The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 7.

7.

"Imma' tell you one time!"
Blythe loudly sang along-side Niall as they both obnoxiously sang 'One Time' by the famous Justin Bieber, as the song was playing on the radio. With the song ending, Niall and Blythe both held the last note as best as they could, but of course with them singing in the car one might mistaken them as tone-deaf. At least that's what Liam, Zayn, Louis, and Harry were thinking as they had to endure the horrible singing. The radio announcer's voice came voicing through the expensive speakers of the Porsche, sending out a wave of sigh-reliefs from within the lads.

"Could you two even sing more worse than that?"
Zayn sarcastically asked, his eyes stilled glued onto the moving scenery happening in front of him through the window. With his arms comfortably crossed against his chest, his ears perked up as he heard giggles and snickers happening from the back-seat. Rolling his deep, brown orbs playfully, he slouched lower into his seat and continued to stare out the window.

"Don't give them any more ideas Zayn, this is the first and last time they'll ever sing together!"
Liam quickly replied, sounding more serious than he was kidding. While Niall scoffed as if it were a rude insult, Blythe just smiled and quietly giggled, her legs bouncing from the amount of energy she had.

"You know, I think I like you a whole lot more, just because your a massive fan of the Biebs"
Niall stated, looking down at Blythe and patting her head as if he were talking to a little kid. Blythe scrunched her face and shook her head, wanting his hand to stop patting the top of her head. As Niall retrieved his hand, Blythe shrugged and lifted her brows, a bit confused as to why he didn't seem to like her much before.

"Oh, and you didn't fancy me before?"
Blythe teased, her voice slightly raising. Niall's eyebrows raised as well, his mouth open in a comical smile. He rose his heads up and out from his chest, his palms facing up and slightly shaking. His lips were barely moving, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't for some reason.

The corner of Harry's lips tugged upwards in a sinister smirk. Glancing every so often at Zayn, hoping he'd get his attention, Zayn felt Harry's sneaking eyes on him. Turning his head towards Harry, his thin lips gave a smirk as he slightly chuckled. He couldn't help but quietly laugh at his good friend's cheeky expression, and the silly way that Blythe and Niall were bonding. Yet, something small inside of Zayn's mind was bubbling with jealousy. This was the first time he was meeting Blythe, so why was he already having feelings for her? Was it how she playfully argued with him today? No, it was just a small defensive scenario, it wasn't much. But Zayn couldn't help but glance from time to time in the mirror in front of him, his eyes lingering at Blythe who was happily having a quiet conversation with Niall and Liam. She was adorable, cute, and is a lovely girl, something that Zayn wouldn't admit out-loud. Don't get your hopes up, Zayn thought, thinking of the worst possible out-comes, like Blythe having a boyfriend. Zayn brushed the thought away from his mind and concentrated loosely on the high city life moving in front of him.

"This is the best day of my life!"
Niall exclaimed happily, continuing to shake his head. Blythe glanced through the crack between the seat and at the window's reflection for Harry's expression, slightly worried about Niall's health. Harry smiled and looked at Zayn, who was still slouched in his seat. Zayn shook his head in disapproval, but smiling at Niall's craziness. Niall slapped his hands down on his knee caps and sat back in the seat, squirming around to get comfortable. Yet, being squished between an adult-sized Liam and a mere child-sized Blythe wasn't very comforting to one's body. Rolling back his head, he closed his eyes gently and refrained to make a noise. It was as if someone shut off a switch in his brain.

"Well, he's tired"
Louis mumbled from the front seat as he re-positioned his hand on the steering wheel. Blythe took her gaze off from the back of Louis's seat and up at Niall, who was in the same state he was a few seconds ago. Blythe tutted and sighed happily, also resting her back in the seat as she found herself very tired as well.

Slowly releasing his pressure on the gas pedal, the car slowly came to a complete halt safely, as opposed to Louis's earlier stop. Blythe squinted her eyes through the tinted window, to sadly see the familiar shape of her tall flat building in view. Blythe didn't want to leave the lads, as she had much fun with them for the past three hours, yet she wanted to just lie down in her bed and sleep forever. It felt like a good night as she didn't have work early the next morning, and that made Blythe very happy.

"Alright Blythe, this is your stop love"
Harry tiredly said, his voice all rough and husky. Blythe nodded and smiled sadly, reaching for the door handle before letting herself out.

"Wait!"
Zayn immediately shouted, jumping up from his position and turning around to face a leaving Blythe. The burst woke up Niall as his head shot up, his bright blue eyes alarmed with warning. Blythe also stopped too, her hand wrapped around the cold handle of the car. She waited patiently for Zayn to talk. Zayn quickly glanced at Harry who was half-asleep, his eyes slowly drooping from the weight of his lids. Swatting Harry lightly on his shoulder, Harry jerked awake and looked at Zayn, then realized what he was meaning.

"Oh right, yeah, I need your number"
Harry mumbled as he bent around the corner of the leather seat, his hand out towards him as if wanting something. Blythe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, waiting for Harry's next move. Harry's eyebrows rose in wait, physically asking for her phone so he could enter his number. Getting his silent signal, Blythe's mouth formed a cynical 'o' as she handed him her phone. A few quick seconds later, Harry gave back his phone to Blythe and smiled wearily, turning back in his seat and slouching again. Pulling the handle of the door, the cold wind slapped Blythe hard, her face and arms stinging. Blythe hopped out from the car and placed a hand on the top of the door, peeking in through the back-seat.

"Night lads!"
Blythe called out cheerily as a chorus of tired 'good-byes' came from around the car. Blythe smiled one last time before shutting the car door gently and jumping up the concrete steps of the building she lived in. From the corner of her eye, she saw the sleek, black Porsche speed away down the street, before it was indulged by the dark.

*

Louis's head followed the thin outline of Blythe's small figure as she climbed up the concrete steps and stepped inside the wealthy lobby. Stepping on the pedal, the car jolted forwards and sped down the street, blobs of light passing by quickly.

"She's a lovely girl."
Liam proclaimed as the starting of the ride remained silent. Louis nodded his head and smiled, his eyes scanning the bright lights of the London night streets. Harry and Zayn were both too tired to answer back, as they both slouched lazily in their seats, their eyes drooping by the second. Harry made a soft grunting noise in his throat in agreement to Liam, as he did fully think that Blythe was a fantastic girl. She was funny, smart, outgoing, and cute. So what was not to like?

Niall shifted over in the seat that once occupied, so that was wasn't uncomfortably squished up next to poor Liam. Bringing his upper-body down onto the seat, he turned on his back and struggling to take his shoes off. Once his white Supras were off, he kicked his feet high into the air and placed the on the low ceiling of the car,squirming slightly for his back to fit the mold of the car's seat. As everything was at his content, he crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes one final time, before drifting off into a deep sleep.

*

"Are you taking Niall with you?"
Louis asked Zayn, as his eyes followed Liam through the tinted window glass. Seeing Liam step inside his home, he relaxed back into his seat before stepping on the pedal and driving down the road, his head rolling comfortably on his shoulder. He yawned silently, blinking slowly as he longed for his fluffy mattress back home. Yet, he had the duty to safely drive the lads back home as he was the only one out of the five that could actually drive. Glancing at Zayn for his reply, Zayn's eyes were half-closed and slouched far into the seat, obviously tired as well. Louis sighed out through his nose as he lightly nudged Zayn on his shoulder by his free hand. Asking the question again, Zayn licked his lips and swallowed before adjusting in his small seat again.

"Sure, bring him home with me."
Zayn answered huskily, his eyes tiredly staring out the glass window. Beside him, Harry was curled up in his seat, his head relaxed on his shoulder and the side of the window, which were flattening his bouncy curls. Zayn stared at Harry's sleeping figure, as Harry's chest rose and deepened as he breathed softly. Behind the three seats at the front, Niall was sprawled out like an animal across the back seats, his face flat on the seat as his arms were dangling freely by his sides. Looking at the bright light in the headboard, the time read a clear '11:00 P.M' which surprised Zayn completely. He wondered why everyone was so tired at this time, as they normally weren't on any other day. It could of been Blythe, Zayn thought as he agreed with his idea of her tiring out the lads. If she could do that within three hours, then he'd have to keep her around Zayn lamely joked with himself.

Seeing the little loft that Zayn resided in London, he sighed deeply from tiredness and waited for Louis to stop the car. Feeling so tired and lazy from sitting in the car and having a well meal, Zayn didn't want to move anyone or do anything physical. But knowing that his bed was happily waiting for him, that was the only thing that kept his motor running. As Louis got out of the car to let Zayn through, Zayn hopped out of the warm vehicle and into the chilly early October night air as it hugged him, creating bumps on his bare arms.

Opening the back door, he nudged Niall, yet he knew that Niall wasn't an easy waker. After a few failed attempts, Louis shut the door and slipped his arms under Niall's under-arms and heavily dragged him out of the car, as Zayn grabbed Niall's feet, his nose scrunching from the odor. Dragging him towards the door, Zayn pushed open the door and flicked on the light of his living room, where both Louis and Zayn plopped Niall down without any gentleness. Clapping Zayn lightly on the back, Louis bid good-bye and headed back to his car. Watching the shadows of the headlights shine through the curtains, Zayn wiped his face with his hand and threw a blanket over Niall's body as Niall snuggled in the couch. Heading up the stairs, Zayn wasn't bothered to changing as he threw himself on the couch and immediately fell to sleep.