The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 8.

8.

Blythe's phone started to vibrate madly on the granite counter-top, sending out a loud ringing noise through the kitchen. Lifting off the whistling kettle off from the stove-top, Blythe brought the mug forward and reached for her phone. Un-locking her phone, she started to pour the steaming water in the mug, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, not paying attention to the boiling water. Seeing the little red notification for her messages, she tapped on the icon and watched as the message read on the screen.

"Morning Blythe-A-Boo! Like the nickname? Haha, I'm too funny. Anyways, wanna' meet up for breakfast? You, me, Niall, and Zayn? It'll be fun! X"

Read the welcoming message from none other, then Harry Styles. Blythe smiled warmly, as the kind message brought happiness to her. From the wonderful dinner night she had with the lads a few nights ago, it seemed like they wanted her to stick around, especially Harry. Blythe was surprised on how well her confidence level was growing around the boys. A hot sensation trickled on her hand and onto the rim of her stomach, slowly burning her skin. Blythe dropped her phone and pulled set the kettle down, rubbing her hand affectionately on her thigh. She let out a loud curse word, not caring if her neighbors heard or not. Plucking her phone up off the ground, she turned on the tap and stuck her hand under the cold running water, turning her hand slowly so that the water helped cool down the burn.

Wiping her wet hand on the towel, she grabbed her phone and went back to Harry's message, re-reading it once more as the small smile appeared on her face once more. Her thumbs flew across the key-pad as letters popped up on the screen.

"Sounds lovely! I'd love to come, where are you right now?"

Blythe responded with, waiting patiently for his reply. Blythe glanced up from her phone and at the mug with her flavoured tea, sitting innocently on the counter top. Losing her need for tea, she ignored the tea's awareness and set off for her bedroom, only to start to get ready. Changing out of her pajama trousers and top, she settled for a pair of comfortable grey leggings, and a bright blue TNA sweater. As it were only eleven in the morning, there was absolutely no need to get all dolled up in clothing, as they were just having breakfast. As her hair was already straight from the night before, she decided to pull it in a ponytail and call it a day. Quickly applying mascara and eyeliner, her phone vibrated once more with Harry's answer. Snatching her phone, she read the message with his address, and of course, a smiley face. Blythe shook her head and smiled once more, surprised by his cheekiness.

Stuffing her phone and a twenty pound bill in her pockets, she headed out the door and down the elevator, ready to get indulged warmly by the London traffic and the changing weather.

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Exchanging money with the cab driver, he bid her a good-bye as she hopped out from the sleek, black car and onto the pavement. In front of her, stood a large, wealthy looking building, a lot larger than hers. Checking back onto her messages, she made sure that she got the address correct, just in case. Blythe nodded her head and stuck her phone back in her pocket, then jumped the concrete steps and walked into the building. The first thing she noticed were the shiny marble flooring and how they glistened in the artificial light. Large white pillars were placed everywhere, reaching up high to the ceiling. It reminded Blythe of Greek Mythology times. Snapping back from her day-dreaming, she headed into the lift that brought her up multiple stories, accompanying her with soft, orchestra music.

Blythe silently thought about the whole idea of meeting the boys. It seemed like, a miracle has happened, yet, it wasn't a miracle at all. Just a small little no one girl in the heart of England, meeting some massive known lads that every girl would dream of. And what surprised her the most, is that they wanted her back. It wasn't like some 'one time' thing were you say your greetings and leave, continuing on with your day. No, they invited her to dinner, and now they want to hang out with her more! The thought slightly excited Blythe, as she wasn't used to always being the one that everyone wanted. It was as if up until now, she felt almost useless to others social lives. But only one thing was standing in the way of everything, and it was that she was a girl. Girls are so different to boys, so would she be able to fit in easily? Blythe greatly hoped so.