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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18. 18. Maybe, You’re Gonna Be The One That Saves Me

After I dressed the five boys in white shirts and blue trousers for the pool photo shoot they had today, Lou handed me a tube of hair gel for men and said, all nervous, ‘Help me style the boys’ hair, Vod. The photo shoot starts in 5 minutes and I can’t do it all by myself.’ I nodded and then, she said, ‘I’ll do Harry, Liam and Louis’ hair. You do Niall and Zayn’s, yeah?’

‘Sure,’ I replied, already putting some hair gel in my palm. Zayn whispered something to Niall before he sat on the chair. When I stood in front of him, he put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him, making me stand between his legs. I hid a smile and ran my hands through his hair, slowly and gently, and while I did, he stared at my face. I leaned over him a little to fix the hair at the back of his head and I saw him peeking down my t shirt. He licked his lips and I pulled away. ‘You’re all done,’ I told him, wiping my hands on the back of jeans.

‘Can I see you tonight?’ Zayn asked, getting up.

‘Nope,’ I replied and called Niall, ‘It’s your turn, Irish boy.’

‘Why not?’ Zayn asked, kind of irritated. Niall took his seat on the chair.

I sighed, folding my arms, and tilted my head a little to the side. I looked at Zayn, into his eyes, thinking that I really cared about this boy. But I had been giving him the cold shoulder lately because it’d been almost two weeks since New Year’s and he still hadn’t broken up with Perrie. ‘I think you know why,’ I told him. Then, I put my hand on his arm and tried to move him over but he didn’t budge. He clenched his jaw while his eyes burned holes through me.

‘Do you want me to beg?’ he asked in a throaty groan. ‘I don’t beg.’

‘I won’t be your second choice, Zayn,’ I told him, stubbornly.

‘Two minutes until the photo shoot,’ someone shouted and I panicked.

Zayn noticed, so, he said, ‘We’ll talk about this later.’ Then, he walked away, letting me do my job.

Niall was quiet while I fixed his hair, biting his nails, but suddenly and randomly, he said, ‘Zayn doesn’t know how to swim.’

I looked at him. ‘He doesn’t?’ I asked, blinking.

‘Nope,’ Niall replied, shaking his head back and forth. ‘If he was alone in a pool, he would drown if nobody jumped in to save him.’

‘Oh no,’ I gasped, putting my hands over my mouth. An image of Zayn drowning had popped into my mind and it hurt my heart.

‘Yeah, well,’ Niall said, shrugging, and got up. ‘Just have that in mind,’ he warned me, pointing his index finger at me, and then, he walked to where the others were.

‘Okay, boys, get in the pool,’ the photographer said and the five of them did what they were told. They had to do a photo shoot in wet clothes. The water was up to their waists and they followed the instructions that the photographer kept giving them. I watched them posing and having fun with each other for a while before I began folding and packing clothes. The photo shoot lasted for a few hours and when it was finally over, the boys were all wet and exhausted. They went to change clothes right away and I put my coat on, ready to go home. I was pretty tired, too.

‘Vod,’ Zayn called. He had changed into a pair of jeans and a grey band t shirt. He was standing next to the pool and I shivered when I remembered what Niall had told me. ‘Can I talk to you?’ he asked, digging his hands in his jeans’ pockets.

‘Not tonight,’ I told him but when I turned to leave, I heard a loud splash. Zayn had slipped and had fallen in the deep side of the pool. He was somewhere below the surface. I quickly took my coat off and dropped it on the ground, along with everything else that I was holding, before I ran and jumped into the pool. I grabbed Zayn’s arm, pulling him up. He sucked in a deep breath, coughed a couple of times and grabbed the wall. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, opening them.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, terrified. He nodded and I touched his cheek. ‘Don’t you ever scare me like that again,’ I cried. ‘Ever.’

Zayn chuckled. ‘I knew you would come save me,’ he said.

‘What!? Did you fell in the pool on purpose?’ I asked, squealing a little. Zayn only grinned and I yelled at him, ‘You could have drowned, you … you … idiot!’ He shrugged and I exploded, ‘Argh! I can’t believe you!’ I got out of the pool and went to gather my things.

‘Vod, wait,’ Zayn called, getting out of the pool, too. He came after me.

‘I can’t go outside like this,’ I complained. ‘I’ll catch pneumonia!’

Zayn grabbed my arm, turning me round. He put a hand on either side of my stomach and pulled me against him. ‘You should spend the night here with me, then,’ he said, rubbing his nose against mine.

‘You did all this so I’d spend the night with you?’ I asked, giving in to whatever fate had in store for me with this boy. He nodded and I asked, ‘Was it worth it? Almost drowning? For me?’

‘I have you back in my arms, haven’t I?’ he whispered, kissing my nose.

‘I knew you were trouble when you walked in,’ I said, running my hands through his wet hair. ‘So, shame on me now…’

‘Don’t sing that anywhere near Harry,’ he joked. ‘Because, if you do, a curse or two will come your way.’ I laughed a little but when he melted his lips into my neck, I folded my arms around his head, shut my eyes and breathed out his name. The spell he had put on me was so deep and I had fallen for him so hard that he was all I needed now.

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