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!’


20. 20. Birthday Gift

Zayn killed his Bentley’s engine outside a little picturesque cottage and I blinked because it was so beautiful. It had taken us an hour to get there and the nearest house was about a mile away. The cottage and the tall trees that surrounded it were the only things around. It was pretty secluded. Too secluded, actually.

Zayn placed his hand over mine, which I had resting on my thigh. ‘So? What do you think?’ he asked.

‘It’s a little secluded,’ I replied, turning to him.

His lips formed a small grin and he brought his face closer to mine. ‘So that you won’t have anywhere to run other than into my arms,’ he said in a deeper voice and placed a lingering kiss on my mouth. I really thought that my heart would burst out of my chest. ‘Come on.' When we got out of the car, he grabbed my hand and we ran towards the cottage. It had begun snowing heavily a while ago and everything was covered by a blanket of snow by now.

The cottage was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. There was a living room with rustic furniture and a brick fireplace, a wooden kitchen and a staircase which I was sure led to a dreamy bedroom. After Zayn lit up the fireplace, he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

‘Only you and the boys know about this place,’ he said, breathing down my neck. ‘I come here whenever I want privacy, whenever I want to be left alone with my thoughts.’

‘It’s beautiful,’ I said, stroking his forearm. ‘Should we hang out?’ I asked. ‘Everyone at the party must be wondering where you are, so, we should get going soon.’

Zayn chuckled. ‘Hang out?’ he asked, amused. I hadn’t let him have his way with me since that morning in my shower, so, I guess he wanted more now. ‘Doll, I’m taking you back to London on Monday,’ he said, matter of fact. It was Saturday night now.

‘But I don’t have any spare clothes with me,’ I complained.

‘You won’t be needing any clothes this weekend, love,’ he whispered into my ear, adding hoarsely, ‘Trust me.’ He put all my hair over one shoulder and nibbling my neck, he said, ‘I won’t let you out of my arms until you’ve had enough.’

‘Zayn…’ I breathed, feeling as if the floor had caved in under my feet. When his phone rang, he groaned in complain, but when he saw who was calling, he cursed under his breath. ‘Who is it?’ I asked but he didn’t reply to my question and hit answer.

What kind of monster breaks up with his girlfriend on his birthday?’ Perrie screamed on the other end of the line and I winced, stepping back. Zayn sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He looked kind of fed up with all the drama. Perrie took advantage of his silence and went on, ‘You’re with her right now, aren’t you? You didn’t waste any time, did you, you little fu – ’

‘Love, please,’ Zayn interrupted her and I grimaced because he had called her love.

Have your dirty weekend with her, Zayn, but when you come asking me to take you back, like you always do, I might just say no this time,’ Perrie said, adding, ‘I almost feel sorry for the poor girl. Did you make her believe that you actually care about her? You’re one good actor, Zay – ’

Zayn hang up the phone before Perrie could finish her bitter rant. I looked at him with wet eyelashes, arms glued to my sides, and pouting. Was I really only a dirty weekend to him? Did he lie when he told me he was in love with me? Had he tricked me again? I didn’t know what to believe anymore. His phone rang. It was Perrie again. He rejected her call, turning the phone off.

‘There,’ he said, smiling. ‘She won’t be bothering us again.’ When he moved closer, I stepped back. He sighed, tiredly. ‘Don’t tell me you believe what Perrie said?’ he asked, irritated.

‘I don’t know. Should I?’ I said with my guard up.

‘She only wants to ruin this for me. Don’t you understand that?’ Zayn yelled, desperate to make me believe him. I hadn’t seen him so angry before.

‘Don’t yell at me,’ I cried and he raised his hands in the air as an apology.

He approached me slowly, got my face in his hands and said, looking right into my eyes, ‘I care for you more than I’ll ever let it show, so, have that in mind if I act like a prick sometimes. But I do care about you.’ Somehow, I believed him, so, I nodded. He pressed his forehead against mine, letting out a sigh of relief. ‘So, what do we do now?’ he asked with his eyes closed. His hands were still planted on each side of my face and I put mine over his.

‘I think I want to give you your birthday gift now,’ I said shyly. I had decided that I had made him wait long enough to have me again and besides, I wanted it as badly as he did. When Zayn realized what I was talking about, he opened his eyes, locked them with mine and grinned, enjoying my blushing.

The muscle in his jaw jumped before he asked mischievously, ‘Will I like it?’

I shrugged. ‘I hope you will,’ I replied.

I took his hand and led him up the stairs, teasingly slowly, but the moment we walked into the bedroom, he whirled me round, taking all the control. Holding my arms tight, he crashed his mouth against mine, his tongue demanding immediate entry. His kiss was deep, needy and rough. When he pulled away, I chewed on my lower lip, holding back a complain.

'Strip for me,' he ordered, firmly folding his arms across his chest, and my eyebrows flew up, but I did as I was told. I followed his orders. I took a step back, unzipped my dress and peeled it off me. It fell down, pooling at my feet. I stood in front of him only in my black underwear and black high heels but my legs were shaking while my breathing had become ragged. Zayn clenched his jaw and he swallowed with difficulty, as his eyes scanned my body, drinking me in. When his focus returned to my face, he groaned, 'Step out of your shoes.' And I complied. Then, he covered the distance between us, abruptly pushing me on the bed. When I hit the mattress, I looked at him, surprised. With his eyes fixed on my quivering body, Zayn unbuttoned his shirt. He threw it on the floor, climbed on the bed and got on top of me. He separated my legs with his knee, getting comfortable between them. His pupils were so dilated that I could barely see the beautiful hazel color of his eyes anymore. They were so dark right now.

'I fucking love your mouth,' he said gruffly, staring at it, and I smiled at him, caressing the back of his neck. When his lips found mine again, I was so wrapped up in his kiss that he had taken off my underwear before I had even realized it.

I gasped. ‘What just happened?’ I asked in a daze.

Zayn chuckled. ‘Sorry, doll,’ he said, kissing me below my right eye. ‘You made me wait so long for this,’ he continued, kissing me below my left eye. ‘That I practically have no patience left in me at all,’ he completed, kissing my forehead.

I sighed. ‘I want you,’ I murmured, folding my arms around his head. I wasn’t ready to tell him I love you just yet.

‘You better,’ Zayn replied in warning but softly. That night, on his birthday, we made love for the second time.

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