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!’


33. 33. The Notebook

I called in sick the following day. And the day after that. And the day after that. I didn’t want to go to work and face Zayn. Not yet anyway. It was too soon. I’d love to pretend to be a strong independent woman and get out of bed, get all dolled up and show up at work with a big fake smile on my face, but I couldn’t do it. It was too hard. I missed Zayn to pieces and the fear that he may not feel the same way crippled my heart. Plus, the thought that I was to blame for our breakup made me feel so much worse. So, I stayed home, hiding in my flat, moping around all day, watching The Notebook over and over, consequently crying my eyes out and stuffing Ben and Jerry’s in my mouth each time I watched it.

On the third day of our breakup, Zayn texted me.

My Bad Boy: You don’t have to avoid me. Come back to work. We’re both adults. We can both pretend that we can still be friends...

I didn’t reply. I only pffted, threw my phone next to me on the sofa and continued watching The Notebook for the eighth time in the last three days, munching popcorn robotically. It was late afternoon when there was a knock on my door, so, I blew my nose and went to open. It was Harry and when he saw me, his big green eyes widened before he chuckled, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead.

I glared from under my eyebrows. My hair was a mess, my eyes were puffy and my nose was red, while I was only wearing a pink robe and pink socks. Before he could comment on the way I looked, I turned my back to him, walked to the sofa, dropped myself on it, grabbed the big bowl of popcorn and unpaused the film. Harry sighed, closing the door. He sat down beside me, took the remote from me and paused the film. I folded my arms, staying silent. I wasn’t in a talking mood.

‘You know,’ Harry began, placing his hand on my bare knee, squeezing it a little. ‘Zayn made me swear not to tell you this, but I think you need to know.’ I looked at him. He had my attention, but I was still silent. Harry went on, ‘It was Zayn who told me to come here. He’s worried about you and he sent me to check up on you.’

I shrugged. ‘Whatever,’ I mumbled. I attempted to grab the remote, but he put his hand up in the air. Irritated, I went on my knees on the sofa, but when I tried to reach it, Harry sat back, put his arm around me and pulled me hard against him. When our bodies pressed together, I felt his every torso muscle relax against me. My face was inches from his and I couldn’t help but stare into his glistening eyes for a moment while he shamelessly studied my face. This is wrong, I thought, pulling away. Harry watched me with an impish grin on his face while I attempted to hide my blushing with my hair.

‘Can you please go?’ I told him. ‘I want to watch my favorite film in peace.’

‘I’ll go,’ Harry said, getting up, but he continued coolly over his shoulder, heading to the door, ‘But I’ll come pick you up in a couple of hours. You’re going to the Masquerade Ball with me, tonight.’

‘I’m not going to the Ball with you, Harry,’ I told him, rolling my eyes, following him.

Harry opened the door, but turned to look at me. ‘Yes, you are, love. I’m taking you to the Ball for Zayn’s sake. He hasn’t been himself since you two broke up. He’s distant and moody all the time. I think he needs to see you. And I think you need to see him, too.’

I swallowed with difficulty. ‘Okay.’

Harry lingered. He hesitated before he said, ‘You know, I was a little tipsy that night at the pub. I’d never hit on my best mate’s girl if I was sober.’

I smiled at him. ‘I know. Let’s not mention it again.’

‘Friends?’ Harry asked with a charming half smile and a deep dimple playing in his cheek.

I nodded. ‘Friends,’ I told him, smiling. Harry opened his arms and when I hugged him, he wrapped them around me, holding me tight. I lifted my head up. ‘Can’t really breathe here,’ I joked. Harry laughed, kissed my forehead and let me go.

‘I’ll see you later,’ he simply said, walking away, but before I closed the door, I heard him muttering to himself, ‘This is going to be harder than I thought.’


The Masquerade Ball was held in an old building in London. Harry and I walked into the ballroom. My arm was interlocked in his. The ballroom was well lit and filled with rich people dressed in expensive masquerade costumes. One Direction had to attend the Ball for charity.

‘I feel like Cinderella,’ I told Harry, crinkling my nose. I was most probably the poorest person in the ballroom. I had on the beautiful dress and half mask Zayn had bought me, and I had worn my hair half up half down.

‘Cinderella wishes she was as beautiful as you,’ Harry told me with a cheeky little grin and a wink. I laughed and he stared, half smiling. Harry was wearing a white shirt, grey vest, grey trousers, a black velvet bow tie and a phantom of the opera mask. I had to admit that he looked kind of dreamy. Harry kissed my fingers before he held on to my hand tightly and led me through the crowd, deeper into the ballroom. He stopped among a few couples that were slow dancing. ‘Dance with me,’ Harry said in a very deep voice, putting his hands on either side of my stomach and pulling me closer.

‘Okay,’ I replied absentmindedly, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. ‘But where’s Zayn?’ I asked, looking at all the masked faces around me.

Harry chuckled before he turned serious. ‘You really are in love with him, aren’t you?’ he asked with a furrowed brow.

‘I really am,’ I replied, looking right into his eyes.

‘I see,’ Harry said, hiding whatever emotions he felt behind a flat, emotionless voice. Then, he glanced at someone behind me. ‘He’s over there,’ he said, nodding in the direction, and I looked over my shoulder.

Zayn was standing a few feet away from us and was staring at me. His eyes were burning holes through me. He was wearing an all black suit and a black half mask. He was dressed as a Dark Prince. My heart drummed in my chest, but when I realized that he wasn’t alone that he had brought a date, my heart dropped.


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