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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2. Two Can Play That Game.

 

I had spent most of the night before replaying the scene over and over again in my mind. I felt like such a fool, I hated the fact that I had played right into his hands; Harry had me right where he wanted me and he could play me however he wanted. I had to change this.

As I washed my hair, scrubbing my scalp as if to rid my mind of thoughts of Harry, I heard the front door close.

“Hello?” I shouted over the noise of the shower.

“Hey babe, I’m home.” It was Zayn only now arriving home from work.

I climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body and another around my hair.

“Where have you been?” I asked, walking into the bedroom where he was now laid on the bed, one hand holding the remote for the TV the other ruffling the ends of his hair. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night.

“Studio.” He mumbled, not even bothering to look at me.

“On your own?” I questioned.

“No, the boys were there too.” His monotone voice controlled the lies.

“Funny that, Harry came round to see you last night.”

I walked out of the room, not even bothering to hear any more of his lies. We had been over this a thousand times before, he will never admit he was cheating but I knew deep down he was, I just couldn’t prove it.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Zayn shouted after me, quickening his pace to follow me into the living room.

“It means what it sounds like, you’re lying again.” I attempted to pick my purse up off the side table but Zayn immediately grabbed my arm.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He spat the words at me as he pulled me round to face him. Anger burned through his eyes.

“Let go of me, please.” I asked, my eyes pleading with him but to no avail, he only tightened his grip on my arm. He pushed me up against the wall, slamming my back into the brickwork without a thought for my wellbeing.

“When are you going to learn, Tayla? You don’t talk to me like that. When I say I was at work, I was at work. Have we got that clear?” Every word spat from his mouth and hit me as if they were rocks.

I nodded, desperately trying to loosen his grip. My arm was throbbing with pain now.

“I said have we got that clear? Answer me, bitch.”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry.” I could feel tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes but I fought hard to not cry. Crying was a weakness and right now I needed to show as much strength as possible.

 

I sat under the huge oak tree, hidden deep within the grounds of Zayn’s apartment block. My legs tanned in the blazing sun as I read a naughty part of the latest Jackie Collins novel. As I got more and more engrossed in the elevator sex scene I felt someone throw themselves down on the grass next to me.

“Hi.” Harry’s smile spread wide across his face.

I peered through my sunglasses at his gorgeous face, his curls holding in place his Raybans and his green eyes glistened as the sun rays hit off of them.

“What do you want?” I asked, feigning a sense of annoyance when I really just wanted to jump on him.

“Don’t be like that Tay. I’ve been thinking about you.”  

“I’m not playing this game with you, Harry.” I opened up my book back up and pretended to read.

“As she felt him fill her up with his hard cock, she erupted in pleasure, gripping hold of the barrier to steady herself. Her body slammed against the cold metal elevator shaft…”

“Do you mind?” I asked, interrupting Harry reading my book out loud.

“I had no idea you were into this kind of kinkiness. This just turns me on even more…”

“Harry that is so inappropriate, I’m your best friend’s girlfriend.”

Harry stared at me for a moment before taking off my sunglasses and holding onto them.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see your eyes. Do you know they turn a darker shade of blue when you are turned on?”

“And how could you possibly know that?” I laughed off his comment.

Harry moved closer, his breath tickling my ear as he began to whisper in it.

“Because every time our faces are this close, every time we almost kiss, every time our bodies brush past each other when we’re in a room full of people, I feel it. You feel the same as I do. Every time I see you I just want to rip your clothes off and pleasure you in a way like you have never had before.”

His lips were almost touching my skin as he slowly moved from my ear, across my cheek, stopping just before my lips. As he stared deep into my eyes, lust burning through, he licked his lips hungrily before moving in for the kill. I jumped up.

“What the hell?” Harry asked, his face screwed up in confusion.

I knelt down so our faces were almost touching again.

“I told you, I’m not going to play your games, Harry.”

I stole my sunglasses back off of him before hurrying away, feeling extremely pleased with myself. I had evened the game out now, Harry no longer had control and I knew it would be frustrating him beyond words. This would be fun.

 

“Come here, babe.” Zayn said as I walked into the apartment.

“What Zayn?” I was still angry with him so I resisted slightly as he took me in his arms, wrapping both arms around my waist.

“I’m sorry about how I reacted earlier. I just get so mad when you don’t trust me, I love you so much.” He sounded sincere and a year ago I would have forgiven him in a shot but a lot was different now, I was different now.

“Ok. I’m tired; I’m going for a nap.” I tried to break free by he held onto me tightly.

“I have something for you.” He reached inside his jeans pocket before pulling out a gold box.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Open it up and see, silly.”

I opened the box to reveal a sparkling diamond bracelet. It was absolutely beautiful.

“Oh wow it’s stunning!” I whispered in awe.

“Just like you, baby.” Zayn kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you so much!” I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly.

“Wait, I have one more surprise!”

Zayn reached into his pocket again and pulled out two pieces of card, handing them to me.

“Plane tickets to Florida?” I screeched in excitement, Zayn knew that Florida was where I had wanted to go forever.

“For two whole weeks, baby.” Zayn looked so proud.

“How the hell did you get two weeks off of work?”

“I didn’t, we’ll be working a bit over there but I will also have a lot of time free to spend with you. I promise.”

The excitement wore off quickly, this wasn’t a planned holiday it was just work I was allowed to tag along on. Zayn pulled me into a hug once more but my face no longer wore a real smile but a fake one.

Two weeks on holiday with your boyfriend and Harry, how the hell are you going to get out of this one? 

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