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!’


28. 28. Valentine’s Day Dinner Gone Wrong

I stood outside Zayn’s front door in my red lipstick, red dress and red high heels. I had my hair half up half down. It was Valentine’s Day and Zayn had text me a few hours ago, asking me to meet him at his flat at 8 sharp. I was breathing fast, feeling kind of nervous, because, I had the day off, so, I hadn’t seen him all day. I hoped he would think I looked pretty. I drew in a big breath before I knocked on his door. Zayn opened in seconds. He ran his widened eyes over the length of me, whistling. When his eyes finally met mine, I smiled. My outfit was a success then. Zayn was wearing a white shirt, black jeans and white trainers.

‘Wow. You look hot, doll,’ Zayn said with a wink before he put his arm around my waist, pulling me inside. When he closed the door, he hugged me from behind, pressed his cheek against mine and asked, ‘What do you think?’ It was only then I had noticed his flat. He had spread red rose petals all over his living room floor. ‘I put a lot in the bedroom, too,’ Zayn whispered into my ear and I bit my lower lip. I couldn’t stop smiling. Zayn pulled my hair over one shoulder, brushing his fingertips over my neck, and then, he nuzzled it. ‘I’m not a great cook, but I cooked dinner,’ he said before he planted a kiss on my skin. I swallowed hard. ‘I made chicken with mashed potatoes.’

I turned round in his arms, put my hands on his chest and rubbed it a little. ‘Thank you, for everything,’ I told him, looking into his hypnotizing hazel eyes.

Zayn stared at me with the softest expression for a moment before he kissed my nose and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. ‘Come on,’ he said, leading me in the middle of his living room. ‘I want to hold you close and dance with you until dinner’s ready.’ He hit play on his stereo and the sound of With Or Without You by U2 filled the room. Zayn folded his arms around my waist, gently pulling me against him, and I folded my own arms around his neck. We swayed to the rhythm of the song and Zayn sang softly into my ear,

Through the storm we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I’m waiting for you

With or without you

With or without you

I can’t live

With or without you…’

When the song ended, Zayn sighed into my ear, making me shiver. I giggled, pulling away to look at him. ‘You’ve molested my ear enough for one night, don’t you think?’ I said, smiling.

But Zayn had a serious look on his face. He caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting my head up to him. His eyes examined my face for a while. ‘I’ll love you forever,’ he said and I blinked, taken aback. Honestly, this boy was addicted to making promises he couldn’t keep. Then, he brushed his lips across mine before he kissed me tenderly, taking my breath away. When Zayn pulled away, his eyes widened at the sight of something behind me. ‘What the hell?’ he said in disbelief.

‘What is it?’ I asked, but when I tried to look over my shoulder, Zayn grabbed my arms, not letting me. ‘Zayn, come on, let me see,’ I complained, freeing myself and turning round. But the minute I did, I gasped and covered my eyes with my hands. Harry was sitting stark naked with a beer in his hand on Zayn’s sofa. He had left a trail of his clothes on the floor while his shoes were by the door.

‘Ah, come on, love,’ Harry told me. ‘Don’t be like this. You’ve seen me naked before.’

‘It’s different at work, Harry,’ I told him, blushing. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so, I turned my back to him. I lowered my hands from my face, but I saw his reflection on the balcony doors. I stared at the curly haired boy. Actually, I couldn’t take my eyes away.

‘What the hell, Haz?’ Zayn asked again, angrier this time. ‘When did you get in here?’

‘While you two love birds were kissing,’ Harry replied, sipping his beer.

‘Are you drunk?’ Zayn asked dully.

‘Nope,’ Harry lied, sticking his lower lip out and shaking his head back a forth. ‘Only a little tipsy.’

‘Right,’ Zayn said. ‘You know, Haz, me and Vod were about to have a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner, so – ’

But before Zayn could finish his sentence, Harry interrupted him. ‘Ah, fine, mate, I’ll join you.’

What? NO. That’s not what I wanted to say at all,’ Zayn said irritably and I pressed my lips together, holding back a laugh. I had to admit that the situation was kind of funny.

‘Then, what did you want to say, mate?’ Harry asked with a furrowed brow. ‘Do you want to kick me out?’

Zayn sighed, defeated. ‘No, of course not, Haz,’ he told him and Harry smiled big, flashing his pearly white teeth and showing off his deep dimples. ‘But put your clothes on, for pity’s sake,’ Zayn said, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead.

‘Ah, do I really have to?’ Harry asked. ‘I’m feeling so freaking sexy and free right now. So breezy…’ I couldn’t help but laugh at that and Harry bowed his head. His curls fell over his eyes but he couldn’t hide his half smile.

‘Doll, go pour him a cup of coffee while I help him dress, yeah?’ Zayn told me and when I nodded, he kissed my cheek before he went to Harry.

When I returned to the living room, Harry was wearing his blue t shirt, black jeans and white trainers. He looked kind of pissed, because, Zayn had taken his beer away. I handed Harry the cup of coffee and he mumbled a ‘thank you.’ When he sipped the coffee, he cringed. ‘It’s bitter,’ Harry said, frowning, and licked his lips.

‘Drink the coffee, Harry,’ Zayn muttered. He was mad at him. When there was a knock on the door, Zayn cursed under his breath. Valentine’s Day really didn’t turn out the way Zayn and I wanted it to.

‘I’ll get it,’ I said, getting up, but when I opened the door, I felt my past kicking me right in the stomach. Hunter was standing only a step from me. He had come back. His head was bowed and he was gripping either side of the doorframe with each hand. There were blood stains on his white t shirt. His knuckles were bloody, too. His jeans and boots were really dirty, as if he had been rolling in the dirt. I cupped his face in my hands, lifting his head up. His lower lip was split and bleeding. ‘Who did this to you?’ I demanded.

‘I lost a bet,’ Hunter growled. ‘But they didn’t want money. They wanted my bike,’ he told me, staring into my eyes, clenching his jaw. ‘I couldn’t give them my bike, Vod. I had to fight them.’ His bike meant a lot to him. It meant a lot to me, too. My breathing quickened.

‘Did they take it?’ I asked with a faltering voice. My eyes had filled with tears but I forbade myself to cry for him again. Hunter grinned, shaking his head, and I let out a sigh of relief. I was about to crash into him and hug him, but Zayn grabbed my arm, putting me behind his back. For a moment there, I had honestly forgotten I was in Zayn’s flat.

‘All this is really touching,’ Zayn said to Hunter sarcastically. Then, he turned serious, ‘Now, get out.’ Harry was watching the scene from the sofa. He was alert, ready to interfere if he had to.

‘Zayn!’ I cried, stomping my foot on the ground. But Zayn looked at me over his shoulder. His angry eyes pinned me to the spot and I shut up.

‘It’s alright, love,’ Hunter told me in his softest tone. ‘I’m sorry if I ruined your Valentine’s Day Dinner with your boyfriend.’ Hunter sighed and just looked at me for a moment. Then, he changed into his familiar cocky self. ‘I’ll be seeing you around, Vod,’ he finished with a weak grin and a wink. And then, he was gone. I wanted to run after him, yes, that’s how stupid I was, but Zayn slammed the front door shut, stopping me.

‘What the hell is with you and this guy?’ Zayn asked through his teeth, struggling not to yell at me. ‘He’s rotten to the core, Vod.’

I winced and stayed silent, looking at my feet, but when Zayn walked away, shaking his head, I quickly folded my arms around him from behind, slamming into his back. I pressed my cheek between his shoulder blades, squeezing him tight. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘Hunter’s my past, but you’re my present, Zayn. And I love you.’ I meant every word. Zayn sighed, took my hands and kissed each one. I guess that meant he had forgiven me?

‘I think we should have some dinner and forget about what just happened,’ Harry suggested, getting up, and Zayn nodded.


Hunter's not all that bad, after all, right? I mean, he's definitely bad, but he has a soft side, too. Anyway, hope you liked the new chapter! :) xx

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