Hey Bad Boy, You're A Tad Overrated

Violet Bronze, Vod, is One Direction’s new stylist and she hates how full of himself Zayn Malik is. Yes, he has smoldering good looks and a moody, mysterious attitude, but Vod is not so easily impressed. Or so she thought. When Zayn begins to send her mixed signals, one minute he acts as if he wants her, the next he ignores her, she doesn’t know what to think or what to do. But there’s one thing she’s dying to tell him, ‘Hey bad boy, you’re a tad overrated!’

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1. 1. Blackmailing!

Zayn pulled his t shirt over his head and threw it on the carpet. In his black jeans and black boots, he sat on the sofa. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned his head forward. He stared at me, waiting. I showed him a white shirt. He thought for a moment. Then, he said, ‘No.’

Here we go again, I thought. ‘How about this one?’ I asked, showing him a navy blue one.

‘No,’ Zayn said again, slowly shaking his head back and forth.

I pressed my lips, keeping my calm. ‘This is nice, isn’t it?’ I persuaded, showing him a purple one.

‘Sorry, love, no,’ he replied and I held back a groan. It wasn’t the first time Zayn was doing this to me, keeping me after hours until I found the perfect clothes for him. In fact, he kept doing it from day one I started working for the band. It had been a week now.

‘Just tell me what you want to wear and I’ll find it for you,’ I said, desperate, and raising my voice.

‘Are you being sassy?’ Zayn asked with a grin. He was actually mocking me! But he was the boss, one of them anyway, so I just glared, holding my tongue.

‘I’m sorry. I’m just tired I guess,’ I told him.

‘Let’s make a deal,’ he said, getting up.

‘What kind of deal?’ I asked, folding my arms. He was still shirtless and I unconsciously moved my eyes from his face to his neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, belly, hipbones and all the way back up. He was hot but just so full of himself.

‘Like what you see?’ he asked, moving closer. I blushed and quickly grabbed his t shirt from the floor.

‘Just put your t shirt on,’ I ordered, shoving it into his stomach.

‘Have dinner with me tonight,’ he said, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. ‘And I promise I’ll wear whatever you bring to work tomorrow.’

‘I have a boyfriend,’ I lied, yanking my hand away. Trouble was written all over this boy.

‘Oh, yeah?’ he said. He didn’t believe me. ‘What’s his name?’ he asked.

‘Aaron,’ I replied. It was the name of my best friend.

‘And how long have you been together?’ he asked, humoring me.

‘I don’t think that that’s any of your business, Zayn,’ I said, trying to sound as firm as possible.

‘I only want to know a bit more about you and your imaginary boyfriend, that’s all,’ he said coolly.

‘He’s not imaginary!’ I protested.

‘Whatever you say, love,’ he replied, putting his t shirt on. He was making me so mad.

‘Can we please go back to what you’re going to wear at the interview tomorrow?’ I asked but when he looked at me with those big honey eyes of his, I lost all trail of my thoughts.

‘Will you have dinner with me?’ he asked again, serious.

‘NO.’

‘Then, I don’t care,’ he said, heading to the door.

‘Where are you going!?’ I squealed, following him.

‘I’ll probably go grab a bite and then head home,’ he replied, shrugging. I grabbed his arm and he turned round.

‘You can’t just leave!’ I told him. ‘We haven’t finished yet!’

‘Have dinner with me,’ he insisted.

‘This is blackmailing!’

‘I know you like it,’ he said, grinning. I pressed my lips and hit him on the shoulder. He chuckled. ‘Were you trying to hurt me because I actually felt nothing.’

‘Shut up,’ I said, hitting him again. He grabbed my wrist and I tried to step back but he wouldn’t let go. ‘You’re acting like a total baby!’ I complained, struggling. When Niall came in the room, Zayn let me go.

Niall hooked his arm around Zayn’s neck and said, patting him on the chest, ‘Is my mate keeping you after hours again, Vod?’

‘It’s fine,’ I said, complaining a little bit. ‘It’s my job.’

‘Are you coming to dinner with us?’ Niall asked and Zayn fixed his eyes on me. Gosh, his eyes …

‘I’m sorry I can’t,’ I replied, looking away.

‘We’ll see you tomorrow then,’ Niall said, dragging Zayn out of the door.

When they left, I shook my head. Zayn Malik was nothing but trouble.

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