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!’


38. 38. Grazed Knees

In the car, I told Zayn what had happened the night before. I told him that I had met Hunter for a few minutes and everything that we had said. But Zayn was quiet and lost in thought. Once he parked outside his block of flats, Zayn got out, walked around his car and opened my door.

‘Zayn, I’m not that hurt, really,’ I told him, but he didn’t listen. He took my hand, put my arm around his neck and helped me out, anyway. He was so protective sometimes. When we got inside his flat, he locked and walked to his bedroom, undressing. We were both soaked to the skin, so, we had to change out of our clothes if we didn’t want to catch a cold. We hadn’t turned on the lights, so, I stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, in the dark, waiting for him to come back. It had been pouring rain outside for over an hour and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. There goes my dream of a romantic picnic, I thought. What a disaster today was.

When Zayn returned, he had on a pair of blue Calvin Klein boxers. ‘Why didn’t you turn the lights on?’ he asked, turning them on. I shrugged and he came closer. My wet red dress was stuck to my body and my grazed knees were throbbing like hell. My hair was wet, too. I was cold and I was shivering, so, I was hugging myself. Zayn looked at my quivering body for a moment, but when I sneezed, he said, ‘Lift your hands up, doll.’ So, I did. He pulled my dress over my head and threw it on the floor. He half smiled at my red underwear.

I rolled my eyes. ‘Red’s my favorite color, too, so, stop flattering yourself,’ I told him, acting all feisty. In reality, I was beginning to really freak out that he hadn’t reacted about the whole Hunter thing yet. I didn’t know what I should expect. Zayn laughed before he helped me put on a dry, large, plain white t shirt. Then, he handed me a pair of white boxers.

‘Take your underwear off and put this on,’ Zayn told me, and when I nodded, he left the living room. I kicked my boots off, did what he had told me to and sat down on the sofa. Zayn returned, holding a few things in his hug. I watched him as he knelt in front of me. He gently grabbed my calf with his one hand and put a wet cloth on the graze on my knee with his other. I winced when the cloth touched my skin. He had wetted it with ice cold water, so, it stung. After the wound was clean, he put a plaster on it and went on to do the same on my other knee. While he treated my wounds, Zayn was leaning over my thighs, so, I wanted to run my hands through his hair and touch his bare broad shoulders, but I restrained myself. I didn’t know if he was angry with me or not. Once he was done, he got up and was about to walk away from me again, but I grabbed his hand. Zayn looked at me. His honey eyes were unreadable.

‘Thanks,’ I murmured.

Zayn shrugged, cool and indifferent. ‘No problem.’

I got up, but when I did, I breathed an ‘Ouch.’ My knees hurt and I hoped that the wounds wouldn’t get infected.

Zayn grabbed my arms and made me sit down. ‘Doll,’ he said in my face. ‘Sit your lovely yet clumsy bum down.’

I frowned. ‘I’m not clumsy.’

Zayn laughed loudly before he said with a half smile on his lips, ‘Oh, really? Because, I’ve never seen anyone else trip over their own two feet and roll down a hill before today. You nailed it.’

‘I didn’t trip over my own two feet!’ I complained. ‘The grass was wet and I slipped!’

‘You’re clumsy. Admit it,’ Zayn said, shrugging, smiling. I humphed, sat back and folded my arms. Zayn cupped my cheek, stroking his thumb on it for a moment. Then, he said, ‘I’ll go to my bedroom. Wait a few minutes and then come find me, yeah?’ When I nodded, Zayn grabbed my picnic basket and went to his bedroom.

‘What are you up to, Zayn Malik?’ I asked myself, looking at his closed bedroom door. A few minutes later, I got up, knocked on his door and walked inside. When I saw what he had done, my heart skipped a beat. Zayn was standing next to his bed, smiling sweetly. He had put my picnic blanket on his mattress and had put all the snacks I had prepared on it.

‘I’m sorry we didn’t have the picnic you had hoped for,’ Zayn said sincerely, offering me his hand. I took it, moving closer.

‘You’re more romantic than you’re given credit for,’ I told him, and he chuckled. After we both sat on the blanket on the bed, I asked, ‘Should I be worried that you haven’t reacted about Hunter yet?’

‘I won’t let anyone take you away from me, doll,’ Zayn said, looking at my face. He sounded determined. ‘I’ll fight for you,’ he completed coolly.

‘You know,’ I began, staring at his bare torso. ‘When I met Cece, the girl you brought to the Masquerade Ball, I was really close to scratching her across the face.’

Zayn chuckled. ‘Were you, now?’

I nodded. ‘I was really close to pulling her hair out, too.’

Zayn laughed. ‘You’re my little tiger girl,’ he murmured, gently grabbing the back of my neck. He pulled me into a long, slow kiss, which made me forget my name for a minute. When he pulled back, he lay down on his back and rested his head on my thighs, sighing. He closed his eyes and his long eyelashes brushed his cheek. He was an angel sleeping on my lap. I put my hands on each side of his face, leaned over him and kissed his forehead. But when I tried to pull away, Zayn, still with his eyes closed and a playful half smile on, put his hand on the back of my head and brought my face close to his again. I pressed my lips against his, and when he deepened the kiss, I stroked my fingers on his temples. When his phone rang, he hit answer, but he didn’t let me break our kiss. His hand was still on the back of my head, keeping me in place. Smiling, I planted one peck after another on his lips.

‘Hey … mate … what’s … up?’ Zayn managed to say in between my kisses.

Bro, there’s something you need to see,’ Liam replied. He sounded very serious. ‘You won’t like it.’

Both Zayn and I stopped fooling around and looked at each other, frowning.

‘What is it, mate? What’s wrong?’ Zayn asked, sitting up.

Tell Zayn to come to the record label, now,’ Niall said.

Yeah, bro, just come here as fast as you can,’ Liam added.

‘Okay, I’m on my way,’ Zayn said, hanging up. Then, we both put some clothes on and hurried to work.


Zayn and I walked inside the rehearsal area, holding hands and with our fingers interlocked.

‘I wonder what all the fuss is about,’ I said, and Zayn nodded, but when we found the other boys, my mouth fell and my mind froze. Harry and Hunter were sitting on the stage, and they were talking and laughing loudly. They were getting along really well. They looked like two old buddies. ‘W-what’s g-going on h-here?’ I stuttered, while Zayn was awfully quiet. In fact, he was dangerously quiet. Harry and Hunter got up.

‘Hey, babe,’ Hunter told me with a wink, and Zayn clenched his jaw, squeezing my hand.

‘Hunter’s One Direction’s new bodyguard,’ Harry told us with a grin.


Shout out to 1Anna99Styles8 for giving me the idea of putting Harry and Hunter on the same team! So, do you guys think that Harry has changed sides, or, that he's pretending for some reason? Let me know what you think of the new chapter! Marlboro. :) xx

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