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!’


31. 31. Ticking Time Bomb

Zayn wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up next morning. I frowned, thinking where he could be, but then, I stretched, rolled out of bed and slipped into my pink onesie. Zayn wasn’t in the living room either, so, I guessed that he must have gone out to run an errand or something. The boys had the day off, today. I walked into the kitchen, put some music on and grabbed a bowl. I wanted to make Zayn a few pancakes for breakfast! Half an hour later, I was done, but my face, hair and onesie were covered in flour, of course. When I heard the front door open and close, I ran into the living room with a plate full of pancakes in my hands.

‘I made you pancakes!’ I said excitedly, presenting the plate to Zayn, but when I saw what he was holding, my mouth fell and I blinked. Zayn got the plate from my hands, put it aside and gave me the big bouquet of red roses he had bought. I didn’t mean to, but my eyes watered. ‘You bought me flowers?’ I asked, staring at the red roses in my hug. My lip was quivering a little, and when I blinked, a couple of teardrops fell from my eyes and into the bouquet.

Zayn moved closer and gently grabbed my chin, lifting my head up. ‘You mean a lot to me, doll,’ he said, looking at my mouth, wiping the tears from each eye with his right thumb. ‘And I needed to show you that somehow.’ Then, he chuckled, running his forefinger over my nose. ‘Did you have a fight with the flour?’ Zayn asked, half smiling.

I shrugged. ‘Making pancakes is hard.’

Zayn laughed. ‘You’re adorable,’ he said, kissing my nose.

I had closed my eyes and was touching his stomach, but then, I looked at him and said, ‘We should eat the pancakes before they get cold.’

Zayn nodded and when we sat down next to each other on the sofa, he grabbed the fork. He said, ‘Open your mouth, kitten.’

‘Kitten?’ I asked, laughing a little. ‘Is it a new nickname?’

‘Yes,’ Zayn replied. ‘Don’t you like it?’ he asked really serious, bearing his bedroom eyes into mine, and making my stomach fill with butterflies.

I swallowed with difficulty. ‘No, I like it,’ I replied. When he put the bite in my mouth, a drop of honey dripped on my chin and Zayn wiped it away with his thumb. He put his thumb in his mouth, staring at my face. Wow. The atmosphere was really electric this morning. So, I grabbed his face, bringing him to me, and caught his top lip between mine, kissing him hard. Immediately, Zayn wrapped his arms around me, slamming our bodies together. Someone slipped something under the front door and we broke the kiss at the same time. It was an envelope. Both Zayn and I frowned, but when I tried to get up to go pick it up, Zayn didn’t let me.

‘Leave it there,’ Zayn groaned huskily, leaning in, but I turned away.

‘We should see what it is, baby,’ I persuaded, getting up, and Zayn sat back, running both hands through his messy black hair, sighing. I picked the envelope up. The following was written on its outside:

To: Violet Bronze

By: Perrie Edwards

My eyes flew to Zayn. He was staring at the ceiling and he was still upset that I had walked away from his kiss. With my heart pounding in my ears, I opened the envelope. There were a few photos and a note from Perrie inside. I read the note.

These are all the girls Zayn has cheated on me with over the year. The last one is a girl he hooked up with when he started seeing you. You’re a fool if you think he won’t cheat on you. He’s like a ticking time bomb when it comes to his player ways.

When I lifted my eyes up from the note, Zayn was looking at me, frowning, but when I glared at him with my lips pursed, he got up, finally understanding that something was wrong. When he moved closer, I threw all the photos and the note at him. He was taken aback, but when the photos fell on the floor and he saw all the faces of his one night stands in them, his eyes widened and all color drained from his face.

‘Doll,’ Zayn called, attempting to reach me, but I stepped back.

‘So, let me get this straight,’ I began, putting on a mask which was as cold as ice. ‘Not only did you try to get into my pants from the day you met me, but you slept with someone else in the process, as well?’

‘Doll, come on, let me explain,’ Zayn begged, moving closer again. I walked backwards until my back hit the wall. Zayn was only a step away. I tried to open the front door, but he covered the distance between us, and closed it, locking. Then, he grabbed my wrists, held them against the wall and pressed his body against mine. I turned my face away from him and he sighed heavily into my ear. ‘Doll, let me explain, please,’ he murmured, rubbing his nose against my cheek.

‘You’re a liar and I hate you,’ I cried, struggling.

‘Don’t say that, doll, please,’ Zayn said, moaning like a hurt animal.

‘Let me go!’ I screamed and he did. He stepped back, giving me some space to breathe. He clenched his jaw, shoved his hands into his black jeans’ pockets and stared at the floor. I took a big breath, calming myself down a notch. Then, I asked, ‘When was it?’

Zayn lifted his eyes up, fixing them on my face. ‘It was a long time ago.’

‘When was it?’ I demanded through my teeth.

Zayn sighed. Then, he said, ‘The night we went to that club together. It was the night that I kissed you for the first time. My feelings for you terrified me and I ran away. I found that other girl on the dance floor and I – ’

I interrupted him, flatly finishing the sentence for him, ‘And you slept with her.’

‘She meant nothing to me,’ Zayn said. ‘I don’t even remember her name.’

I rolled my eyes, hugging myself. ‘Wow. That really makes me feel a lot better, Zayn, thanks,’ I told him ironically.

‘Tell me what you want me to do for you to forgive me, and I’ll do it,’ Zayn told me, gnashing his teeth.

‘I want you to leave me alone for a few days,’ I replied.

Zayn shook his head, clenching his jaw. ‘You’re driving me insane right now. I’m barely restraining myself from locking you in my bedroom and keeping you in there until you change your mind.’ I swallowed with difficulty. I was kind of scared because he could do it if he felt like it. ‘Leave if you want,’ Zayn went on, irritated and shrugging. ‘I’ll call you later.’

I nodded, grabbed my things and left. I winced when Zayn slammed the door shut behind me. The minute I stepped out into the street, Zayn texted me.

My Bad Boy: I’ll leave you alone for a couple of days, but I told you before, doll, I won’t live without you. Remember that…


Was Zayn a little scary in this chapter? What do you think? Marlboro. :) xx

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