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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6. 6. Teenage Dirtbags

‘Harry, keep still!’ I complained. I was trying to put a bowtie on him but he kept fighting with Louis.

‘But, Vod! Louis’ bugging me!’ Harry protested like a five year old and Louis laughed.

I groaned before I said, strictly, ‘Louis, stop bugging him.’ Sometimes, I felt more like the boys’ mom rather than their stylist.

‘Okay, I’m sorry, Vod,’ Louis replied, rather serious too, before he threw a pillow at the back of Harry’s head and ran out of the room.

‘Lou, I’m going to kick your arse!’ Harry shouted but I grabbed his shirt collar, keeping him still, before he could go running after Louis.

‘You’re doing no such thing,’ I told him. ‘Well, not until after I get you out of these clothes.’ That didn’t come out right, I thought as soon as I said it, and quickly looked at him, waiting for his reaction. A naughty grin played on his lips but he didn’t say whatever improper thing that had crossed his mind. He probably didn’t want to make me feel more embarrassed than I already was. Harry Styles was the cheekiest, flirtiest boy I had met in my life but he was the most perfect gentleman as well. My phone buzzed in my jeans’ back pocket. It was a text from Zayn. I read it.

MyBadBoy: Meet me up on the roof, doll. NOW.

Harry bent over me and read the text, too. ‘Things going well between you and Zayn?’ he asked, half smiling.

‘I guess,’ I replied, putting my phone away. ‘We haven’t been on a date yet.’

‘Zayn may come across as vain and a player but he’s not like that,’ Harry said, defending his friend. ‘He can totally devote to his girlfriend. If he’s in love with her.’

‘Is this an advice or a warning, Haz?’ I asked, looking straight into his clear green eyes.

Harry only shrugged.

The time was almost 9. It was the end of another day working for One Direction. ‘Go take off the clothes and put them on the sofa for me, please,’ I said, grabbing my bag and coat. Harry nodded, already unbuttoning his shirt. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?’ I told him, winked at him and hurried to the roof.

I found Zayn up there, smoking a cigarette and looking at the stars. He blew smoke out through his mouth and nose, staining the night with a little white cloud. He had set a blanket on the ground and a strand of white lights around it. On the blanket, there was a bottle of wine and a pizza.

I smiled, put my coat on, hugged myself, and walked to him. I stood next to him, brushing my arm against his. ‘What’s all this?’ I asked, looking at him.

Zayn turned to me. ‘I wanted to take you to a restaurant and then for a walk along the Thames for our first date but I figured that fans would keep interrupting us and that photographers would be lurking everywhere. So, I prepared this. Nobody will bother us up here.’ I stared at him, smiling and saying nothing. He went on, ‘I know it isn’t as fancy as – ’

‘It’s perfect,’ I said, stopping him, and sat down. Zayn half smiled and sat down too. ‘Can I have one?’ I asked, pointing at the half burned cigarette in his hand. He thought for a moment before he offered me his own. I took it and when I put it between my lips, I felt the moisture his mouth had left there. I sucked and felt the smoke race down my throat and straight into my lungs. I tilted my head back, blowing the smoke out, and felt a little relaxed at once. Zayn got the cigarette from me and I lied on my back on the blanket.

Zayn lied on his side, beside me. I was looking at the night sky and he was looking at me. ‘I don’t want you smoking,’ he said. ‘I don’t find it attractive.’

‘Other boys will disagree with you,’ I told him. ‘My ex often gave me one of his cigarettes and watched me smoke it with a grin on his face. He loved to watch me smoke.’

‘Your ex was a dick then,’ Zayn said.

‘He was,’ I replied. We both fell silent after that.

‘You’re quite beautiful, you know that?’ he said after a while. His eyes were fixed on my face the whole time.

I shrugged. ‘I’m not really.’

He chuckled before he used my own words against me, ‘Us, boys, will disagree with you.’

I couldn’t hide my smile. He sat up, opened the wine, drank and handed it to me. I went on my knees, taking the bottle. I put all my hair over one shoulder, swallowed 2 big gulps and put the bottle down. Zayn moved closer, planted his hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb on my lower lip.

‘You already have red wine lips,’ he said, looking at my mouth.

‘One of my flaws,’ I replied, chewing my lower lip. Then, I got his wrist and gave his thumb a wet kiss before I put it in my mouth. I sucked on it a little, staring into his eyes. Even though it was dark, I could see his pupils dilating. When I lied down again, as if nothing had happened, Zayn swallowed hard, breathing fast. Apparently, he didn’t like to be teased like that because, before I could react, he positioned himself on top of me and grabbed my wrists, holding my hands over my head.

‘Don’t tease me, doll,’ Zayn warned me. ‘Because I like it rough and you’re not yet ready for that.’

With his body pressure on me and with those eyes of his bearing down into mine, I felt powerless and thought I couldn’t speak, so, I was surprised with myself when I uttered the words, ‘Pfft, please.’

Zayn chuckled, shaking his head with my stubbornness. ‘You don’t know what you’re dealing with here, love,’ he said before he whispered, hovering his lips over mine, ‘You’re too innocent.’

‘Shut up!’ I protested and he smashed his lips into mine, diminishing me into a mere toy of his. His doll. The moment he slid his tongue in my mouth, he pulled back and I gasped in annoyance. He sat, opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice, taking a big bite out of it. I knelt and glared with my mouth open.

That’s how you tease someone,’ Zayn simply said and winked at me before he took another bite out of his slice. It took me a few seconds to cool myself down and then I joined him to dinner. But I had learned my lesson. Never tease Zayn Malik.

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Random Note: I just LOVE how the boys sing Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus and I can't stop listening to it! Anyhoo, hope you liked the chapter. :) xx

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