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!’


12. 12. You Had My Heart, At Least For The Most Part

‘Vod,’ Harry called, asking for my attention. I looked at him and he asked again, ‘Who do you want to see first?’

I opened my mouth but before I could reply, Liam, Louis and Niall came out of Zayn’s room. Eleanor was with them, too. She was holding hands with Louis.

‘Hey, guys,’ Liam said, smiling.

‘Zayn kicked us out,’ the Irish one said, rubbing one of his baby blue eyes. It was 2 am by now. Niall yawned before he went on, ‘He said he wanted to go to bed.’

‘Hmm, I see,’ Harry said with a furrowed his brow. He thought hard for a moment before he grabbed my wrist, opened the door to Zayn’s room, pushed me inside and closed it behind me. ‘Put him to bed, love,’ Harry told me from the other side of the door. ‘He’ll like that.’ Then, I heard them all snicker from outside.

Harry!’ I cried, stomping my high heel on the ground and with my hands in fists on my sides. He couldn’t see me, of course, but I was angry at him, nonetheless.

‘Doll?’ Zayn called in a thick voice from behind me. I swallowed hard and turned round. He was wearing black pajama pants but his torso was bare and he was barefoot. When my eyes fell on the big patch between his stomach and ribs, I gasped. The patch was held in place with bandage. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, coldly.

‘I heard about the bar fight and I came to see you,’ I replied.

Zayn snorted. ‘Me or the jerkface across the hall?’ he asked, not convinced.

I chewed my lower lip, not answering that, and moved closer. He stayed perfectly still as I gently touched his patch. ‘What happened?’ I asked, lifting my eyes up to his face.

Zayn held an eye contact with me while he said, ‘Your jerkface broke a bottle and cut me with it. But then, I punched him on the face. I think I hit some ribs, too.’

I shoved at the back of my mind the state Hunter must be in and focused on Zayn. ‘Does it hurt?’ I asked, looking at the patch again and trailing my fingertips on it.

‘Nah,’ Zayn replied, coolly. ‘Two doctors stitched me up and gave me drugs for the pain. I feel nothing.’ He looked so proud of all this.

‘Who started the fight, Zayn?’ I asked, demanding for an answer.

‘I did,’ he simply said, shrugging.

‘May I ask, why?’

‘It doesn’t matter.’

‘It does to me! What if you were seriously hurt?’ I asked, raising my voice.

‘I got in a fight for you and that’s all you have to say?’ Zayn asked, chuckling and shaking his head.

'Who asked you to?!' I cried. Honestly, what did he expect? To call him my hero and fall into his arms?

Zayn grabbed my arms and yelled in my face, shaking me, ‘That prick said that he can have you whenever he pleases. Wake up, Vod. He doesn’t care about you!’ He calmed down, only a notch, and went on, ‘Look at you, all dressed up for him. You don’t know how that kills me, doll.’

‘You have a girlfriend, Zayn. What do you want from me?’ I asked in a flat voice.

He abruptly let me go, pushing me away. ‘Perrie begged me to take her back but the fire between us is gone,’ he said.

‘You’re still with her though,’ I told him, hugging myself.

‘I was with Perrie for a whole year. It won’t be easy breaking up with her,’ he said. If he thought that would make me understand, he was wrong.

‘Fine. Leave me alone, then,’ I said and turned to leave but he grabbed my arm.

He moved closer. ‘I don’t think that I can do that, doll,’ Zayn said, stroking his thumb on my lower lip. ‘Now that I had you once, I want more. I need more.’

‘That’s very selfish of you,’ I replied, barely breathing.

‘Stay the night,’ he said, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He was staring at my mouth.

‘I refuse to come between you and your girlfriend,’ I told him, trying to sound determined. I wondered though how many minutes it would take me before I caved in to him.

Zayn leaned closer. ‘Stay the night,’ he repeated in a whisper, brushing his lips on mine.

‘B-but …’ I began but I shut up when he softly kissed my top lip. He did the same to my lower one but lingered, keeping it between his lips, sucking it.

He pulled away and rubbed his nose against mine. He asked, ‘Have I convinced you yet? Or do I have to do this?’ He leaned in and playfully yet gently licked my lips before he pushed his tongue into my mouth. That did the trick because I couldn’t hold back any longer. I folded my arms around his head and he placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. We kissed for a while, exploring each other’s mouths, until Zayn pulled away. ‘Wow,’ he breathed, swaying a little. He went on, chuckling, ‘These drugs are really starting to kick in.’

‘You should lie down,’ I told him, touching his chest. He nodded and climbed on the hard, small hospital bed.

He grabbed my wrist. ‘Lay here with me,’ he said.

I kicked my high heels off and climbed on the bed, too. I put my head on his chest and my arm over his stomach. I was careful not to touch his wound.

Zayn yawned before he confessed, ‘What really set me off at the bar tonight was when Hunter told me that he used to hit you and that you always forgave him and went back to him anyway. He said that even if he hit you again, you’d do the same. Is it true?’

Yes. I didn’t say it out loud though. ‘Try and get some rest,’ I told him, rubbing his chest.

‘He told me that you belong to him, always have and always will,’ Zayn said in a sleepy voice. ‘Do you understand now why I attacked him?’

I was quiet and tears blurred my vision but I didn’t let them fall just yet. Zayn’s breaths became deep and I knew that he had fallen asleep. I blinked, letting two teardrops fall on his chest. I sniffed and closed my eyes. Hunter was sleeping in the room across the hall but I tried not to think about that. Soon, I dozed off, too.

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