I could, I was right, Zayn was out. Rummaging around the room there was no sign of my passport anywhere, I tried calling Zayn once more and it went straight to voicemail. As I began double checking the wardrobe the door knocked, I jumped with surprise. Peeking through the keyhole I noticed the familiar long torso and white t shirt; Harry. I stood staring at him as he knocked again.

“Tayla, I know you’re in there.” He shouted through the door.

I didn’t reply I just crossed my fingers that he would eventually go away.  

“Tayla I saw you go in, I have your passport so you better open up.”

I swung open the door and he walked in, a smug smile all over his face.

“How the hell did you get it?” I tried to grab it out of his hand but he moved it way out of my reach.

“Not so fast, missy.” Harry said, walking to the other side of the room and taking a seat next to the desk by the open window.

“Just give me it, please.” I moved over to stand right infront of him.

“I will but there’s one condition.”


“I’m going to give you a choice: One, you go home to England, you find somewhere to live and I join you when I’m back, that will also mean I leave this life, I leave One Direction but we will be together, alone, forever or Two: You stay here, with me, we make it official and do it the right way, your choice, baby.”

“No, that’s not fair. You can’t force me into doing something I don’t want to do.” I couldn’t believe he was giving me an ultimatum, how dare he?

“I’ve had enough of loving you in secret, I don’t want to watch you with one of my best friends anymore, you should be with me, and you should be lying in my arms every night.”

Harry spoke with his arms, waving them about; I shook my head at him.

“I’m not doing this.” I turned around and began to walk towards the door.

“No, wait!” Harry grabbed my arm and spun me round. “Look at me. Tell me you don’t want to be with me, say it and I’ll walk away, I promise.” The only noise in the room was our heavy breathing as he waited desperately for an answer. “I know you love me Tayla, I can feel it.”

“I want to be with you, of course I do but not like this, I don’t want to hurt Zayn –“

“You don’t want to hurt Zayn? Look what he did to your face!” Harry was beginning to lose his cool; the vein in his forehead was prominent.

“I know. It was my fault really; he doesn’t deserve to be hurt like this.”

“So you’re telling me you want me to walk away forever?” I could see tears begin to form in Harry’s eyes. “Answer me, please.” He begged.

I kissed him, our lips colliding together in the pure desperation to be as close to each other as we possibly could. Harry let go of me throwing off his t shirt and then mine until we fell back on the bed frantically in just our underwear; Harry lay on top of me, his heavy manly body felt perfect against mine. Harry moved down to my neck, alternating between sucking and kissing the skin sending shivers up my spine. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, revealing my pert breasts. Harry ogled them for a moment before taking one in his hand, sucking on the erect nipple. My breathing got deeper as I became more and more turned on. Harry slid his hand down my stomach and straight into my panties, I gasped as his finger began rubbing my clit with confidence.

“You’re so wet, baby.” Harry breathed into my ear.

I could only moan a reply as he immediately stuck two long fingers inside of me, bending them to hit my g spot as he began moving them in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“I want you inside of me, Harry. Please.” I begged, breathless with pleasure.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded as a response and immediately Harry gripped his hard cock, positioning it at my entrance, I could already feel how big he was. Harry’s face was a kiss away from mine; I looked into his eyes and bit my lip, nodding slightly to indicate I was ready. With one strong thrust Harry slipped into me, I gasped loudly as the pain from the size of him hit me.

“Are you ok?” Harry asked, keeping still with worry.

“I’m fine, you’re just so big.”

Harry smirked and began thrusting in and out of me, slowly picking up pace, I moaned with every hit of my g spot, he knew exactly how to please me, it was incredible. As his pace got faster and faster, Harry collapsed against me, his face buried into my neck as he nibbled on the already tender skin. We didn’t change positions; the closeness this position gave was amazing for both of us. I could feel my climax building fast so I slid my hand between our bodies and began pleasuring myself, bringing me to my orgasm faster, Harry watched as he thrust hard and fast into me.

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum!”

Harry moaned loudly as his orgasm crashed down on him. On his last thrust my orgasm erupted, my body shook as I arched my back slightly, the waves of pleasure stronger than I had ever felt before. Harry’s sweaty body collapsed onto mine.

“I love you so much, Tayla.” He said, out of breath.

“I love you too, Harry.”

Harry looked up at me, a massive smile on his face as he heard the words he had been waiting to hear for a long time.


Harry had to leave shortly after as Aimee was expecting him somewhere, we agreed that tomorrow morning we would call a little meeting between us two, Aimee, Zayn and the other boys to tell them we were together.  My heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of actually being with Harry properly, our encounter proving how made for each other we really were. I quickly fixed the bed so there was no sign of anything happening and jumped into the shower. While I was soaking my hair I heard the front door slam; Zayn. In a scene reminiscent of earlier in the day, I wrapped the towel around myself and went to greet him; I had to keep civil with him until the morning.

“Tayla? Fuck, your face!” Zayn slurred as he stumbled towards me, stinking of alcohol.

As he touched my face I winced, half with pain and half with disgust of him actually touching me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too –“

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going home tomorrow.” I announced, Zayn barely acknowledged my words.

“I’ll make this alright, I promise.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand, he leaned forward to kiss me, I moved back quickly.

“We’re over, Zayn. Please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Before Zayn had a chance to reply my phone rang.


“Hello, is this Tayla?” The woman on the end of the phone was British, surprisingly.

“It is, who is this?” I asked, curious.

“This is Lucy from The News of the World, I’m calling about a story we are publishing about you tomorrow.”

“A WHAT?” I looked at Zayn, his face was blank.

“We have recently been informed of a sex tape starring yourself and Zayn Malik, last night we took ownership of this tape and we are going to leak it tomorrow to our readers. We wanted to give you a warning, because, well, it’s not going to be pleasant for you or your family.”

The woman hung up the phone immediately after finishing her sentence; I dropped my phone on the floor in shock.

“What’s up?” Zayn asked, walking over to the window and lighting a cigarette.

“They…They…have our sex tape.” I could barely utter the words, I was so distraught.

“Who’s they?”

“The News of the World, someone sent it to them.” I sat down on the bed, numb with shock.

“Oh. That’s a bit of a pickle.” Zayn casually smoked his cigarette as if nothing was wrong. I looked at him; a slight smirk appeared on his face.

“It was you, wasn’t it? You sent it to them didn’t you?”

Zayn chuckled at me, I ran over to him and began hitting him in the chest, he grabbed hold of my wrists and held me up as I broke down in tears.

“How could you do this to me? You have ruined my life!” I screamed at him through distraught tears.

“Listen to me, Tayla. They won’t publish it, I’ll stop it, I’ll get my lawyers to stop it immediately.” I looked up at him, completely confused. “There’s a small catch though, I will only do it if you promise to marry me.”

“What? Have you gone completely insane?” The tears had mostly stopped now, all I felt was a mix of anger and confusion.

“No, I’m finally thinking straight. We belong together, I just had to do this one thing to make you realise. Once we are married, I promise, you won’t regret it.” Zayn had a massive, proud smile on his face.

“I can’t do this, Zayn. We don’t belong together at all, this is wrong.”

“So you want the whole world to see us fuck, do you?  Will it make your mum and dad proud to see their daughter beg for my cock?”

“Of course not!” I screamed in his face.

“You know what to do then, princess.”

Zayn reached inside his pocket and pulled out a ring, a beautiful diamond ring. I shook my head as he took my hand and slipped the ring on.

“No.” I cried, tears streaming down my face.

“Looks like you don’t have a choice, sweetie.”

Zayn pulled me into a hug; it felt as if he was squeezing the life out of me, emotionally he was.

“Now why don’t you go and fix yourself up, cover up that awful cut on your nose, it’s not attractive. We’re going down to the restaurant for dinner; all the lads will be there. We can tell them our good news.”

I looked at him one last time, searching for a hint that this was all just one big elaborated prank he had decided to play on me but all I could see was evil. I begrudgingly did as I was told, I had no other choice.


Zayn and I were the last to the large table at dinner, he constantly held onto the small of my back as if he was making sure I wouldn’t be running off anywhere, I didn’t have the guts. I had managed to cover up as much of my nose bruising as possible, it was hardly noticeable thankfully. As I sat down at the table I could feel Harry’s eyes burn into me, the tension in the atmosphere was almost unbearable, I wondered if I was the only one who could feel it. I glanced up at him; he shook his head slightly as if to ask what the hell was going on, I made sure to keep my ring finger hidden under the table.

“Before we order food myself and Tayla would like to make an announcement.” Zayn took my hand and held it tight. “We would like to announce that after being together for such a long time, we have decided to take the next natural step in our relationship, we are getting married.”

Zayn held out my ring finger to show everyone the very expensive ring he had forced on my finger, proudly.

“Congrats man!” Louis said, standing up to hug Zayn.

All of the boys apart from Harry congratulated us excitedly, Zayn lapped up the attention of course, I sat there with a fake smile plastered inconvincibly on my face.

“I don’t feel too good.” Harry said, standing up from his seat.

“Aren’t you gonna congratulate me mate?” Zayn asked smugly.

“Oh, yeah. Congratulations. Treat her right, mate. She’s special.”

Harry practically ran from the table and through the fire escape. I gave it exactly a minute before I asked Zayn’s permission to go to the toilet; he shook me off as he carried on lapping up the attention the boys were showing him. I rushed through the fire escape, looking around in the darkness before I spotted a slouched figure against the wall. As I approached him, he looked up at me, tears streaming down his face.

“What the fuck, Tayla?” He asked, his voice filled with anger.

“I’m sorry, Harry…”

“Do you enjoy leading me on? Am I just a play thing for you? I thought we were going to be together, properly, tomorrow and now you’re getting married? Did earlier mean nothing to you?”

“Of course it did, Harry. You just don’t understand, I have to do this.”

I just wanted to hold him, to stop him from crying, I loved him so much and I was hurting him. It killed me to see him this way.

“What don’t I understand? You don’t have to do anything. Is this what you want, Tayla. Do you want to marry him?” Harry stared at me, desperate for me to say no and to run off with him. I wished so hard that I had the guts to do that but I didn’t.

“This is what I want, Harry.”

Harry moved off the wall and pushed past me before turning back.

“Fuck you, Tayla. I hope you’re happy with that woman beating piece of shit. I love you so fucking much.” Harry ran off, I could hear him cry for quite a distance. I had to fight back my own tears, it took all my strength. I breathed in deeply before walking back into the restaurant to join my fiancé.

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