The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 15.

15.

"When will it stop?" Blythe muttered. Looking out through the window, her gaze fell along the large droplets of water falling on the glass. Throughout the day, it was raining non-stop. Light drizzle, more spit, small droplets, the water gradually began to get bigger. No doubt there'll be a thunderstorm tonight, Blythe thought. She stared at the grey sky for a few more moments, noticing how it slowly began to fade to black. Soon, it'll be nightfall, and she'll be huddled on the floor per usual whenever any storm came. It was already seven in the evening and the rain started beating down harder onto the London city, drowning the streets in pools of water.

Blythe sighed. She turned her body away from the window and headed lazily towards the couch. Her legs dragged tiredly behind her as she had no energy to do anything. She felt disguising. Even when she was inside her own heated home, free from the rain, she felt annoyed. As nothing in that moment could cheer her up, she turned on the telly. Bright colours came to life on the screen, moving ever so slowly. It was either the television set, or Blythe's brain taking things in account. She suddenly began to feel drowsy, but her eyelids refused to shut. Her ears kept hearing the rough sound of the rain hitting the glass, which made her ever so awake.

Spongebob's maniac voice filled the void room. The voice drowned out the hard sound of the rain, which pleased Blythe. Glancing over at the clock hung up on the wall, it read to be about eight thirty. Meaning that she watched an hour of time-consuming cartoons, but Blythe didn't care. It wasn't that she hated late night cartoon shows, in fact she loved them. But it would be better if she had someone to keep her company, other than a yellow sponge, a pink starfish, and a blue octopus.

A loud, obnoxious knock came blaring through the hallway and into the large living room. Blythe shook her body as she was startled by the noise. The knocking continued, which raised her annoyance level higher.

"I'm coming!" She yelled out wispily. Throwing her legs over the couch, she dragged herself out from the living room and towards the front door. The knocking got louder and louder until she was finally settled at the door. Her teeth were grit against the surface of eachother to keep her from screaming. Not even noticing her hands clenched in fists, she gently unclenched them and wrapped her palm around the doorknob.

Pulling the door open as hard as she could, she accidentally made the door hit the wall from impact. But not wanting to seem like it was an accident, she kept her expression still. From the minute the door opened, she immediately recognized the white hightops that belonged to no one but Niall.

"The door, it-"

"What are you lot doing here?" Blythe interrupted Niall rudely. But it was almost nine at night, it was raining heavily, and Blythe was not in the mood to have these few boys as company, it was only right to have attitude. Looking around, she saw only Harry, Niall, and Louis, all in pajamas or sweats, decked with jumpers. It seemed as if they all crawled out of bed before arriving.

"We're bored!" Louis whined, stomping his foot as well. He reminded Blythe of a little boy. Blythe was unimpressed and crossed her arms, waiting for a better answer.

"We got Subway!" Harry chimed in, holding up a two bags of sandwiches. Blythe hadn't noticed it before, but now the smell was wafting its way through her nostrils. She gingerly snatched the bag from Harry and looked inside.

"Cold cut combo on regular bread. We put everything except banana peppers." Harry said while Blythe continued to peer. Closing up the bag she nodded her head at Harry and shrugged.

"I prefer Italian herbs and cheese, but this will do!" Blythe said with a smile. Even though these boys weren't exactly what she wanted at the moment, she couldn't resist to say no. She wanted company and this was what she got, which wasn't such a rubbish package.