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!’


11. 11. Hello There, The Angel From My Nightmare

When Hunter moved closer, I sucked in a breath. Zayn snorted, folding his arms.

‘Come on, come over here, love,’ Hunter told me. ‘Didn’t you miss me?’

Every part of me ached to go to him but Zayn grabbed my wrist, preventing me.

‘Don’t,’ Zayn told me through his teeth but I glared and freed myself. What right had he to tell me what to do?

So, I ran to Hunter, crashing into him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up, and I shut my eyes, wrapping my own arms around his head. I pressed my cheek against his and he got a fistful of my hair. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he whispered to me, kissed my ear and put me down. He stroked his thumb under my eye, staring at my mouth and grinning.

Paul, the bodyguard, put a hand on Hunter’s shoulder and said, ‘You don’t have permission to be back here, mate. Leave on your own or I’ll have to get you out.’

‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist, mate,’ Hunter said, mocking. ‘I only came to see my girl.’

‘She’s not your girl,’ Zayn said with his lip curled.

‘Oh, really?’ Hunter asked with an ironic lift of his eyebrows. A dangerous grin was playing on his lips.

‘Yeah,’ Zayn dared, moving closer.

‘Mate. Out. Now,’ Paul said, dragging Hunter away from me.

‘I’ll come with you,’ I quickly said, not letting go of his hand. When it came to Hunter, I was like a puppy, always chasing after the soles of his shoes.

‘Don’t worry, darling,’ Hunter told me. ‘I’ll see you tonight,’ he promised, winked at me and walked away with Paul.

I turned to the five boys. Liam, Niall and Louis were speechless while Harry was smiling at me awkwardly. Zayn clenched his jaw before he told me, ‘You’re a fool.’

‘Aw, are you jealous that I’m not a fool for you?’ I asked, sarcastically, and fluttered my eyelashes at him. Zayn was taken aback and looked hurt but I really didn’t care because the way he had taken advantage of me in the shower that morning was still an open wound on my heart. Then, I said, ‘I’ve set an outfit for each of you in the dressing rooms. You should all go change. You have another interview in an hour.’

When the five of them walked away, Harry patted Zayn on the back and told him, ‘In all honesty, I can’t say that I blame Vod for being mad at you.’


After work, I hurried home, took a quick shower and put on a black corset top, a pair of grey skinny jeans and black high heels. I let my hair dry on its own and curl naturally. While I dressed my eyelashes with black mascara, I thought that Zayn deserved what would happen tonight. He really did. Every time Hunter came round, I was always in a dilemma if I should fall back into his arms but Zayn had made my decision a whole lot easier this time. When I was done with makeup, I sat on the sofa, waiting. I was very nervous all of a sudden. I looked at my watch. It was midnight. And then, it was a quarter after midnight. And then, it was a quarter to one. Hunter didn’t come. I lied on the sofa, turned on the telly and closed my eyes, shutting out every thought of Hunter and Zayn because I was pretty sure that I hated them both now.

The music video of This Kiss by Carly Rae Jepsen was on but when it ended, the presenter of the music program said, a little too loudly and excitedly, ‘I have some intriguing news to share with you, peeps. Zayn Malik, yes, the hot member of One Direction with the smoldering eyes, got in a bar fight with the 22 year old London citizen, Hunter Prior. Both boys were injured and were taken to the hospital. The reason which has sparked their argument is yet unknown to the public.’

My eyes flew open and the minute I jumped up from the sofa, my phone rang. It was Harry calling me. I answered but had no voice to speak.

Vod?’ Harry asked from the other line. ‘Are you sleeping? Did I wake you up?’

I pulled myself together and replied, ‘I wasn’t sleeping.’

I don’t know if you’ve heard what happened …’ Harry said, trailing off.

‘I did but I wish I hadn’t.’

I heard him chuckle. Then, he said, ‘I’m outside your block of flats. Come downstairs and I’ll take you to the hospital.’

I hang up, grabbed my coat and ran downstairs. When I climbed into Harry’s car, he ordered, but sweetly, ‘Buckle up, love.’

I pulled the seatbelt across my chest and asked, kind of panicked, ‘What happened exactly?’

‘I wasn’t there but if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say they fought because of you,’ Harry replied. I turned to look at him. He was grinning and his dimple had popped but he was looking straight ahead.

‘Are they badly hurt?’ I asked and my voice cracked. A few tears had gathered too but I held them back.

Harry put his hand on my knee. His eyes were always on the road. ‘No, love. Don’t worry. They only have a few scratches each. Liam told me. He’s already at the hospital.’ I nodded and he withdrew his hand.

When we finally got there, we found out that Zayn was in room 317 and Hunter in 318. I stood in the middle of the hallway, looking from the one closed door to the other.

‘Who do you want to see first?’ Harry asked, already touching the doorknob of 317.

‘I honestly don’t know …’ I replied.

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