The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 12.

12.

As the upbeat music paced around the large loft excitedly, ringing into everyone's ears, Blythe flipped her head in order to get the hair out of her face. For the past hour and twenty minutes, she's been watching the class dance her routine of Rihanna's 'We Found Love'. With her smiling face, Blythe nodded at the class as the song ended, clapping for them as she was impressed on how well they've done. As the dancers, and the others on the sidelines, clapped and cheered along with Blythe, Blythe made her way over to the little dancer that was in her class, Jae.

"Jae!" Blythe chirped, making her way through the crowd. Jae's head shot up as he heard his name being called. Spinning around on his foot, he spotted Blythe struggling to near him. As she emerged from the crowd, he looked up at her, awaiting her proposal.

"You killed it out there buddy!" Blythe spoke encouragingly, kneeling down so that she was facing the small boy. Jae smiled a crooked grin, his whole face getting redder with shyness. Blythe couldn't help but broaden her smile as the little boy's cuteness overwhelmed her greatly.

"Thank you Miss Binky!" Jae replied sweetly as he wrapped his tiny arms around her neck. Blythe immediately indulged the boy in her arms, hugging him tightly and playfully shaking him from side to side. Giggling, Jae released Blythe as Blythe did the same, patting him on his back as she saw Jae's older brother waiting for him at the doorway. Waving goodbye to a fleeing Jae, Blythe stood up and felt a sharp tap on her shoulder.

"Trey!" Blythe exclaimed as she turned around in reply to the tap. Blythe looked up at a sweating, muscular black teenage boy as he smiled tiredly at her.

"Binks, yo' your moves are tight!" Trey said breathlessly in his ghetto' English accent, which made Blythe giggle softly. Blythe nodded her head and pouted her bottom lip in approvement, as she did take her dancing skills quite seriously.

"I gotta' say Trey," Blythe started as she shrugged her shoulders, "When I'm not focusing on the dancing and look at you go, I almost feel ashamed!" Blythe finished as Trey rolled his eyes playfully. He stood beside her and slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down so he could be somewhat near eye-level.

"Look, there's this dance contest that I really want you to enter," Trey began as he fished out something from his back pocket. Giving Blythe a crumple flyer, he placed it in Blythe's hands as she gently opened it. In fluorescent colours streaked across the page, an outline of a dancing couple was shown as well as the contest title, 'Strut Up The Streets'. Blythe blew out her intake of air, carefully looking at the flyer.

"If you enter, and actually get the chance, you'd become massive" Trey continued, trying to persuade Blythe into joining. Blythe shrugged and stole a glance at a hopeful Trey. Still unsure, Blythe shook her head as the curls bounced around her stomach playfully.

"I-I don't know Trey. I don't want to give this up," Blythe answered, motioning at all the stretching dancers who were now either socializing with eachother or continuing to work on the routine. "I mean, I still have to get you all ready for the ICONic performance, I don't want to let you all down."

"But you won't!" Trey whispered loudly, tightening his grip on Blythe as she rested her head on his forearm. "The contest starts in February, which is four months from now. You have time to think about it, and the ICONic performance doesn't start until early December." Trey added as he flattened out the brochure with his large hands. With the same doubt in her face, Blythe listened carefully to what Trey was saying. He was right, this could be something small to be turned into something massive for Blythe, but what if it didn't? She'd had to leave the studio to work on something where thousands of others would compete, making her chances from one to a thousand.

"I'll think about it." Blythe finally settled on as she gave a lopsided smile to Trey. Trey gave a toothy grin and patted the brochure in Blythe's hands before ruffling her hair and walking out of the studio.

"See ya' Binks!" Another one of her dancers called out to her as he left the room, leaving Blythe the only one there.

*

Hearing the safe lock of the door close, Blythe made her way down the deserted hallway and down the concrete stairs. Placing a hand on the door, she pushed it open with all her strength to be only pushed off her balance by the wind. As the wind picked up her feet and sent her flying against the door stand, Blythe slid down the metal frame in pain as she could feel a tight bruise coming on. Still holding the door open, she limped upright and slammed the door behind her, adjusting her duffle bag situated on her shoulder.

Not even walking a few steps had she noticed a familiar figure standing a yard in front of her, their back facing Blythe. Blythe scrunched her eyes in confusion as she neared the figure, making her footsteps louder as she purposely wanted the figure to turn around. Luckily, they did, just as another strong gust of wind came and knocked Blythe right off her feet.

Landing on the gravel with a strong hit, she fell right on her bruised on, which made her groan loudly in pain. The figure came running towards her, and as she looked up she noticed it was none other than Zayn Malik.

"Zayn?" She questioned as he helped her up, brushing off dirt and pebbles sticking on her sweater. He hushed her strongly and propped his hood up tighter to his head, which slightly tilted the dark sunglasses he was wearing.

"Yes, now shut it! I don't want anyone to know it's me." Zayn hissed as he stuck his hands in his pockets. Blythe snorted softly and tapped gently on his sunglasses, which Zayn swatted her hand away and adjusted them himself.

"I don't want anyone to notice me." He repeated once more through gritted teeth. Blythe shrugged and moved her bag from one shoulder to another. Zayn scoffed loudly as he snatched her bag and slung it over his shoulder. Spinning around on his foot, he started to walk down the street, leaving a confused Blythe running up to catch him.

As they walked in silence together for the first few minutes, Blythe cleared her throat, as Zayn took it as his cue to talk.

"How did you know it was me?" Zayn asked, keeping his head facing the ground. Blythe shrugged and flipped her hair mockingly, wanting to annoy Zayn greatly.

"I didn't," Blythe answered truthfully. "It was when I fell you turned around. I didn't know it was you, but I know that it was someone familiar. May have been those pants." Blythe added, mentioning the same sweats she's seen him only a few short days ago. Zayn glanced down at his comfortable grey sweatpants and scowled.

"Well, you're wearing the same sweater." He retorted weakly, objecting to her blue TNA sweater she was proudly wearing. Blythe's jaw dropped and her hand smacked her heart as she wobbled around dangerously, obviously making a fool of herself for pure mockery.

"Oh woe is me!" She said in a posh English accent, accepting a few stares from others around her. The corner of Zayn's lips tugged upwards slightly, but he immediately forced it down as he didn't want her to see.

"This sweater is comfortable and I like it." Blythe finished, looking up at Zayn as he stared back at her with cold eyes. They continued to glare at eachother until Blythe broke out into laughter, creating a full smile on Zayn's lips.

"Why'd you come and get me?" Blythe asked, completely curious as to why he suddenly showed up and started to walk her home, or wherever he planned on taking her.

"Harry told me to, you said that you'd be meeting him today after your little, dance showcase thing." Zayn explained with yet no emotion in his voice. Blythe rolled her eyes at his pompous attitude, and him thinking that he was ultimately better than anyone else.

"First, I never agreed on coming over, but of course I don't mind, since Harry's a sweetheart. And second, it's not a 'showcase thing', it's my job. I teach a dance class." Blythe corrected him as they turned a sharp corner, merely dodging others who were too busy to move themselves.

"Alright fine whatever." Zayn breathed out, wanting to drop the subject. Blowing out air from her mouth, Blythe scratched her nose wearily, wanting to near Harry's and Louis's house before anything else would strike up.

"What do you have in this bag anyways?" Zayn asked once more, which leaves a tired Blythe confused as to why he asks so much questions.

"Why do you ask so much questions?" She asked back, totally ignoring his question. Zayn looked taken aback as Blythe noticed his thick eyebrows shoot up into his forehead.

"I'm a curious kid." He answered short. Blythe shook her head and absentmindedly played with a stray strand of hair, twirling it about in her fingers.

"And rude," Blythe mumbled under her breath, adding on to his answer as she had her own opinions about him. Zayn's head suddenly darted her way, as he tried his hardest to bore his eyes through the thick sunglasses and into her skull.

"What did you say?" He asked coldly, glancing every so often at the sidewalk in front of them. Blythe snorted and ruffled up her hair, pointing her chin higher as she felt more superior to Zayn.

"You're rude." She answered back at him, using the same defense to him as he done to her. Short and sweet, that's what they did best. Zayn scoffed loudly, and scowled at her deeply, wanting nothing more than to her to disappear from the world.

"How am I rude?" Zayn asked even louder, as at this point you could call it a shout. Blythe seemed to have no affect on this as his actions didn't seem to matter to her at all. He was just another silly boy, naive little boy.

"I know you didn't come to my flat and give me back my sweater. You wouldn't do that. One of the boys made you." Blythe explained as it were no big deal, yet those words stung Zayn sharply. She kicked a small pebble in her way as she waited for Zayn to talk. Zayn's mouth became dry all of a sudden, unable to speak. Clearing his throat, the moisture began to crawl back around his mouth, as well as his anger started to bubble.

"And what makes you think that?" Zayn spat, not having a care in the world if he was being rude to her or not.

"Because," Blythe shrugged, looking up at him. She waited until he was looking at her as well, wanting to get the message across loud and clear. "I'm not a daft bimbo Zayn, so you can stop thinking that." She continued, looking cold and hard at Zayn. For some reason, this triggered something in Zayn to smile. In all times possible, he could smile now? Feeling embarrassed, he faced the ground, yet that stupid smile was still on his face.

"I know you're not stupid Blythe." Zayn blubbered out, as he wasn't even aware that he was speaking. Blythe nodded her head in approvement, making Zayn happy as she didn't smirk, or even smile. Another gust of wind blew from behind them, making Blythe's hair fly around in all directions. Zayn wanted nothing more than to move all the hair away from her face and run his fingers through it. "Did I seriously just think that?" Zayn thought, giving himself a weirded look. He shook his head to get the thought away, yet the burning image of a smiling Blythe bore straight into his mind.


"Harry!" Blythe suddenly screamed which made Zayn slightly jump. He hadn't even noticed that they were on Harry's street, or even in front of his home. Blythe ran towards Harry as he stood in the front, his arms open wide for Blythe. Blythe hopped the concrete steps and thrusted herself into Harry as he wrapped his long arms around her lovingly. Something in Zayn's gut started to burn with passion, but with Zayn's face being all numb from the wind, he followed Blythe and Harry into the house, where the smell of pasta over-took him quickly.