The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 6.

6.

Being seated in a comfy booth near the back of the restaurant, Blythe sat inbetween Liam and Niall, while directly across from Zayn, with Harry and Louis sitting on either side of him. Plopping herself down on the comfortable booth, she glanced up at Zayn, her eyes lingering on him longer then what she had expected. With his dark hair that was pushed up at the top, his face sculpted distinct eyebrows and curved cheekbones, finished with glowing tanned skin. From what the artificial light shone, his eyes, lighter than his features, glinted as the overhead lamps reflected into his chocolate brown eyes. Clothed in a navy V-neck that fell loosely on his chest, his expression was hardened with mystery and ignorance. Zayn's eyes flickered from the table up to Blythe as he felt her eyes intently staring at him. Seeing as her hazel orbs were in fact, examining him, they made quick contact before Blythe looked away embarrassed, her cheeks immediately flushing a light shade of pink. Zayn's gaze lingered on her , in-taking her features in a matter of a second. Watching a strand of chestnut brown hair fall from her bun and down to her cheek, Zayn had the sudden urge to whisk it away with a swift movement of his fingers. But not wanting to do so, as he were just a stranger to her, he refrained from doing so, no matter how much that stray piece annoyed him.

Blythe swallowed and looked down at the table in front of her, and up at Harry as she didn't want to make any eye-contact with Zayn. From the corner of her eye, she saw Zayn's arm raise, his head resting on his fist as he supported it with his elbow on the table. Feeling positive that Zayn wasn't looking in Blythe's direction, she took the vast opportunity to glace at him sneakily. As if she hadn't looked at all, her gaze was back towards Harry as he was explaining something fascinating to Liam, something that Blythe wasn't listening to at all. The figure of Zayn gazing towards the window in front of her burned in Blythe's mind, as well as the smug smirk he had playing with his lips. Blythe huffed madly, and slightly shook her head to get the image ignored from her mind.

A perky blonde waitress came bouncing towards the table Blythe and the lads were sitting at. Blythe's eyes followed her closely, the young waiter's piercing stare gleaming at Blythe with an unknown reason of hate. Blythe blinked at the woman in surprise, wondering why the woman gave her the stare of death. Probably, it was the fact that Blythe was dining alone with five unmistakably fit lads, all in the hot boy band named One Direction. Looking the down in her lap while her fingers fumble against eachother, the waitress appeared at their table, Blythe knowing that the woman was doing her best to 'look cute'.

"Hi! Welcome to Nandos I'm your waitress Sarah, and I'll be happily waiting for you tonight"

The waitress greeted herself as Blythe finally looked up into her face. Immediately she saw the great tons of make-up she was wearing, as her hands were a very different shade of orange from her face. As too the amount of eyeliner lined up on her eyes were enough to be classified as eyeshadow. Blythe also noticed the obvious wink she gave as she placed thick menus down on the table.

"Lovely."

Harry spoke roughly, completely ignoring the waitress and grabbed for the menus. Taking ahold of them in his hands, he passed them out to everyone at the table and finally opened his own, his eyes reading all the choices. Surprised by his actions, as she expected Harry's actions to perform quite differently, she watched the waitress huff in response and spin on her heel, her long, golden blonde hair flying behind her as she walked away, hips waving madly.

"I swear, the waitresses here keep on getting tackier and tackier,"

Louis mumbled as he picked up his menu and mimicked Harry's actions. Blythe bit her bottom lip to try and hide the small smirk that was playing on her lips, and reached for her menu a little way in front of her. Flipping open the thick cover, Blythe's eyes quickly skimmed the meals, her eyes widening in happiness when she saw a picture of a delicious platter of chicken wings available. Closing the menu and placing it back on the table, Blythe slid towards the backing of the booth, her feet slowly levitating off the floor. Her back comfortably resting on the squishy fabric, she started waving her feet down, hoping they'd touch the floor. Confused, Blythe leaned her head towards Niall and looked down towards her feet, that were a good half a foot off from the ground. From the corner of his deep icy eyes, Niall caught Blythe gazing down under the table, in which he placed his menu down and looked too, wondering if she lost something. Feeling a presence behind her, Blythe slowly went to her original space to see Niall looking up at her, his head in level with the edge of the table.