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!’


24. 24. Operation: Get Zayn Back!

Okay, I knew I had messed up, bad, but I had to make Zayn forgive me. And since I couldn’t actually form the words to tell him how much in love with him I was, I was going to show him. So, I walked into the dressing rooms at work that morning, determined to get him back.

‘Morning, guys,’ I said, smiling. The minute Zayn saw me, he spit out his coffee. My plan to get Zayn back had two very simple steps. Step 1: Be Provocative by Wearing What He Likes. Step 2: Make Him a Little Jealous. I had on a low cut white tank top, tight jeans and a pair of pink plaid converse. I had pulled my hair back into a ponytail, leaving my neck exposed, something which I knew would drive Zayn crazy.

‘Looking good, Vod,’ Louis complimented, putting a t shirt on. Liam was with him and they were talking about something.

‘Morning, love,’ Harry told me with a wink. He was sitting on the sofa with his legs apart, his elbows on his knees and his head forward. When Harry leisurely looked at me up and down, Zayn sent him a warning glare, and the curly haired boy grinned, taking his eyes off of me. Then, Zayn shook his head and went back to writing lyrics, pretty much ignoring me. I narrowed my eyes at him and held back a groan. Zayn was the most stubborn guy alive.

‘Vod, can I ask you something?’ Niall asked. He was standing one step away from me and was trying his best to look only at my face and not at my chest.

‘Sure, Irish boy. What’s up?’ I asked, tearing my eyes away from Zayn and setting them on Niall.

‘Did you and Zayn have a fight? He’s been moody all morning,’ Niall said, pouting a little bit. He was like this really awkward child sometimes. No wonder Zayn felt the need to protect him all the time.

I sighed. ‘We kind of did. Did he talk to you about it?’

Niall shook his head. ‘Nope, he hasn’t talked to anyone yet.’

I looked at Zayn, chewing my lip. He was lost in thought and was scribbling down lyrics on a piece of paper. Step 1 of my plan had failed, so, I was ready to move on to Step 2. I sat down next to Harry and touched his arm, shyly squeezing his bicep. Harry fixed his emerald eyes on my face. He was uncertain if he should respond to the attention I was giving him or not. Zayn was watching us from the corner of his eye.

‘I need motivation to work out,’ I told Harry. ‘Would you go for a swim with me after you’re done with rehearsals?’

Harry parted his full lips but before he could reply, Zayn threw his pen and paper on the floor, came up to me, grabbed my arm, pulled me up and dragged me out of the dressing rooms. He pushed me into a corner, abruptly letting me go. He put a hand on each side of my head on the wall and brought his face inches from mine.

‘Why are you being such a pain in my arse? Are you trying to bug the life out of me?’ Zayn asked through his teeth. ‘Flirting with Harry,’ he mumbled to himself, irritated. I inhaled his coffee and cigarette breath, knowing that I had won.

‘I got your attention, didn’t I?’ I replied timidly.

‘You always have my attention, doll,’ Zayn said, calming down a notch. Then, he stared at my neck, licking his lower lip, and buried his head into the crook of it. When he stroked his tongue on my skin and smashed his lips into it, I gripped his shoulders.

‘Have you forgiven me?’ I asked, barely breathing, hoping. But Zayn shook his head and I pressed my fists against his chest, gently pushing him away. Zayn didn’t budge and kept tasting my neck. ‘Zayn, please…’

Zayn grabbed my wrists and I froze in place. ‘You can’t show up at work dressed like this and expect me to keep away,’ he said, breathing into my ear, and then, he kissed my earlobe.

‘Forgive me first,’ I demanded in a shaky voice.

His eyes locked on my face. He clenched his jaw before he said, dead serious, ‘Tell me what you feel about me.’

Hot tears blurred my vision. ‘I’ve let my guard down for you! Isn’t that enough?’

‘I want to hear the words coming out of your beautiful mouth,’ Zayn insisted, his hazel eyes piercing into mine. I pressed my lips tightly together and hit him on the chest. I hated him for doing this to me.

Two tears fell from my eyes when I said, ‘I love you, Zayn, okay?’ His eyes widened and his lips parted a little. ‘I’m in love with you!’ I cried in his face, hitting him on the chest again, harder this time. Zayn let out a sigh of relief before he grabbed my face and slammed his lips against mine, his tongue entering my mouth immediately, impatiently.

‘Bro,’ Liam called from the other end of the corridor. ‘Where are you, mate?’

Zayn groaned against my mouth before he pulled away, sighing. ‘What, Liam?’ he shouted, looking at his friend, but not letting go of my face.

‘We have rehearsals, man! Let’s go!’ Liam shouted back excitedly before he ran towards the rehearsals’ area.

‘He’s always so hyper,’ Zayn told me, shaking his head, and I laughed a little. ‘Come on,’ he said, taking my hand. ‘You’re coming to rehearsals with me,’ he went on, dragging me down the corridor. ‘I don’t want to lose you out of my sight today, not even for a second.’ He kissed my fingers and when we reached the rehearsals’ area, he told me to sit on a chair right opposite the stage. He put his hands on either side of my head, covering my ears, and kissed my hair. ‘Stay right here. Don’t move. I want to look at you while I sing,’ he said, walking away. Zayn joined the other boys on stage and when he got his microphone he winked at me with a grin. I crossed my legs and bit my lip, smiling.

Halfway through the boys’ rehearsal, I got a text from Hunter and I took a deep breath before I read it.

Hunter..: The douche and his pal, the pretty boy, threatened to chase me out of London if I don’t keep away from you. I humored them and let them think that their threats had an effect of me. I’ll go out of town for a few days. I’ll be seeing you again soon. Take care, babe. You’re mine.

When I lifted my head up, I caught Zayn staring at me with a worried look on his face. When? I thought. When did he and Harry go and see Hunter? But, on the other hand, it didn’t matter anymore. I was in love with Zayn and it was time for me to finally let go of Hunter, let go of all the heartache he had caused me.

I smiled at Zayn, putting my phone away, and he smiled back at me, looking both relieved and contented. I blew him a kiss and he chuckled, messing up his solo, which meant that he had messed up pretty much the whole song, too. They had to start all over again now.

‘Ah, come on!’ the other boys complained, throwing things at Zayn, while Harry told him, joking, ‘Focus, lover boy.’ Then, they all began messing up Zayn’s hair and poking him, and I watched them, giggling.


Soo, what did you guys think of the new chapter?? Marlboro :) xx

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