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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21. 21. Soulmate

At dawn, my growling stomach woke me up and I rolled out of bed. I hadn’t eaten anything since my lunch yesterday and I was pretty much starving right now. Zayn was softly snoring, still fast asleep.He was on his back with his head turned to the side and had one hand resting on his stomach. His hair was all messy, which made him look hot, and he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, something which made him look even hotter. He was so peaceful while he slept. He was like a little boy, like an angel. He was naked, like I was, and the duvet was wrapped around the lower half of his body.

I picked up my underwear from the floor, put my bra on, but sighed when I looked at my panties. Zayn had shredded it to pieces when he had taken it off me last night. He was kind of a beast last night, if I’m honest. Careful not to wake him up, I tiptoed to the chest of drawers and opened the first one. Thankfully, he had some clean clothes in there. I got one of his black boxers and slipped it on.

When I closed the drawer, Zayn drew a deep breath in before he called in his thick morning voice, ‘Doll, come over here.’ The minute I sat down beside him, he grabbed my nape and pulled my head down, our mouths crashing into each other. I placed my palms on his warm chest while his tongue dominated mine in a long, wet kiss. When he pulled back, I was left kind of breathless. ‘Get back into bed,’ he groaned gruffly, grabbing my wrist and forcing me to lie on top of him. He stared at my face through half open eyes, holding on to my hips. He was still sleepy.

‘I’m hungry,’ I said, nestling into his neck, stroking his chest.

Zayn moaned to my touch. ‘Hungry for me I hope,’ he teased and I laughed a little. When I placed soft kisses below his ear, his hands trailed down my spine, settled on my butt and squeezed. Then, the most embarrassing thing happened. My stomach grumbled way too loudly and Zayn burst into uproarious laughter. ‘Okay, okay, I get it. You’re hungry,’ he laughed and I pulled back to look at him. My eyebrows were furrowed and my lips pursed.

‘It’s not funny,’ I complained.

He smirked. ‘It’s a little funny.’

‘It’s not,’ I insisted, childishly.

His eyes were smiling as he shook his head. He slapped my butt before he said, ‘Go make us some breakfast. I’ll take a quick shower and come down in a minute.’ He unlocked his arms from around me and I huffed as I got off of him.

‘It wasn’t funny,’ I repeated, walking away, and I heard him laugh again as he headed to the bathroom.

*

When I walked into the kitchen, I found Zayn’s black leather jacket hanging at the back of a chair. Biting my lower lip, I picked it up and put it on. I was still only in my bra and one of his boxers, so, I was cold. I zipped the jacket up to my chest and buried into it, smelling it. His cologne and personal smell were all over it. Zayn was beginning to become a necessity to me and I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.

Right, back to breakfast, I thought, wanting to distract myself. I pulled the jacket’s sleeves up to my elbows before I got an apple, a banana and an orange. I began slicing them, placing the pieces into a bowl. I was going to make a fruit salad.

A strong shower gel scent preceded Zayn’s voice, ‘Doll, have you seen my – ’ When he walked into the kitchen and his eyes fell on me, he chuckled, not finishing his question. He came up behind me and hugged me a little too tightly. ‘That’s my favorite jacket you have on,’ he said, nuzzling into my hair, pushing his nose through it, and when he kissed the back of my head a few times too many, I giggled like a little girl.

‘Do you want it back?’ I teased, putting the knife down. My hand, like the rest of my body, was trembling against him.

‘Yes,’ he murmured, brushing his lips against my neck. He placed a long, lingering kiss there before his hand got the zipper. ‘Now,’ he breathed into my ear, unzipping the jacket down to my stomach. When there was a knock on the door, I froze and an invisible hand punched me right in the gut. I had a bad feeling about this. ‘It’s Haz and Niall,’ Zayn told me, sensing my tension. ‘They texted me that they were on their way here. You know, since I bailed on them last night and all that.’

‘Oh,’ I replied, but somehow, I felt that it wasn’t them behind the front door. The knocks became a lot more persistent and Zayn frowned, beginning to worry, too. He walked towards the door and I took his hand, following him. Suddenly, I was afraid to be alone.

When Zayn opened, he yelled, pissed, ‘You must be kidding me!’

It was Hunter. Hunter. At the sight of him, my whole body twitched and my lungs closed. For a moment there, I really thought I would never breathe again. Hunter’s dark brown eyes intentionally fell on my interlocked fingers with Zayn, and like the coward that I was, I immediately let go of Zayn’s hand, stepping a feet away from him. Zayn glared at me sideways, not really pleased with how I had reacted.

As a nasty grin crept across Hunter’s face, I could almost hear his voice saying inside my head, that’s my good girl. Then, he proceeded to wash his eyes over the length of me. He drank in my face, neck, exposed bra, hips, bare legs and curled toes. His stare was so intense that I could actually feel him undressing me with his eyes, touching me in his mind. I flinched, turning away.

In an attempt to protect me, Zayn grabbed my wrist and tugged me behind him.

‘My car broke down,’ Hunter lied. ‘Right outside your cottage. Imagine that.’

‘The fuck it has,’ Zayn said, hissing.

‘Hey, if you don’t believe me, go check it out yourself, mate,’ Hunter dared, pointing at his black Mercedes, which was parked right next to Zayn’s Bentley.

‘I think not, mate,’ Zayn replied. ‘You’re daft if you think I’m going to leave you alone with Vod.’

Hunter chuckled. ‘I’m not daft, but I kind of hoped you were, so, you’d go.’

‘What do you want here?’ Zayn asked through his teeth. Hunter didn’t reply but fixed his eyes on me, making his answer pretty obvious. I hid behind Zayn, clutching the back of his t shirt.

‘You know,’ Hunter began. ‘She cried when I made love to her,’ he said crudely, nodding towards me.

The color disappeared from Zayn’s face. ‘When?’ he asked with his lip curled. His right hand had clenched into a fist on his side. He had fallen right into Hunter’s trap.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy?’ Hunter asked, winking at Zayn, while a satisfied smirk was plastered on his lips.

‘It was months before I met you,’ I quickly told Zayn, touching his hand which was turned into a fist. I watched as relief washed over his features and he relaxed, letting me uncurl his fingers from his palm and intertwine them with mine.

‘And months after we had broken up,’ Hunter added. ‘You know what that means, mate, right? She’s mine whenever I want her to be.’

At that, Zayn gnashed his teeth, squeezing my hand hard. Hunter was messing with his mind. ‘Hunter, enough!’ I cried.

Hunter leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms, his strong biceps stretching against the sleeves of the black leather jacket he had on. ‘I spent the night in the car, you know,’ he told me and my eyes widened. The cottage was so secluded that Zayn and I didn’t bother closing the curtains of the bedroom window last night. Had Hunter… I sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed against the lump in my throat before I could process the thought. Had Hunter watched me make love with Zayn!? The anger and annoyance in his eyes told me that he had.

Harry and Niall were heard laughing and talking from outside but when they saw Hunter, they both fell quiet. They came inside and stood on either side of Zayn and me. ‘What is this lowlife doing here?’ Harry asked Zayn, glaring at Hunter.

‘I want to talk to you for a minute. Alone. Outside,’ Hunter said, looking at me, ignoring all others. I nodded but when I made to move, Zayn pulled me back. We were still holding hands.

‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ I assured him, touching his chest. Zayn was reluctant to let me go but he did. I followed Hunter outside, closing the front door behind me. ‘What?’ I asked coldly, folding my arms, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

‘You know I’ll make him pay, right?’ Hunter said. He was talking about Zayn.

‘No, you won’t,’ I objected.

‘Oh, I will, alright,’ he promised. ‘For playing with what’s mine.’ He wanted to touch my face but I slapped his hand away. His eyes hardened. ‘I know I have short temper issues but I’ll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me.’ I struggled when he grabbed my face, pulling me closer. ‘I’ll do whatever you want me to do,’ he said, staring right into my eyes. ‘And if that’s not enough, I’ll try again and again until you take me back. You get that?’ I pursed my lips and tried to turn away but he didn’t let me. He forced me to look at him and only at him. ‘I’m your fucking soulmate, Vod,’ he shouted in my face.

His words were like razor cuts across my heart, because, God, how I begged that wasn’t true. I whimpered, hitting him on the chest.

‘Fight it all you want, baby,’ he went on. ‘You know it’s true. You’ll come crying back to me in the end.’

Shut up!’ I cried, hitting him again, but he laughed, enjoying my failed attempts to hurt him.

At that moment, Niall opened the front door, Zayn grabbed my arm, dragging me away from Hunter and pulling me into his own safe arms, while Harry told him, dead serious, ‘I think it’s time for you to piss off.’

‘Relax, pretty boy,’ Hunter mocked him. ‘I’m going.’

The three boys wouldn’t go inside until they saw Hunter get in his car and drive away. I, though, had buried my face into Zayn’s chest, absorbing his warmth, and refusing to look at the asshole who had scarred me with so many insecurities that would last me a lifetime.

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