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!’


37. 37. The Picnic

When Zayn came to pick me up for our picnic the next day, at first, my eyes widened, but then, I burst out laughing. He was wearing an army design onesie, a black beanie and white trainers. He had probably dressed like that, so, people wouldn’t recognize him, but it was still funny. Zayn was standing at the door. He had a grin plastered on his face and his hands deep into the onesie’s pockets, but when I started laughing, he frowned.

‘What?’ Zayn asked confused, sticking his lower lip out.

‘Are you going to our picnic in the park undercover?’ I asked, smirking, pointing at his outfit.

His eyebrows flew up. ‘Oh, you think my outfit’s funny, do you?’ Zayn asked before he grabbed me and began poking me and tickling me everywhere. I wasn’t a ticklish person, but his hands were everywhere and his torturing teasing made me blush, giggle and squirm.

‘Zayn, please, stop,’ I begged, having an embarrassing giggling fit.

‘Fine,’ Zayn simply said, hugging me from behind. When he planted a few butterfly kisses on my neck, I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes. ‘You got me wrapped around your finger, doll, you know that?’ Zayn murmured, rubbing his nose on my ear. I smiled, turning round. I parted my lips to speak, but Zayn intertwined his fingers with mine, put my hands behind my back and kissed my nose. Then, he asked, ‘What is it, doll? What is it that you want to say?’

I looked into his eyes. ‘And you can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours,’ I told him, barely breathing.

Zayn grinned. ‘Good. Shall we get going?’

‘Yes!’ I said excitedly, grabbing the picnic basket I had packed.

Zayn chuckled. ‘You prepared a picnic basket?’ he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

‘Babe, don’t make fun of the basket,’ I told him. ‘What kind of a picnic would we have, if I didn’t make one?’ I asked matter of factly, defending my basket.

Zayn half smiled, put his hands in his pockets and ran his eyes over me. ‘You look like a hot Red Riding Hood,’ he said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and I laughed. I was wearing a red spring dress and brown cowboy boots. My hair was loose and messy.

‘Red is your favorite color, right?’ I asked.

His eyes widened. ‘Yes, it is. Is that why you have this dress on?’ Zayn asked. He looked and sounded surprised.

I shrugged. ‘It kind of is,’ I replied. Zayn’s eyes softened for a moment, but then, they darkened with desire, and he walked inside my flat, closing the door behind him. ‘I thought we were leaving,’ I said, hiding a smile.

‘Change of plans. We’re leaving in half an hour,’ Zayn said and his voice was thick with emotion. ‘Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, doll?’ he asked, prowling toward me. I stepped backwards, biting my lip and nodding playfully. Zayn let out a wolf growl before he told me, ‘I’m going to catch you, doll, and I’m going to eat you!’ And then, I let out a little scream and ran into my bedroom, but Zayn caught me in seconds.


It was a beautiful, sunny day, so, the park was filled with people. Some were sunbathing, some were playing sports, and some were hanging out on the grass. Zayn and I walked hand in hand through all the people, searching for a more secluded spot to spend our morning. But when a few girls spotted Zayn, they got suspicious. One of them was bolder than the others and she jumped in front of us, blocking our way.

‘Are you Zayn Malik from One Direction?’ she asked with a big smile, hoping to get the answer she wanted, but Zayn shook his head back and forth, disappointing her. ‘You kind of look like him,’ she said, flirting. I glared at her.

‘I get that a lot,’ Zayn replied coolly, but curtly, and before the girl could say anything else, he dragged me away. We walked for a little while longer, but then, we found the perfect place to have our picnic. It was under the shade of two trees that were entwined. It was so beautiful. As I lay the blanket down, Zayn put a cigarette between his lips and reached into his pocket for his lighter.

‘Babe, do you mind not smoking today?’ I asked, kneeling down on the blanket, avoiding meeting his eyes. Zayn was taken aback for a moment, but then, he nodded, putting the cigarette away. He was frowning and I hoped he didn’t read much into it, but honestly, he smoking right now would only remind me of Hunter and that was the last thing I wanted. Zayn lied on his back on the blanket and gently grabbed my wrist, pulling me to him. I lied on my side next to him, put my head on his chest, my arm over his stomach and pressed my body against his. Zayn had his one arm around my shoulder and his other behind his head.

‘Why did you ask me not to smoke?’ Zayn asked, stroking his fingers on my arm, and I groaned inwardly. He never let anything go. Never …

I shrugged. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Doll,’ Zayn said softly. He caught my chin and lifted my head up, forcing me to meet his eyes. ‘Are you hiding something from me?’ he asked with a furrowed brow.

‘No, baby, I’m not, so, relax, okay?’ I replied, gently rubbing his chest.

Zayn stared at my face for a moment. Then, he said, ‘Sometimes, I wish I could read your mind.’

I smiled at him. ‘Why?’

‘Because you’re lying to me right now and I want to know why,’ Zayn said seriously.

I sat up. ‘Don’t you trust me?’ I asked. I was actually kind of hurt.

Zayn sat up, too. ‘I trust you, doll,’ he said sincerely. ‘It’s Hunter I don’t trust.’

‘Oh my God, Zayn!’ I said angrily, getting up. When he got up, too, I yelled at him a little bit, ‘Why do you always have to bring Hunter up? Are you obsessed with him? I think you’re obsessed with him.’

But Zayn saw right through my little act and asked, ‘He came to see you again, didn’t he?’

I sighed, defeated. ‘What if he did?’ I asked. ‘You can’t protect me twenty four seven. Plus, I can take care of myself!’ But Zayn snorted, and my mouth fell. ‘I think that this picnic was a bad idea,’ I said, glaring. Zayn put his hands in his onesie’s pockets and shrugged nonchalantly. Irritated even more by his indifference, I hit him on the shoulder, complaining, ‘You’re impossible!’

‘Hey,’ Zayn protested, rubbing his shoulder. I shook my head, walking away. ‘Where are you going?’ he shouted after me.

‘It’s none of your business,’ I shouted over my shoulder immaturely. And then, all of a sudden, the bright sun disappeared, the white clouds turned to grey, a loud thunder was heard and it began pouring down rain. In seconds, Zayn and I were soaked. ‘You stupid English weather, it’s supposed to be spring!’ I shouted at the sky. Zayn was watching me and was grinning, amused. Stubbornly, I tried to walk further away from him, but I slipped on the wet grass and rolled down the hill, screaming.

VOD,’ Zayn shouted, running down the hill. He was next to me in seconds. I was on my back and was hiding my face in my hands. I was embarrassed. My dress and hair were ruined, they were both wet and muddy, while my knees and elbows were grazed. ‘Are you hurt, love?’ Zayn asked in his softest tone, kneeling over me. I was, my knees and elbows were aching really badly, but I shook my head back and forth, still hiding my face from him. Zayn sighed before he said, ‘Come on, doll, I’ll take you to my flat and treat all your wounds.’ Then, he put his one arm behind my back, his other under my knees and picked me up. As he carried me to his car, I nuzzled his neck, clutching his army onesie.

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