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!’


10. 10. The Night Hides All The Things We Like

‘So, boys, if you were stranded on a deserted island and you could take with you one other person, and one other person only, who would you take?’ the interviewer asked, leaning forward.

Zayn and Harry chuckled, bowing their heads, Niall and Liam smiled, while Louis turned to them, asking, ‘Who would you take boys?’

I was watching the interview from behind the cameras. I was always around in case I was needed for a last minute shift of their outfits or some other emergency. It had been a week now since Zayn had gotten back together with his ex and I pretty much avoided him all the time and only talked to him if I absolutely had to. It wasn’t as if he bothered talking to me either. It was as if he didn’t care anymore. Just like that. I hated him.

‘I’d take Dusty,’ Harry replied. ‘My cat.’ This boy was always hiding the truth.

The interviewer and the rest of the band laughed.

‘I’d take Jamie Oliver with me,’ Niall replied. ‘A boy’s got to eat, right?’ he added, patting his stomach.

Again, everyone laughed.

‘I’d take my girlfriend,’ Liam said, smiling.

‘Me too,’ Louis agreed, nodding.

‘Ah, yeah, definitely my girlfriend,’ Zayn said last, adding, ‘I don’t think that I can live without her.’

I was holding a hair dryer and had the strongest urge of throwing it at him but I gripped it instead until my knuckles turned very white. In fact, I felt like throwing a lot of things at him this past week but I couldn’t afford getting fired from this job. I needed the money. So, I simply suffered it all in silence. The interviewer asked the next question and my phone buzzed in my hand. When I saw that it was a text from my ex, I nearly dropped the phone. Zayn noticed. The 5 of them were sitting on a sofa opposite the camera I was standing behind. A shiver crawled down my spine when I read his text.

Hunter..: I missed you. I’ll come by your flat tonight at midnight.

I realized I was shaking. My ex, Hunter Prior, 22, was tall, dark and handsome, but dangerous and abusive, too. He was my first love, so, he had gotten under my skin and I couldn’t get him out, no matter what. I don’t think that I ever would. I met him when I was 15 and was with him for 4 years. I finally found the guts to break up with him last year but that didn’t change the fact that I’d die for him if I had to. I never said NO to him either. Never … Hunter often came barging into my life, messing everything up, and now was one of those times. I got another text. It was from my best friend, Missy. I read it.

Missy: Hunter’s back in London. He came by my house, asking a whole lot about you.

I put my phone away. In all honesty, Zayn was an angel next to Hunter's.

When the interview was over, Niall came running to me. ‘What did you think, Vod? Was I any cute?’ he asked, grinning.

‘You’re always cute, Irish boy,’ I said, smiling, and messed with his hair.

Niall laughed before he asked, ‘Do you find me cute enough then to go on a date with me?’

‘But you’re my friend, Nialler,’ I told him, pouting. These boys were changing girls like they were changing their shirts and I wasn’t planning on making the same mistake I had done with Zayn with anyone else from the band.

‘Your friend, huh?’ Niall replied, kind of irritated.

‘Well, yeah … ’

‘That was harsh,’ Harry said, walking by us.

‘Come on, mate,’ Louis told Niall, putting his hand on the Irish one’s shoulder. ‘I’ll help you apply cold water to the burnt area,’ he joked, dragging Niall away.

Then, Zayn moved closer. I folded my arms and glared. ‘What do you want?’ I asked in the coldest voice I could master.

‘Who texted you?’ he asked.

‘God, you have a lot of nerve,’ I told him, walking away.

‘Was it Aaron?’ he asked, following me.

‘Since you two became such good girl friends, I’m not talking to him anymore,’ I said over my shoulder. It was Aaron who had given Zayn the key to my flat the night that we got a lot closer.

Zayn grabbed my arm, turning me round. ‘Who was it then?’ he asked. He was literally in my face.

‘None of your damn business!’ I replied, pushing him away.

When I turned my back to him, he asked, ‘Was it Hunter?’

I froze for a moment. Then, I turned to face him. ‘How do you know about … him?’ I asked. Sometimes, I couldn’t even say his name out loud.

Zayn frowned, annoyed and jealous with the power Hunter had on me. ‘Was it him?’ he repeated. I pressed my lips, not replying. ‘Stay away from him, doll,’ he advised. ‘Find a guy who’ll treat you as you deserve.’

‘And these are the words of the boy who tricked me into sleeping with him right after he had gotten back together with his ex!’ I cried, not caring that the rest of the band was watching.

‘It’s not what it looks like,’ Zayn simply said.

‘I don’t care,’ I replied, shrugging. My phone buzzed and I jolted because I somehow knew who it was. My breathing quickened and I read the text.

Hunter..: Don’t tell me you actually slept with this douche?

I gasped, looking around. And there he was. Hunter was standing in the shadows, tall, dark, built and dangerous. He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded and was burning holes through me with his bedroom eyes.

‘How did he pass security?’ Niall asked.

Well, Hunter had his ways.


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