The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 5.

5.

Blythe paced around her living room nervously, timidly biting her nails. Her bright, white phone was clutched tightly in her sweaty hand, her other hand busy tucked by her mouth for her to allow herself to bite her nails. The flat was utterly silent, except for her light footsteps that barely echoed against the walls. Her fingers kept pressing the home button on her phone as the bright light lit up her hand. The bleeding sun slowly started to lower, shining out colours of red, orange, and pink. The once blue sky now turned a faded yellow as in short hours a blanket of stars would be covering the London city. It was near Wednesday evening, where only a few short days ago three fifths of the band One Direction came up, and asked them to have dinner with her. Blythe hadn't known what to say. She had tried to say no, but Louis and Harry wouldn't let it be. And so now, here Blythe was, pacing back and forth with her phone in her hand and a small piece of crumpled paper on the coffee table, waiting to be used. Blythe didn't want to feel clingy to Harry, by actually plucking up the courage to call him, asking whether or not the dinner with the lads is still up. Or what if he forgot about it? What if it was all a big joke, or a misunderstanding? Paranoia ran through Blythe's mind fiercely, working every gear in her brain. There wasn't much time, as it was nearly six in the evening. Blythe brought her fingers away from her mouth and wiped them on the back of her sweatpants. Flipping the phone around in her hand, she stomped over loudly to the coffee table, and sat down on the bright red couch behind it. She reached over the coffee table and grabbed the slip of paper hanging by the edge of the thick glass. Punching the numbers into the bar of her touch-screen phone, she placed the phone up to her ear and waited patiently. Her top teeth tugged her bottom lip, chewing furiously as her thigh started jumping anxiously.

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"Does anyone know where my grey blazer went?"

Harry shouted down the hallway, his head sticking out from the door frame. He could see Liam, Zayn, and Niall already sitting down in the living room area, waiting for Harry and Louis to hurry up for their dinner 'date'. The lads came early to meet Harry and Louis, as Harry and Louis shared a flat together for Harry not being of age yet. Only being seventeen, Louis decided to sign his name as Harry's legal guardian in the modern flat they both lived in. Being good friends and band mates, they both agreed to the idea solemnly.

Harry continued to stare at the three lads sitting on the couch, who were all playing with their phones. Harry rolled his large, deep turquoise eyes and quickly ran to the bathroom where Louis was hiding.

"Where did my blazer go?"

Harry asked Louis, as Harry picked up a clean pair of black signature Chinos from the floor and lazily placed them on, waiting for Louis' answer. Louis didn't acknowledge Harry's changing as he continued to stare in the mirror, plucking out tufts of hair from his face and arranging them on his head.

"Check my closet,"

Louis mumbled, his attention still not fully attentive on Harry. Harry zipped up his trousers and pulled them down a good way down his bottom, as it was normal for him to wear his trousers that low. Nodding at Louis' answer, Harry walked out from the bathroom and into Louis's room, which was a total and utter mess. Careful not to step on anything valuable, Harry made his way to Louis's closet, where he found his clean, wrinkle-free grey blazer hanging loosely from a white, plastic hanger on the rack. Grabbing the blazer, Harry waddled over back to his room where he threw on a white shirt and slid his arms through the holes. Adjusting the jacket, Harry sprayed a few drops of sweet smelling cologne on him, just for the wonders of it. In-taking the smell of the nice smell, Harry shook his head of curly hair and pulled his curly fringe back, smiling for absolutely no reason. Grabbing his phone, he stuffed it in the inside pocket of his blazer and closed the door behind him as he walked out from the bedroom and into the living room.