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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23. 23. I'm Yours

Zayn drove me back to London on Monday morning, like he had promised, and we spent every second of the next few days together in his flat. One morning, I woke up tangled in Zayn’s bed sheets. I was naked and on my stomach. Zayn was caressing my back with his fingers while singing softly in my ear,

‘I may not have the softest touch

I may not say the words as such

And though I may not look like much

I’m yours

And though my edges may be rough

I never feel I’m quite enough

It may not seem like very much

But I’m yours…’

I kept my eyes closed, feeling his voice and touch carrying waves and waves of warmness through my entire body, from the top of my head to my very last toe.

‘Morning, mate,’ Harry’s raspy voice came from the door. ‘Is Vod still sleeping?’

‘Yeah,’ Zayn replied. He sighed, falling quiet for a moment. ‘I love her, Haz,’ he confessed.

Harry chuckled. ‘I know you do, mate. We should get going though.’

I was facing away from Zayn, so, I pouted without being noticed. I didn’t want him to leave. I stayed still when Zayn whispered to me, kissing me below my ear, ‘You’re the only angel in my life.’ Then, he rolled out of bed. ‘Come on, Haz, let’s go,’ he said, patting him on the back.

When they closed the front door behind them, I opened my eyes and sat up, wrapping the black sheet around my chest. I frowned when I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was only 8 am and I couldn’t help but wonder what Zayn and Harry were up to this early in the morning. But I shrugged, got up and headed to the bathroom. I wanted to take a hot shower and freshen up before Zayn returned.

*

Zayn and Harry stood outside Hunter’s house. The two boys exchanged a look before Zayn hit the door with his fist a few times. A red head in a man’s shirt opened. She had tattoos on her neck and thighs. She leaned against the doorframe, folded her arms and smirked, running her cattish blue eyes all over Zayn and Harry.

‘Aren’t you two like really famous?’ she asked, playing with her hair, flirting. ‘I didn’t know Hunter had friends like you boys.’

‘We’re not friends with him,’ Zayn replied disgusted while Harry shoved his hands in his jeans’ pockets, eyeing the girl up.

She was taken aback. ‘Oh.’

Hunter trotted down the stairs and came to the door. He was wearing only black pajama pants and was barefoot. ‘Look what the cat dragged in,’ he sneered, crossing his arms across his bare chest. He had an angry glint in his eyes. He didn’t seem pleased that Zayn and Harry had come knocking on his door.

‘We need to talk,’ Zayn said, growling a little bit.

‘Yeah? What about?’ Hunter asked, wanting to push Zayn to his limits.

‘You know what about,’ Zayn replied through his teeth.

Hunter kept pushing. ‘Oh, you mean, about Vod?’

‘Who’s Vod?’ the red head interrupted.

Hunter gave her a dull look. ‘Go put your clothes on. You’re leaving,’ he told her harshly. The red head gasped, annoyed, before she huffed and ran up the stairs. A minute later, she returned, pushed Hunter on her way out and called him an ‘asshole’ over her shoulder. Hunter rolled his eyes before he focused on Zayn, grinning. ‘So, how’s my Vod doing? Did she call my name while you two were – ’

Hey,’ Harry cut him off.

Zayn shook his head, fighting to keep his anger at bay. He said, ‘You would have loved that, wouldn’t you?’ Hunter shrugged, entertained by the comeback. Zayn went on, ‘You sleep around and you go out of town all the time. Why the hell are you torturing Vod for?’

A pained expression veiled Hunter’s features. ‘I’m not torturing her,’ he retorted, his temper rising. ‘I want her back,’ he stated, emphasizing every word.

‘She’s moved on,’ Zayn said.

‘I’m her whole past douchebag and you’re only four weeks of her life,’ Hunter yelled.

Zayn kept calm and warned, ‘What I am to her is none of your business. Stay away from her or I’ll chase you out of London with pleasure if I have to.’

‘You can’t keep me out of her mind,’ Hunter said, touching his temple with his forefinger. ‘I’ll always be in there.’

‘She’ll forget about you eventually,’ Harry reasoned and Hunter turned to him.

‘Yeah? We’ll have to wait and see about that, pretty boy,’ Hunter told him and Harry glared, balling his right hand into a fist. Hunter noticed. ‘Don’t you like my nickname for you, pretty boy?’

‘Do you hit all the girls you’re with?’ Harry asked, daring him.

Hunter looked amused. ‘You want to pick a fight, pretty boy?’

‘I do but I don’t know if you’re up for it, you know, because I’m actually someone your size and a guy,’ Harry said with a cheeky little grin.

Hunter moved closer and said in Harry’s face, ‘You wanna try and say that again?’

‘Morning, handsome,’ someone called and Hunter’s brown eyes immediately darted in the direction the voice came from. It belonged to a girl, who was jogging by his house.

‘Hey, Daisy,’ Hunter called with a nod and a grin. When she was out of sight, he stepped back, folded his arms and said, ‘I think we’re done here.’

‘If Vod finds out about this morning, we’re still chasing you down,’ Zayn said, calm and cool.

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head. ‘Fine, I’ll stay away, but that won’t stop Vod from coming back to me in the end. And she always does. I bet she hasn’t told you she loves you yet.’ Zayn clenched his jaw and Hunter grinned. ‘I’ll take that as a no, she hasn’t.’

‘I’ll make her forget all about you,’ Zayn seethed with his lip curled.

‘You can try,’ Hunter replied.

‘Come on, mate,’ Harry said, putting his hand on Zayn’s shoulder. ‘We should go now.’ Zayn nodded and when the two of them walked away, they heard Hunter cursing under his breath before slamming his front door shut.

*

After I took a shower, I put on one of Zayn’s t shirts and a pair of his boxers. His t shirt was white and went down mid thigh, hiding the boxers underneath it. I jumped into bed, fell on my stomach and pulled the sheets close to me. I smelled them, closing my eyes. They smelled of Zayn. I let out a deep sigh and dozed off, because, well, I was lazy like that some days.

After a while, I felt Zayn climbing into bed. He lay down beside me, slipped his hand under the t shirt and stroked his fingers on the skin over the elastic of the boxers. I shivered and he kissed my mouth, slowly and softly. When he pulled back, I still had my eyes closed and he chuckled. ‘I didn’t know you were so lazy,’ he breathed, brushing his lips across mine. I shrugged, smiling. ‘Open your eyes,’ he said, trailing his fingers up and down my spine. ‘I want to look into them.’

‘They’re brown and boring,’ I replied, opening them. Zayn's face was inches from mine. He was smiling and was looking at me with adoration. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before and for a minute, I wondered if I deserved it. I went on my knees and he lifted himself on his elbow. ‘While yours are like these really big honey orbs,’ I said, grabbing his face, pulling him to me. I spread slow, soft kisses all over his face, on his cheeks, eyelids, forehead, nose, and finally on his mouth, while he just sat there with a smug smile, enjoying himself. His left hand was resting on my hip. When I pulled back, kind of breathless, he turned serious. ‘What?’ I asked, frowning. ‘Didn’t you like that?’ I questioned with narrowed eyes and my hands on my hips.

Zayn chuckled before he replied, ‘I loved that.’ Then, he knelt opposite me, put his hands on either side of my face and rubbed his thumbs on my cheeks. ‘I love you, doll,’ he said, looking right into my eyes. ‘You got under my skin and I’m in love with you.’

‘Oh,’ I replied, blinking. Zayn stared at me, patiently expecting me to say that I loved him back. I did love him. No, actually, I was in love with him! But I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. I was afraid. Hunter had ruined my ability to trust my heart when it came to love. Zayn’s gaze was burning holes through me now. I knew he was growing impatient. I felt as if I was drowning, so, I looked at the open bedroom door and asked, ‘Harry hangs around here a lot lately. Where is he today?’

‘Harry?’ Zayn asked gruffly and his eyebrows pulled into a frown. Then, he demanded, ‘Vod, look at me.’ He was still holding my face and he forced me to focus on him. ‘I just told you that I love you. Don’t you have anything to say to that?’

‘You know how I feel about you,’ I told him, clutching the sides of his plaid shirt. ‘But please don’t put pressure on me to say the words I’m not ready yet to say out loud.’

Zayn dropped his hands from my face. ‘Why? Why can’t you say the words out loud? Are you still in love with Hunter?’

‘What?’ I squealed. ‘NO!’

‘Then, just say the damn words, Vod!’ Zayn yelled in my face.

‘Are you honestly forcing me right now to tell you that I – ’ I hushed, swallowing with difficulty against the lump in my throat. I began again, ‘I-I lov…’ but I choked. I couldn’t say it. What if Zayn ended up hurting me even more than Hunter had? I just couldn’t…

Zayn’s eyes widened, as if he had somehow read my thoughts. ‘You still don’t trust me, do you? You still think that I’ll hurt you in the end, don’t you?’ he asked, looking at me with an expression that was a mixture of anger and pain.

I bowed my head, stared at my knees and fidgeted with my fingers. ‘Well, yeah…’ I confessed. ‘You have hurt me once already.’

‘Stop rubbing the past in my face,’ Zayn said through his teeth.

I peered at him from under my eyebrows and replied timidly, ‘That was only four weeks ago, Zayn.’ Defeated, Zayn sighed, shaking his head. He got out of bed and headed to the door. ‘Where are you going?’ I asked sheepishly.

‘To get some fresh air,’ he replied coldly over his shoulder. ‘I’ll see you at work.’

When Zayn slammed the front door on his way out, I dropped on the bed and hid my face with his pillow, groaning and cursing stupid Hunter for haunting me the way he did, my stupid insecurities that I couldn’t shake off, and stupid, stupid Zayn for some reason caring for me more than he should and honestly, more than I deserved.

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It's a long chapter this one but what can I say, I got inspired. ;) There's a lot of emotion in it, too, so, let me know what you thought of it, maybe? Was it too much? Also, I'm Yours, by, The Script is a beautiful, beautiful song, and it's the song Zayn sings in the beginning of the chapter. Anyway, hope you're all still enjoying the story and THANK YOU for all the support! Marlboro. :) xx

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