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!’


25. 25. Teaching Zayn How to Swim

I walked towards Zayn in my white bikini with its pink polka dots. Zayn shoved his hands in his blue swim shorts’ pockets and whistled, running his widened eyes all over me. I told him that if he let me teach him how to swim, I would make him cookies, give him a massage and stay the night. So, here we were, in the indoor pool of his block of flats, and I was determined to show him what a good, patient teacher I was.

When I was close to him, Zayn put his hands on my hips, pulling me against him, and his eyes fixed on me but from my neck down. ‘How am I supposed to focus on swimming when you have this on?’ he asked, sincerely complaining.

‘My bikini’s a bonus for you,’ I told him and he finally lifted his eyes up to my face.

‘I can see that, but why?’ he asked with a furrowed brow.

‘So, you’ll think twice before you feel like chickening out,’ I replied.

Zayn chuckled. ‘Give me some credit, doll. I won’t chicken out.’ I had offended his massive male ego but he didn’t let it show.

‘We’ll see about that,’ I told him with a wink and got in the shallow side of the pool. Zayn stared at the water, swallowing with difficulty, and I realized that he was actually really afraid of this.

‘You’re afraid of water, of heights and of the dark. What kind of a bad boy are you?’ I asked, daring him, and Zayn shot me a warning look, clenching his jaw. To make things worse, Niall made a whipping sound and Harry laughed loudly, clapping. The two of them were there with us. They wanted to watch Zayn learning how to swim. They were sitting on the tiled floor in their swim shorts. Niall had even brought a camera with him, so, he could record the whole thing. Liam and Louis were out with their girlfriends, like they always were whenever they had any free time.

‘Thanks for the sound effect, Irish boy, but you’re not helping,’ I scolded.

‘Sorry, Vod,’ Niall said, smirking and already recording. ‘I’ll be quiet now.’

‘I can’t believe you convinced Zayn to learn how to swim,’ Harry told me, shaking his head. ‘We tried to talk him into it a few times but he always said no.’

‘Vod offered me things you guys couldn’t have, Haz,’ Zayn said with a cocky little grin and I rolled my eyes.

‘Ah, I see,’ Harry replied, setting his big green eyes on me. ‘You know, love, I don’t know how to swim either,’ he said with a wink.

‘Are you flirting with my girl, Styles?’ Zayn asked with a serious tone, but he was joking, really.

‘You boys are impossible!’ I told them. ‘Harry, shush. Zayn, in the pool, now,’ I ordered and they both chuckled.

Niall laughed. ‘Vod whipped them both,’ he said and made the whipping sound again.

Hey, not cool, man,’ Harry and Zayn complained in unison, but Niall kept laughing unaffected.

‘Zayn,’ I started serious. ‘If you don’t get your arse in the pool right this second, my offers for tonight are off the table.’ I saw fear flash across Zayn’s face and he quickly got in the pool. I noticed Harry looking at me with a half smile and I winked at him with a friendly smile. Then, I focused on Zayn.

Zayn crossed his arms across his chest. ‘Okay, I’m in the pool. Now what?’

I extended my arms in front of me, palms facing up, and said, smiling, ‘Now, you lie on your stomach on my arms.’

Zayn chuckled, looked at Harry and Niall, who were snickering, then, looked at me, and shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he replied, playing it all cool. His bad boy shields were up.

I dropped my arms to my sides beneath the surface. ‘You know what, Zayn?’ I said. ‘All this was a mistake. Be my guest and drown if you ever need to swim anywhere.’ I winced at my own words but turned away before he could see that. I tried to get out off the pool, but he grabbed my wrist.

‘Wait,’ Zayn said and I turned round. I folded my arms when he put his hands on either side of my neck. He looked into my eyes, stroking his thumbs on my jaw. ‘Is that why you want to teach me how to swim?’ he asked with a sweet smile playing on his lips. ‘Because you’re worried about me?’

I pursed my lips, looking at him from under my brows. ‘Why? What did you think? That I wanted to teach you, so, we could share a Jacuzzi together?’ I asked ironically.

‘That’s not a bad idea, actually,’ Zayn replied, grinning a little, and I hit him on the stomach. He chuckled, kissed my mouth and said, ‘Okay, doll, teach me. I’m ready now.’

After half an hour of begging Zayn to listen to me and follow my instructions, I thought it was time for him to go a little deeper in the pool. In the meantime, Harry had lied on his back and had dozed off, while Niall was still recording us. The Irish boy yawned big and looked as if he was getting a bit tired. It was getting kind of late.

When I moved deeper in the pool, Zayn froze in place. ‘Where are you going?’ he asked.

‘I think it’s time for you to come over to the big boys’ side of the pool,’ I teased, smiling.

‘It’s too deep there,’ he said, groaning, and I could see it in his eyes that he hated himself at that moment for fearing water. Now, he was safely standing in the side of the pool where the water came only up to his waist and I was asking him to come over where the water would cover him up to his neck.

‘Come on, baby,’ I encouraged. ‘I have a secret to tell you.’

‘What secret?’ he asked, frowning, but intrigued.

‘Come get me and find out.’

Zayn mumbled some obscenities under his breath, hesitated, took a step forward and took a big breath before he dove beneath the surface. When he didn’t reappear on the surface after a few seconds, I got worried. ‘Where did he go?’ I asked, looking around myself. I couldn’t see him anywhere. I was about to go below, too, but I felt him pulling my bikini bottom down my butt. ‘Zayn!’ I squealed, quickly pulling it up. He jumped right in front of me and laughed with his head thrown back, but a few tears, which I didn’t realize had gathered, fell from my eyes.

Zayn folded his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. ‘Why are you crying, doll?’ he asked, wiping away my tears with his hand.

‘I thought you were floating unconscious somewhere below the surface,’ I replied, still a little shaken up. I folded my arms around his neck, nestling my head into it. I was happy that he was okay. ‘Aren’t you afraid being this deep in the pool anymore?’ I asked. The water was up to our necks and we were standing on our toes.

Zayn shook his head before he smelled my hair. ‘You smell like cookies,’ he said in a hushed tone.

‘It’s because I baked you some before I came here.’ He hummed and I kissed him below his jaw, folding my legs around his waist. Zayn put his hands on my butt, holding me close. I pulled back to look at him. ‘Hunter texted me this morning,’ I said. ‘He told me that you and Harry went to see him.’

Anger hardened his face. ‘He did?’ he asked, gnashing his teeth.

I nodded. ‘But I don’t mind. I don’t love him anymore. I don’t care,’ I said, shrugging. Zayn fixed his eyes into mine, trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. He was quiet for a while, so, I cupped his neck, pulling him into a long, tender kiss. Then, I asked him, smirking, ‘Do you believe me yet?’

‘It’s a good start,’ he replied, leaning in again, but before our lips touched, we heard two loud splashes. Harry and Niall had jumped into the pool and were swimming fast towards us. Before Zayn and I could untangle from each other, the two boys had already closed up to us. They wanted to play. I let out a little scream when Harry wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me away from Zayn, while Niall gripped Zayn’s shoulders, shoving his underneath the surface, laughing.

‘Good job, love,’ Harry whispered into my ear, holding me from behind. It was almost as if he was hugging me. ‘Zayn knows how to swim now,’ Harry told me and kissed my wet hair before he let me go. Then, he went to play with Zayn and Niall.

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