The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 3.

3.

The loud and annoying xylophone tune blaring through Blythe's phone, traveling in through her ears awoke her with a jump. Lifting up her head from the pillow, she found the source of the noise and tapped her phone screen multiple times, eventually making the sound stop. Blythe hadn't even meant to wake up this early, as she planned to sleep in this morning. But as always, her phone alarm decided to make the decision for her. Blythe blew air of exasperation, her eyes squinting from all the build up of her make-up. Throwing her legs over the side of her bed and onto the fluffy white carpet underneath, she took a step onto the cold hardwood floor. Blythe hunched her shoulders more to her body to capture heat as she made her way to the bathroom for her regular morning shower.

Her head and back still ached from yesterday's accident. In fact, she could feel it aching more than yesterday's pain. Slowly slipping off her clothes, more bumps appeared on her skin as the cold wrapped around her like a thick blanket. Stepping into the shower, she turned on the hot water and stood there, arms close to her body; feeling the hot water trickle down her body. It felt wonderful to her backache, as if the water were some medication. It happily soothed her body, relaxing her spine and numbing the pain.

Doing the usual shampoo and conditioner run, she rinsed off the last suds of soap still sitting on her head and turned off the running water. Immediately the cold from the flat wrapped their large arms around her. Pushing open the foggy shower door, she snatched the bright pink towel off from the shut toilet seat and wrapped her top half of her body in it. The fluffy material of the towel welcomed her warmly, the fabric soaking up all the water dripping from her body and hair. Blythe slightly shivered in her towel, sniffing her nose as if she were about to catch a cold. Quickly running from the bathroom to her bedroom, she hastily put on her undergarments and threw on a pair of light wash jeans she found on the floor, and tightened the look with an old, purple Jack Willis sweatshirt.

Throwing her hair up in a bun she rubbed her face wearily, too tired to even think about putting on make-up. It wasn't like Blythe was going to impress anybody she knew. She's gone out in public without make-up and it seemed like no one cared, so why should she bother? With a sigh, Blythe ventured out into the hallway of her flat, and into the kitchen. Walking towards the fridge she stopped as she placed her hand on the cold stainless steel, her eyes wandering the bright orange paper held up by magnets on the fridge. Scanning the work schedule calendar once more, Blythe just had to make sure that she wasn't missing a dance class even though she checked the calendar multiple times yesterday and numerous times last week. Blythe opened the refrigerator to find nothing interesting that tickled her taste buds. Glancing at the clock on the microwave, it was still two hours until noon, meaning that Blythe had awoken quite early. Going to bed at six in the evening and awaking at ten the next morning, Blythe had a heaping sixteen hours of rest. Yet she still felt tired. It was amazing on how Blythe could sleep for such hours. She was very much of a deep sleeper, except in the morning when an alarm clock was blaring full volume into her ear. She never accounted the problem of great fatigue or insomnia in her younger years as she was a deep sleeper. Her foster parents had given her the nickname of 'Sleeping Beauty', seeing as she could sleep for hours upon end. Her record has been for eighteen hours, as so her brothers have told her.

She broke her gaze away from the microwave and back in the fridge, even though she knew nothing was there. Closing the fridge door hard in aggravation, she decided to go out for breakfast. Dragging her feet to the hallway, she grabbed a twenty pound bill from off the table, her beloved phone that she got from her bedroom, and slipped on her black and white Nike' trainers.

Her head started to throb softly since her shower, and her back could use a good stretching. She forgotten to take aspirin tablets in the morning to help ease the pain, as now she fully regretted it. She wasn't much in a rush this morning, yet all of her actions were so quick, that she only spent around a rough half an hour in her home today.