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!’


4. 4. One Part Angel, One Part Danger

The club was packed and I felt as if I could hardly breathe. I didn’t like clubs or pretentious people. When Zayn noticed I was uncomfortable, he asked in my ear, his hot breath tickling it, ‘What’s the matter, doll?’ Apparently, that’s what he was calling me now.

‘I’m agoraphobic,’ I told him, a little embarrassed.

Zayn half smiled and touched my cheek. ‘You’re a strange girl, you know that? Beautiful but strange,’ he said, stroking his thumb on my cheek. My knees weakened. He withdrew his hand and offered me a vodka shot. ‘Here, this will help you loosen up,’ he said. I took it, poured it down my throat and breathed out. It was strong. I grabbed another shot and drank it too. ‘Wow, easy there, tiger,’ Zayn said, grabbing my wrist and stopping me from drinking one more.

A couple, who was making out, bumped into me and I crashed into Zayn. He got my arms, holding me against him, and I looked into his eyes. They were like orbs of warm honey. I liked honey, I thought. And those eyelashes of his. No boy should have better eyelashes from a girl. ‘Can I touch your eyelashes?’ I asked, adding, ‘It’s really the vodka talking, not me.’

Zayn chuckled. ‘Knock yourself out, doll,’ he replied, putting his hands in his jeans’ pockets, waiting.

I gently touched his eyelashes and told him ecstatically, ‘Wow, they’re perfect!’

Zayn laughed, shaking his head. ‘I like this song,’ he said when Losing My Mind by Daughtry started playing.

‘Let’s dance, then,’ I said, grabbing his hand. I led him in the middle of the dance floor, turned to him, planted my hands on his ribs and began dancing very close to him.

Zayn put his hands on my hips, leaned closer and sang to me as we danced,

Yeah and my head keeps spinning
You got me tripping
There's something about the way you move
Yeah, every little single thing you do is like
One part angel and one part danger
But, oh, the kind of crazy I like
You got me losing my mind
I'm losing my mind!

When the song ended, Zayn took me hand, saying, ‘Come on.’

‘Where are we going?’ I asked while he dragged me away from the crowd.

Zayn didn’t reply, just kept on going. He opened a door that had the sign Staff Only on it and we went inside. It was a small, dimly lit room, and nobody else was there. He pushed me up against the wall, put both hands on it on either side of me and stared at my lips, licking his.

‘You’re one part angel and one part danger,’ I told him, smiling. ‘Just like the song says,’ I added, running a hand through his hair.

Zayn chuckled, bowing his head. Then, he studied my face in the dark for a moment before he pressed his lips on mine. He settled his hands on my butt, pulling my pelvis against his, and bit a little too hard my lower lip, driving me crazy. When he slid his tongue in my mouth, finding its way to mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck, totally succumbing to him. As we kissed, our bodies were glued together and I could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Zayn suddenly pulled away and ran a hand through his hair.

‘Is something wrong?’ I asked, touching his arm, but he abruptly freed it, stepping back. I was taken aback. What had gotten into him all of a sudden?

‘I’ll head back to the others,’ he simply said, heading to the door. The other four boys were here too. Did I forget to mention that?

In real life, boys don’t come running back to you. They leave and never say another word to you. I threw myself in front of him, not letting him go away. ‘I’m not a toy, Zayn,’ I protested, hitting him on the stomach. ‘You can’t kiss me like that and then just walk away!’ He had tricked me. He made me care for him and now he was leaving. And I didn’t even know why!

‘Vod, move out of the way,’ Zayn calmly said but when I didn’t budge, he got my shoulders and carefully moved me aside. He left the room and I followed after a few minutes. I wanted to pull myself together first. I frowned when I found Niall standing right outside the door. Was he waiting for me? Zayn though was nowhere to be found.

‘Where’s Zayn?’ I asked him.

‘He left,’ Niall replied. ‘What happened between you two?’ he asked before blurting out, ‘Zayn usually stays for a good half an hour in there.’

My heart fell and I felt sick inside when I realized what Niall was talking about. Basically, the room was Zayn’s kissing booth, and apparently, he took girls there all the time, while Niall guarded it, so nobody would interrupt.

‘You two should be ashamed of yourselves,’ I told him, holding back tears, and before he could say anything, I left the club.

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