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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15. 15. Last First Kiss

When I woke up the next morning, I was in my bed. How did I get here, I thought, sleepily, but then my eyes fell on Zayn. He was standing by the open window and had his back to me. He was talking on the phone. I smiled because he must have carried me here after I fell asleep on the sofa last night.

I think you’re getting a little too attached with Vod, mate,’ I heard Harry say from the other end of the line. ‘We all like her and she’s great at her job but what about Perrie?’

Zayn was silent for a moment. Then, he told him, ‘I don’t know, Haz. All I know is that no one ever has made me feel like she has.’ From the bed, I stared at his back, biting my thumb. He didn’t know I was awake. He sighed before he went on, ‘But anyway, talk to Paul. Tell him to do what I told you and to text me after he does it.’

I frowned, thinking, what was that all about? When he hung up, I quickly shut my eyes. He climbed on the bed and stroked my hair, kissing each one of my eyelids. I drew a deep breath and fluttered my eyes open, acting as if I had just woken up.

‘Morning, doll,’ a smiling Zayn told me, moving his hand from my hair to my neck. He caressed it and his touch was the softest thing I’ve ever felt on my skin. ‘How did you sleep?’ he asked.

‘Really good,’ I replied, smiling.

‘Good,’ he said, looking at my mouth. Then, he lifted his eyes up to mine and asked, ‘Do you mind if I take a quick shower here?’

‘No, not at all,’ I told him. ‘The bath towels are in the bathroom and if you need anything else, just call me.’

The grin on his face told me that he had thought of something naughty but he didn’t say it, he only nodded and got up. He knew I was vulnerable right now because of the whole thing with Hunter and he was too careful not to hurt me in anyway. If you think about it, he was here since last night and he didn’t even try to kiss me once! I was actually impressed. I watched him walk into the bathroom before I rolled out of bed. He didn’t close the door, he let it half open. I heard water running and I swallowed hard.

‘Vod, NO,’ I said under my breath to myself because I was tempted to peek. Actually, I was dying to take a look. It was wrong, I knew that, but I wasn’t that much of a good girl, so, I tip toed my way to the bathroom door and looked inside.

Zayn had his back to the door. He was rubbing soap on his torso with his one hand while he held the shampoo bottle in his other, pretending that it was a microphone and singing Last First Kiss. He was singing it so passionately that I felt as if I was watching him perform in one of the band’s concerts but with the tiny detail that he was butt naked. My shower was his stage right now. His eyes were closed and a vein was playfully popping on his neck while he sang, ‘Girl what would you do? Would you wanna stay if I were to say, I wanna be last yeah, baby let me be your, let me be your last first kiss …’

I bit my lower lip, smiling, and watched him until his phone buzzed on my bed. It was a text from Paul. I stared at the phone. I wanted to read it. I wanted to know what he had asked from Paul to do. I looked over my shoulder at the bathroom. The water was still running and Zayn was still singing, so, I took a big breath before I grabbed his phone and quickly read the text.

Paul: I paid Hunter Prior a little visit like you told me to do. A half naked blonde opened the door. When Patch came out, I warned him to stay away from the band and everyone who’s associated with the band or else I’ll have the police involved. The little prick laughed in my face. Be careful, Zayn. This boy’s fearless and dangerous.

‘What are you doing there, doll?’ Zayn asked from behind me and I jolted, twirling round. He had a white bath towel wrapped around his hipbones and a seductive grin on his face. When he saw his phone in my hands, he turned serious, moved closer and got it away from me. He read Paul’s text, too, and then, we both fell silent, looking at each other. I was kind of mad at him for asking Paul to go threaten Hunter behind my back and he was kind of mad at me for taking his phone and reading his text without asking.

‘I hope you know that you’ve just woken up a sleeping giant,’ I told him, scolding.

‘I’m not afraid of him,’ Zayn replied. He was so thickheaded sometimes.

‘You should,’ I replied.

Zayn sighed, took my hands and brought them up to his chin. He kissed each one of them before he said, ‘I don’t want this guy anywhere near you, doll, and I’ll do everything I can to keep him away from you.’ I didn’t know what to say to all these promises, so, I was glad that his phone rang. He answered and said, ‘Hey, Haz.’

Are you still with Vod?’ I heard Harry ask. Zayn chuckled and walked as far away from me as he could before he replied, ‘Yes, why?’ I couldn’t hear what Harry was saying now. They talked for a while and I made some breakfast while they did. I made toasts with butter and jam and some tea. When Zayn hung up, he sat on the sofa and I sat next to him, handing him a cup of tea.

‘What did Harry want?’ I asked, blowing into my tea.

‘He’ll have a New Year’s Eve Party and told me to invite you,’ he replied, taking a big bite out of a toast.

‘Oh,’ I said, blinking. I didn’t see that one coming.

Zayn rested his hand on my hip and half smiled. ‘I can’t wait to dance every slow song with you at Harry’s party,’ he said, rubbing my thigh.

‘What about Perrie?’ I asked.

‘She’ll be out of town with Little Mix,’ he replied, drinking his tea.

‘Will you break up with her?’ I asked, running my hand through his wet hair.

He stared into my eyes. The morning sun made the color of his eyes look like liquid gold. ‘Right after New Year’s,’ he replied and I only hoped that he was telling the truth. He finished his toast but he had some jam on the corner of his mouth. I smiled, touched his cheek and drew his face nearer to mine. I kissed the corner of his mouth, licking the jam away. When I pulled away, he grabbed my wrist, not letting me withdraw my hand from his cheek. ‘Not so fast,’ he moaned and pressed his lips against mine.

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