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!’


30. 30. Monster

As always, I watched the boys’ interview from behind the cameras, but I kept cringing throughout this one because the evil interviewer kept asking Zayn what his relationship with Hunter Prior was. But all the boys kept dodging the questions together and even though Zayn looked absolutely pissed, he kept his tone calm.

‘He’s a disturbed boy,’ Louis said at one point, shrugging.

‘Yeah, he’s fucked up,’ Harry added, spitting out the words, looking right at me. The interviewer cleared her throat, warning him about his language, but Harry didn’t even look sorry. When I narrowed my eyes at him, he looked away. When the interview was finally over, Harry walked past me, ignoring my glare, while Zayn walked towards me, shaking his head.

Zayn put his hands on my hips, pulled me against him and kissed my forehead. With his lips still pressed to my skin, he sighed and said, ‘That was officially one of the worst interviews I’ve ever had.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said under my breath, looking at his neck, touching his chest. ‘It’s all my fault. I got you into this mess.’

Zayn grabbed my chin, lifting my head up. ‘Don’t ever say that again, doll. Do you hear me? You don’t deserve to be tortured by that jerk. It was about time someone saved you.’

I put my arms around him, pressing myself against him, molding our bodies together. ‘And are you going to be the one who saves me, Zayn Malik?’ I asked, smiling.

‘You know I am,’ Zayn replied with a cocky little grin, leaning in, but the minute our lips touched, Harry interrupted us.

Harry shouted from somewhere behind me, ‘Zayn, we have rehearsals, mate. Everybody’s waiting for you. Stop making out with Vod and get your arse in the rehearsals’ room.’ Zayn sighed, pulling away, and I looked over my shoulder, spotting Harry. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. I glared at him yet again, but he was unaffected.

‘Seriously?’ I asked, irritated, but Harry shrugged, walking away. I turned to Zayn. ‘What’s the matter with him?’ I demanded. ‘Did I do something to him? Why does he hate me all of a sudden?’

Zayn half smiled, staring at my neck, stroking his fingers on it. ‘You’re really innocent, aren’t you?’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked, frowning.

‘Doll, Hazza doesn’t hate you,’ Zayn told me. ‘But I think he has a little crush on you.’

I was taken aback. ‘Oh.’ I blinked.

‘But I don’t worry about it because you’re mine, aren’t you?’ Zayn asked, all serious now.

‘Well, yeah…’ I replied, trailing.

‘Good,’ Zayn said, leaning in again.

But Harry shouted from somewhere in the background, ‘ZAYN, COME ON, MAN.’

Both Zayn and I groaned. ‘This is going to be a little more difficult that what I thought,’ Zayn said, scratching his chin with his thumb, thinking. ‘We’ll need to find him a girlfriend.’

‘Definitely,’ I agreed on the outside, but not really agreeing on the inside.

‘I’ll see you in a few hours then,’ Zayn told me, gave me a little romantic peck on the lips and went away. When he left, I sighed and went back to work.


The boys had rehearsals for hours on end, but when they finished at around nine at night, they wanted to go out for a drink. So, we all headed to the boys’ favorite pub. When we got there, Liam and Louis’ girlfriends joined us. When we all sat around a table, the waitress brought us drinks and nuts. After a few drinks, Zayn put his one hand at the back of my chair, his other hand on my knee and began kissing my ear slowly, softly and repeatedly. I bowed my head, not able to control my giggles, but when I noticed that Harry was watching us with the most serious look on his face, I stopped, swallowing with difficulty. Zayn’s phone buzzed. ‘I have to get this. It’s my mom,’ he told me. When I nodded, Zayn got down off his stool and headed outside.

The song Monster began playing.

I've never seen one like that before
Don't look at me like that
You amaze me

Harry continued staring at me with those captivating, piercing green eyes of his, eating me up in his mind, while casually drinking his beer. I shifted in my seat. He was making me feel so uncomfortable.

Look at him
That boy is bad
And honestly
He's a wolf in disguise
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

I gasped, jolting, when Harry rubbed his leg against mine under the table. When I looked at him, his green eyes sparkled with excitement, he grinned mischievously, and he rubbed his leg against mine again. Nobody at the table had noticed what Harry was doing. Liam was talking with Danielle, Louis with Eleanor, and Niall was eating nuts, texting. I didn’t dare draw the attention on Harry and me, so, I jumped off my stool, heading to the toilets. But Harry followed me. He grabbed my arm, swirling me round. He licked his lips, staring at my mouth. Harry had drunk a few beers and was a littly tipsy again. We were in a corner of the pub, away from everybody.

‘Get your hands off me,’ I said in a faltering voice, pushing him away.

‘I need to talk to you,’ Harry told me, grabbing my wrist.

‘Fine,’ I snapped, yanking my hand away. ‘Just, stop touching me.’

Harry grinned cheekily, shoving his hands in his jeans’ pockets. ‘If you really don’t want me touching you, then, I won’t.’

What an obnoxious little thing he was being tonight. ‘Good,’ I said. ‘Because I really don’t.’

Harry bowed his head, chuckling, before he lifted his eyes up, fixing them on me. ‘I think we should go somewhere more quiet.’

‘I’m not going to leave Zayn to go someplace alone with you,’ I told him coldly.

‘Why are you afraid to admit that you could love me more than you love him?’ Harry asked coolly, confidently.

My eyes widened and I got tongue tied for a moment before I cleared my throat and told him, ‘Harry, I know you. All this is just infatuation. And you have to get over it.’

‘What if I don’t want to get over it?’ Harry asked, clenching his jaw, staring into my eyes.

‘Then, too bad, because, I’m in love with Zayn,’ I said, determined.

Harry snorted. ‘Right.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I demanded.

Harry shrugged. ‘Nothing.’

‘No, Harry!’ I protested, hitting him on the shoulder. ‘You can’t say things like that and then just be quiet!’

Harry grabbed my face, bringing it inches from his. I thought he would kiss me, but he didn’t. ‘I think you’re so messed up right now that you don’t let yourself truly love anyone,’ Harry told me with his lips dangerously close to mine. ‘But I’m the one who can change that, love. Not Zayn.’

‘I won’t be a new notch in your belt, Harry,’ I told him through my teeth.

‘You’re in Zayn’s, why not in mine?’ Harry asked cruelly and I slapped him, hard.

‘Fame’s got to your head, hasn’t it?’ I told him, shaking my head, but before he replied, I walked away.

I found Zayn outside the pub. He was talking on the phone, but with a friend of his now. When he saw me, he frowned and hung up. He took my hand, kissed my fingers and asked, ‘Is something wrong?’

‘No,’ I lied. ‘Can you please take me home? I’m tired.’

Zayn nodded. ‘Sure. But I’m not taking you home, doll. I’m taking you to my flat.’

I smiled. ‘What? Again? You’re spoiling me, Malik.’

Zayn was silent, but his eyes said so many things. After he looked at me for a moment, he closed his eyes and pressed his soft lips to my fingers again. Then, he said, leading me to his black Bentley, ‘Come on, doll. I have plans for you tonight.’

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