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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17. 17. Spooning On The Sofa

At around 5 am, everyone at Harry’s party got comfortable either on a sofa, or, down on the carpet and fell asleep. Zayn and I slept on one of the sofas with our bodies glued together. My back was pressed against his torso, my butt against his pelvis, and our legs were intertwined. His arm was around my waist and whenever I moved away in my sleep, he gently pulled me back. His deep hot breaths lashed the back of my neck all night long, making me feel safe and secure.

I woke up by the sound of soft whistling and when I opened my eyes, I saw Harry wandering around his living room butt naked. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him naked, either. He always walked without any clothes on in the dressing rooms. ‘Morning, Harry,’ I said and he finally noticed that I was awake.

‘Oh, morning, love,’ he replied, quickly slipped into a pair of black boxers and sat down on the armchair opposite me. He put his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, and joined his big hands together. ‘How was your night with Zayn?’ he asked with a little grin and a wink.

I smiled big. ‘Perfect.’

‘Glad to hear it,’ he said.

‘How was your night? Did you have fun?’ I asked, stroking Zayn’s forearm. He was still sleeping. Harry shrugged, sat back and put his hands behind his head. Then, I asked, ‘What time is it?’

‘It’s almost noon,’ Harry replied, getting up. He went into the kitchen. I looked around. Liam was sleeping on a sofa, while Louis and Niall were sleeping on the floor. When I made to get up, Zayn stirred, waking up.

‘Where are you going?’ he mumbled, sleepily.

‘To the bathroom. Go back to sleep,’ I told him and he nodded, closing his eyes again.

Yawning, I walked into the bathroom but before I could pull my black tights down and sit on the toilet, someone grabbed a fistful of my hair, abruptly turning me round. I whined in Hunter’s face.

‘Morning, love,’ he groaned before he shoved me up against the wall, crashing his body against mine. My heart pounded against my ribs and a dark smirk graced his mouth because he could feel it. I couldn’t breathe and I felt sick inside. He clutched my neck dangerously tight. He could snap it like a twig if he wanted to. He was capable of doing it, too.

‘How did you get in here?’ I breathed. I didn’t struggle. I was careful not to set him off.

‘Your daft rockstar friend left his front door unlocked,’ Hunter replied. He was talking about Harry.

‘What do you want, Hunter?’ I asked and a few tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.

He laughed. ‘What a stupid question. I want you, of course.’ My body shook shamelessly against his as fear took me over and he grinned proudly. The wanker was actually enjoying this. When his eyes fell on the butterfly necklace Zayn had given me, he asked, glaring at it, ‘Did he give you this?’ I pressed my lips and didn’t reply but he clutched my neck even tighter and I gasped. ‘Answer me,’ he ordered through his teeth.

I coughed a couple of times before I said a simple, ‘Yes.’

‘I don’t get why you like that douche,’ he said, shaking his head.

‘Stop calling him that,’ I complained.

Hunter stared at my face. ‘You have to understand, love,’ he began, playing with a lock of my hair. ‘I thought your love for me was unconditional and irrevocable. I can’t let another guy steal that away from me.’

I was so mad but all I could do was grit my teeth. He always talked about me as if I was his property, as if I only existed to make him feel good about himself. ‘You always treated me like dirt,’ I whispered and a couple of tears escaped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.

‘Shhh, now,’ he told me, touching my mouth, and then, he pressed his lips against mine.

‘NO,’ I protested but he drowned my cries with his tongue, kissing me roughly. When he attempted to take my dress off, I struggled.

‘Stay still,’ he barked.

‘I don’t love you anymore!’ I cried in his face. Whether what I said was the truth or not, it didn’t matter. What followed did. Without any hesitation, Hunter lifted his hand up, ready to hit me, like he had done too many times before. I quickly shut my eyes, turned my head away and waited for the blow, but when I felt nothing, I sheepishly peeked at him.

‘What kind of a coward hits women?’ Harry shouted. He had come in the bathroom and had grabbed Hunter’s wrist, stopping him right before doing what he had in mind. He pulled him away from me, too.

Hunter freed himself before he asked, coolly, ‘What’s it to you, rockstar?’

‘Get the fuck out of my flat,’ Harry growled and stood in front of me, with his broad back to me. Was he trying to protect me?

‘Doll, what’s taking you so long?’ Zayn asked, walking into the bathroom, too, but when he saw Hunter, he yelled, ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

Hunter bowed his head and grinned, not bothering to reply. Then, he looked right at me. ‘I’ll see you again soon, Vod,’ he promised, winked at me and left. Just like that.

Zayn pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly. He kissed my hair before he asked Harry, ‘What happened?’

‘I heard noises coming from in here and when I walked in, I found that prick ready to hit Vod,’ Harry said.

I turn to look at him. ‘Thank you,’ I said to the curly haired boy while resting my cheek on Zayn’s chest.

‘Don’t mention it,’ Harry said with a warm smile. With his arms folded, he stared at me for a moment, as if he felt sorry for me. I turned away. I didn’t want Harry’s pity. ‘Anyway, I’ll let you two alone,’ he said in that raspy voice of his, leaving the bathroom.

Zayn got my face in his hands and lifted my head up. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked, looking into my eyes.

‘Yes,’ I lied, faking a smile.

He sighed. ‘You’re a tough cookie, aren’t you?’

‘I kind of am,’ I replied.

Zayn hugged me again. ‘He’ll regret this. I promise,’ he said.

‘Let’s go have some breakfast,’ I told him, changing the subject.

‘Let’s go,’ he agreed, nodding once, and then, he took my hand and led me into the kitchen.

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