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!’

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40. 40. Black, Black Heart

‘Yes!’ I told him. ‘Let’s do it!’

Zayn let out a big sigh of relief before a big smile spread across his face. ‘For a minute there, I thought you would say no,’ he confessed, chuckling.

I smiled at him. ‘Let’s go before anyone finds out,’ I said, grabbing his hand. I was frightened of Hunter, I was positive that he had something up his sleeve, and I wanted to run as far away from him as possible. But someone had already found out.

‘I feel like I’m watching some bad chick flick here,’ Hunter said with a smirk and with his arms folded. He was standing at the door, watching us. He went on, ‘And babe, do you really think that if you run away from me, I won’t find you? I thought you knew me better than that. I’ll always find you, Vod.’

‘What the hell’s the matter with you?’ Zayn shouted at him. He wanted to protect me so desperately. He went on shouting, ‘Don’t you see you’re scaring her? Don’t you see she’s frightened of you?’

Hunter looked at me. No, in fact, he didn’t look at me. He stared at me with those penetrating brown eyes of his. ‘Good,’ Hunter said. ‘I want it that way.’

‘Fucking bastard,’ Zayn cursed under his breath and he leaped to punch him.

But Hunter stepped back coolly. ‘Oh, you want to fight me?’ he asked, amused.

At that moment, Paul came out in the corridor, too. ‘Hey, what’s going on here?’ the older bodyguard asked, putting his big arms around Zayn’s waist, restraining him.

‘If you hurt her – ’ Zayn began through his teeth, gnashing them, but Hunter chuckled, cutting him off.

‘If I hurt her, what? What are you going to do about it, Malik?’ Hunter dared. He looked so entertained by all this.

‘Zayn, come on, calm down,’ Paul advised. ‘He’s not worth it,’ he added, glaring at Hunter.

Hunter put his hands in his pockets, shrugged and said, ‘You better listen to the old man, mate. I’m rotten to the core. You don’t want to mess with me.’ Hunter was making fun of everyone, even Paul!

Paul mumbled some curses, shaking his head, but contained himself. Then, he released Zayn and said, ‘We have to get going. Management will be pissed if you boys don’t get to your photo shoot on time.’

‘Fine,’ Zayn muttered. He took my face into his hands, kissed my nose and said, ‘I’ll see you tonight, doll, yeah?’

I nodded, but Hunter said, ‘Actually, we’re all going out clubbing, tonight. Management wants One Direction to show up at the opening of a new club.’

Zayn sighed, pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He looked so tired. ‘Management’s starting to get on my nerves,’ he whispered. I didn’t know what to say, so, I placed my hands on either side of his neck and gave him a few tender kisses on the lips, hoping that that would make him feel a little better. Hunter was watching us, but I didn’t care. Then, they all left, but before they did, Hunter winked at me behind Zayn's back.

*

It was a quarter after midnight and the club was filled with people. Zayn and I were dancing, holding each other close and having a good time. Zayn had had a few drinks, so, he wasn’t bothered about Hunter anymore. All the other boys were dancing, too. Harry was even flirting with a blonde girl. Our night was going better than expected. Hunter, however, was sitting on a purple velvet sofa, having a drink. His dark eyes were fixed on me all night long. He was watching my every move, so, I couldn’t shake of the fear that he was up to something. When the song ended, we all joined Hunter. The boys were going to perform a few of their songs at one o’clock, so, they wanted to cool a bit down after all the dancing. The minute we all sat down on the sofa, Hunter handed everyone a glass of champagne.

‘The club owner sent it as a thank you to One Direction for coming tonight,’ Hunter said, handing me the last glass. We all drunk the champagne, and soon enough, it was time for the boys to sing, so, they got up and went on the club’s small stage. With a half smile, Zayn winked at me, and then, the music of One Way Or Another began playing. All of a sudden, I felt all sleepy and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. What was happening to me? I got up, but Hunter grabbed my wrist. ‘Where are you going?’ he asked.

I yanked my hand away. ‘To the toilet,’ I replied curtly. Zayn was singing his part in the song, but he watched me walk away from the sofa with a frown on his face. He looked worried, so, I touched my forehead, mouthing, ‘Headache,’ to him. Zayn nodded, focusing back to the song. When I got to the toilets, there was a queue of at least a dozen girls waiting before me. ‘Great,’ I mumbled, folding my arms and leaning against the wall. A few seconds later, the sleepiness took over and my legs gave out on me, but Hunter grabbed me before I fell on the ground. He picked me up and I rested my head on his chest. I felt all weak and numb. I couldn’t even lift my head up. My eyes closed. ‘What did you do to me?’ I asked, barely breathing. I knew all this was Hunter’s doing.

‘I put a couple of sleeping pills in your drink,’ Hunter replied coolly, carrying me out of the club.

‘Why?’ I breathed. I was drifting in and out of consciousness.

‘I want to teach your boyfriend a lesson,’ Hunter replied, walking toward his black Mercedes.

Please,’ I cried under my breath.

‘Shh, babe, relax,’ Hunter told me, kissing my forehead. He put me down in the backseat of his car and shut the door. I couldn’t move a muscle. Through blurry eyes, I watched him climb in the driver’s seat, turn the engine on and drive away.

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... Please don't hate me! So, um, what do you think?

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~ Marlboro. :) xx ~

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