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!’


22. 22. Empty and Afraid

After Hunter drove away, we all went back inside, but before I could relax a little, I noticed Harry and Niall staring at my bra. I quickly zipped Zayn’s jacket up to my neck, glaring at them. Harry grinned, put his hands in his jeans’ pockets and looked at the ground, while Niall chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

‘I’ll go put some clothes on,’ I told Zayn, kissing his cheek. As I went up the stairs, I turned to look at them and caught Harry checking out my butt. Zayn’s pair of boxers was too short and too tight on me. Harry winked at me, not looking away, and I shook my head, hurrying towards the bedroom. I closed the door and searched through Zayn’s chest of drawers for any kind of clothes. I finally put on a large grey knitted jumper, a pair of his black pajama bottoms and a pair of his grey socks. I cringed when I looked myself in the mirror. I hated these colors on me, but as I didn’t have much of a choice, I didn’t complain. I didn’t bother taming my hair, either, because, I would have failed, so, I let them fall loose and messy over my shoulders.

My phone buzzed on the bed and I picked it up, reading the text I got.

Hunter..: You’re mine, remember that.

I struggled really hard not to scream at the top of my voice and release all the frustration Hunter was causing me. That’s it, I thought. I’ve had enough of him. I dialed his number. He answered immediately.

‘Stop saying that,’ I demanded. ‘I’m not!’

Hunter laughed. ‘I’m the one who has your heart, babe, and I’m not planning on giving it back,’ he said in his deep, husky voice, sending a cold shiver down my spine. ‘Didn’t we use to have fun together?’ he asked.

‘Yes, until you started hitting me,’ I replied coldly.

You know I never meant to hit you or hurt you,’ Hunter said, raising his voice, getting angrier once again.

‘But you did,’ I said. I felt empty. Hunter had drained all emotion from me.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. ‘Doll?’ Zayn called from outside before he walked in. When he saw I was on the phone, his face hardened. ‘Who are you talking to, Vod?’ he asked, disapproving and disappointed, because, he probably already knew the answer.

Sleep with him again and I’ll break his arm. I promise,’ Hunter warned in my ear and I gasped. Before anything else happened, Zayn came to me in two long strides, grabbed the phone from my hand and turned it off. He threw it on the bed and stared at me. He was quiet but he was clenching his jaw, clearly holding back whatever he wanted to yell at me. Then, he sighed, calming down a little. ‘Come on,’ he said, taking my hand and dragging me out of the bedroom. We went down the stairs and into the living room.

Harry and Niall were sitting back on the big sofa opposite the lit up fireplace. Niall was eating a chicken bake from Greggs that he had brought with him. Harry was staring at the fire, his big emerald eyes were glistening. Zayn sat down at the end of the sofa and I sat down beside him, tucking my legs under me. I was sitting between him and Harry. The curly haired boy put his arm at the back of the sofa behind me, turned to me and asked, ‘Why did you ever go out with a psychopath like that?’ His brow was furrowed and his bright eyes were intently studying my face, probably trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.

I rested my chin on my knees and looked at the carpet, avoiding his gaze. I shrugged. ‘I was young and stupid,’ I simply said, adding, ‘Oh, and he’s not a psychopath.’ I always had this stupid need to defend Hunter.

Niall choked on the food in his mouth. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand before he kind of yelled at me, ‘Are you kidding us? Are you for real?’

I flinched at the angry tone but Niall was right to react this way. Hunter had messed me up so badly that I actually believed I was still in love with him, that I would always be in love with him. Maybe I was. Maybe I would be. Who knows?

‘Niall, not now, mate,’ Zayn said. Niall shook his head and went back to eating his chicken bake.

Zayn rubbed my back and even though I was soothed by his touch, I jumped up from my seat, stood in front of him and said, dead serious, ‘I don’t think we should see each other anymore.’ Zayn’s warm honey eyes widened. They were filled with disbelief. I went on, ‘I’ll quit my job first thing tomorrow morning.’ Harry and Niall stared at me, too, looking kind of upset with my decision. Zayn got up and I took a step back.

‘I’m guessing this is because of Hunter. Right, doll?’ Zayn said in his softest tone and I got mad because he was treating me as if I was the most fragile thing in the world.

‘Stop patronizing me!’ I complained. ‘Hunter said he’ll break your arm if we … stay together,’ I paraphrased. ‘And I know he will.’

‘Are you really that afraid of him?’ Zayn asked, pretty pissed now.

Yes. I’ll go get my things and call for a taxi. I’ll be out of your life in no time at all,’ I said.

Before I could run away, Zayn grabbed my wrist and growled my name in warning, ‘Vod…’

I yanked my hand free, ran up the stairs and into the bedroom. Zayn was in the bedroom with me in no time at all. The stupid door didn’t have a lock on it. Zayn grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body hard against mine. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them on the wall over my head. When he pressed his forehead on mine, I said through my teeth, ‘You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?’

Zayn sighed, his cigarette breath hitting my face. ‘I’m not letting you go, doll. The sooner you accept that, the better,’ he said softly, hovering his lips over mine. His eyes were closed and he slowly rubbed his nose against mine.

I swallowed with difficulty, closing my eyes, too. ‘I’ll never forgive myself if you get hurt,’ I told him, trying really hard not to cry.

‘I won’t get hurt, baby, so, please, stop worrying about that,’ he said, freeing my wrists. He put his arms around my head, engulfing me in a bear hug. I clutched the back of his t shirt in my fists while he held the back of my head, kissing my hair. ‘We’ll go through this together, yeah? You’re not alone anymore,’ he told me and even though I was reluctant, I nodded.

‘I think I’ll take a shower to calm down,’ I said with my head resting on his shoulder.

‘Mmm,’ Zayn murmured, his chest vibrating against mine. ‘I’ll join you.’ At his words, I immediately stiffened in his arms. ‘Vod, relax, baby,’ he said, holding me even tighter. ‘Hunter won’t hurt me. Okay?’

‘Okay…’ I replied, whimpering a little bit. ‘What about Harry and Niall?’ I asked. ‘They came all the way up here to see you.’

Zayn walked to the door, opened it and shouted, ‘Oi, don’t come up here, yeah?’

The two boys down the stairs burst into loud laughter. ‘Have fun you two,’ Harry shouted and Zayn chuckled, closing the door.

I blushed, glaring at him a little. ‘Did Harry and Niall really have to know what we’re about to do?’ I asked, putting my hands on my hips. Zayn shrugged, moving closer. He placed a hand on each side of my stomach and leaned his head to me, burying his face into my neck.

‘Shh, love, relax,’ Zayn breathed, rubbing his nose against my neck. When he melted his lips into my skin, I ran my hand through his hair. ‘Come on,’ he said, pulling away. ‘I want to wash you,’ he told me with a wink. Then, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

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