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!’


19. 19. Birthday Boy

‘Are you sure Zayn doesn’t know we’re throwing him a surprise party?’ I asked Harry, really really worried.

‘Yeah, love. Trust me, yeah?’ the green eyed boy said, looking into my eyes. He put his hands on my arms and rubbed them a little, wanting to calm me down.

‘Okay,’ I nodded. It was Zayn’s birthday today and everyone at work had organized a surprise party for him. Harry, Niall and I were responsible for the decoration and the cake, while Liam and Louis were responsible for misleading Zayn into believing that everyone of us were out of town tonight.

I looked around Zayn’s flat. Harry and I had filled the place with black balloons, the whole floor was covered with them, and Niall had bought him a big, perfect deep blue birthday cake. I wanted tonight to be perfect for him. The boys had also invited Zayn’s old friends from Bradford and his new ones from London.

‘Zayn’s on his way up,’ Liam whispered, turning off the lights, and we all stood next to each other, opposite the door, waiting. We heard keys rattling from outside and when the door unlocked and opened, Zayn pushed Perrie up against the wall while they shared a heated kiss.

‘SURPRISE!’ everyone shouted but all our voices trailed off soon enough.

Zayn quickly turned on the light and searched the crowd of people with his eyes, looking for me. When he finally found me, his face went white. I shook my head, feeling like such a fool.

‘Keep calm, love,’ Harry whispered into my ear, rubbing my back. ‘Things aren’t always what they seem.’ Then, he walked to Zayn with his arms open. He hugged him, saying, ‘Happy birthday, man. We love you.’

Liam, Louis and Niall gathered round him, too. ‘You didn’t see that one coming, did ya, bro?’ Liam said, smiling, and patted him on the back.

Zayn was dumbfounded. All of the people that were there went closer to wish him Happy Birthday but I stayed last, hesitating. I opened my mouth but before I could say anything, he said, ‘It’s not what it looks like.’

‘Oh, so, you didn’t really have your tongue down her throat?’ I asked, adding ironically, ‘Was it all an illusion?’

‘Let me explain,’ he pretty much begged.

‘Please, go ahead and tell me how much “you like me” after what I just saw,’ I said, using two fingers on each hand as quotation marks.

‘I don’t only like you, doll. I’m in lov – ’ Zayn began but I cut him off.

‘NO. I’m not hearing anything. Enough is enough, Zayn,’ I complained. I was hurting. ‘Anyway, I don’t want to ruin your night, so, Happy Birthday but bye bye.’ I attempted to walk by him and out the door but he grabbed my arm, not letting me go anywhere.

Perrie was talking with a few people across the room but her eyes were fixed on Zayn and me, so, when she saw that, she called, ‘Baby, come over here for a minute.’

He mumbled a curse before he told me, ‘Just, don’t go yet.’ Then, he went to her.

I shook my head and turned to leave but Harry put his arm around my neck, pulling me against his chest. ‘You can’t leave now, love,’ he said, dragging me back inside. ‘Zayn’s about to blow out the candles.’ I struggled a little but he ignored me and began singing way too loudly the Happy Birthday song. Everybody joined in and I sighed in defeat.

‘Make a wish, baby,’ Perrie told Zayn, holding the cake in front of him, and I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. He chuckled and when he blew out the candles, everyone cheered.

‘I’ll go get us some cake,’ Harry told me and when he walked away, I stood alone, feeling all awkward. Niall noticed and came closer. He was holding a plate with cake and had already eaten most of it. He stood next to me but didn’t speak. He did that a lot. He felt comfortable with me, even if we were both quiet, and that was kind of cute.

Harry came back and handed me a paper plate with a massive piece of cake in it. I looked at it, wide eyed, but thanked him anyway. He smiled and then began eating his own. Liam was talking with Louis nearby and I smiled when I noticed that the little weirdo was using a fork to eat his piece. Then, I looked at Zayn. Perrie was feeding him cake and he was smiling. Right, I thought, putting the plate on the table.

‘I should go. I’m a working girl and I have to get up pretty early tomorrow,’ I said to Harry and Niall, hiding the pain I felt behind one of the fakest smiles I had mastered so far. They both nodded but the Irish one looked kind of sad about me going. The curly haired one though gave me a comforting smile and a wink. I didn’t dare glance at Zayn. It was no use. He looked happy with his girlfriend and I didn’t fit in that picture at all. So, I left.

As I stepped out into the street, I hummed a song, preoccupying my mind with its lyrics and absolutely not with any thoughts of him. It was freezing cold tonight, too, so, I buried myself even further into my coat.

‘Doll,’ Zayn called loudly and when I turned round, he was already running towards me. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he asked with a smile playing hide and seek on his mouth.

‘Zayn, what are you doing?’ I complained with a sigh. ‘You should be in your flat right now, enjoying your birthday party. With your girlfriend.’

He still had that unreadable smile on his face. He looked down for a moment and then back up. ‘I broke up with her,’ he finally said, shrugging.

‘What!? When? Why?’ I asked, pretty shocked.

He moved closer, put his face inches from mine and took my hands in his. His warm breath, which smelled like vanilla, the flavor of his birthday cake, tickled my nose when he replied, ‘Just now, because I’m in love with you.’

‘Zayn, I …’ I began but couldn’t finish my sentence.

‘You don’t have to say anything right now,’ he told me. ‘I get it. I do. I know I’ve hurt you in the past and I guess you want to be more cautious now, right?’ I nodded, looking down. ‘Hey, don’t be sad, now,’ he said, lifting my head up. ‘Come on, I want to take you somewhere,’ he said, leading me by the hand to where his black Bentley was parked.

He unlocked the brand new car and I said, frowning, ‘But you don’t have a license.’

‘Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to drive, doll,’ he told me with a grin and a wink, holding the passenger seat door open for me. When I climbed inside, he closed it and then, I watched him walk around the car to the driver’s door. When he got inside, he started the car and told me to buckle up.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked as he drove away from his block of flats.

‘You’ll see,’ he said with his eyes on the road. ‘Because the night’s just begun for us.’

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