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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13. 13. Put On Your Blank Mask, Vod

While I slept in Zayn’s arms that night, I felt Hunter watching me. I knew he was. I even heard him whisper to me, ‘Does he hold you like the way I do?’ I shivered and held on Zayn tighter, refusing to open my eyes and wake up. It must be a dream, I thought in my sleep. But then Hunter whispered, breathing into my ear, ‘Be a good girl and dream of me now.’ Then, I heard the door open and close. I knew he was gone now but I did dream of him. I remembered of the time he had hit me across the face for no reason at all and my mind replayed the memory for me in the form of the perfect nightmare. I squeezed my eyes, whimpered and clutched the bed sheet.

‘Vod,’ Zayn called, gently shaking me. ‘It’s only a dream, doll. Wake up.’

But it wasn’t only a dream. That was the problem. I fluttered my eyes open and lifted them up to him.

He was looking at me. ‘Morning, doll,’ he said, smiling.

‘What time is it?’ I asked, sitting up.

‘Almost 7,’ he replied and I groaned.

‘I’ve got to get to work,’ I sighed, getting up.

I put my shoes on but Zayn grabbed my wrist. ‘How about a kiss first?’ he asked, smirking. I smiled but before I leaned in, Perrie walked in the room. Zayn quickly let me go and even though I didn’t really appreciate that, I stepped back from the bed.

‘Oh, baby,’ she cried, running to him. ‘I came as soon as I could,’ she said, sitting down on the bed, beside him, and I held back a pfft.

Zayn chuckled before he told her, ‘Perrie, this is Vod, our new stylist.’ The blonde singer didn’t even turn to look at me. She looked like a snob, if I’m honest. ‘She came 5 minutes ago to ask what I want to wear today,’ he lied and I shook my head.

‘I don’t care,’ Perrie said. She put her hands on either side of Zayn’s face and went on, ‘The only thing I care about right now is that you’re okay.’

And yet, it had taken her 8 hours to come to him, I thought. Argh. I wish I could say it out loud and in her face. Was I jealous that she was holding him and I wasn’t? Maybe I was but only a little though … Okay, maybe a lot. Actually, I was dying of jealousy inside. But what difference did it make? None. Zayn chose to be with her. Not me. Her.

‘I should go,’ I said, walking to the door.

‘Don’t go to the room across the hall,’ Zayn warned, growling a little. I froze, touching the doorknob.

‘Who’s in the room across the hall?’ Perrie asked.

‘The guy I fought with,’ Zayn replied, irritably, and I looked over my shoulder at him. He was staring at me with angry eyes because, since Perrie was there, he could do absolutely nothing to stop me from going to Hunter.

‘Why did you fight with him?’ she asked.

‘He talked shit about the band,’ he lied before he finally said the truth, ‘And I can’t stand it when people talk shit about the things I love.’

‘Oh,’ Perrie replied, looking at me, too, now. There was the slightest look of suspicion on her face.

I forced myself to fake a smile. ‘I’ll see you later,’ I simply said and left. I stood outside room 318 now and my heart pounded painfully in my chest. I breathed in before I knocked and opened the door. But the bed was made and the room was empty.

‘Are you Violet Bronze?’ someone asked from behind me and I turned round. It was a tall, skinny, blonde nurse and she had a strange smile on her face.

‘Yes,’ I replied and she handed me a note.

‘Hunter Prior left this for you,’ she said and I knew she was taken with him, like almost every girl that met him was.

‘He left me a note?’ I asked, lifting my eyebrows. Honestly, who leaves a note these days? I was sure he only did it to creep me out. And it worked. The nurse nodded and left. I unfolded Hunter’s note and read it.

I’ll let you have your fun with the douche but never forget that your beautiful face, your heart and your body are mine

P.S. I love to watch you sleep

Hunter

This won’t have a happy ending, I thought, hiding the note in my bag. As long as Hunter was alive, I would never feel safe. But I could deal with him because I was used to him. I didn’t want to drag Zayn in my twisted relationship with him though. Hunter was dangerous and right now, Zayn was his prey. I had to push Zayn away from me, for his own sake. As for me, well, like I’ve said, I wasn’t proud of it, but I was used to him.

*

At work, I avoided Zayn at all cost and even though he noticed, the boys were so busy today that he couldn’t come talk to me. They were kept after hours, too. When I returned to my flat, I changed into my pink pjs and sat on the sofa with a bagel sandwich and a cup of tea. I turned on the telly and absentmindedly watched whatever film was on. When there was a knock on my door, my heart skipped a beat. I got up and slowly walked to the door. I swallowed hard, touching the doorknob.

‘Who is it?’ I asked.

‘It’s me, doll,’ Zayn replied. ‘Open up.’

When I heard his voice and not Hunter’s, I let out a sigh of relief. I opened the door with the blankest expression on my face because I had to pretend I had no feelings for him. It’s for his own good, I reminded myself. When I looked at his glimmering honey eyes and his smiling face though, my eyes softened. Be strong, Vod, I thought, and send him away …

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