The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 18.

18.

"I, am the champion, my friend!" Blythe sang proudly. She slightly changed the words to Queens' 'We Are The Champions' to fit to her own liking. Just a few minutes ago, Blythe rolled the bowling ball down the lane. With held breath, the bowling ball knocked down all the pins, giving her a strike. Although it was her only strike in the game, Blythe felt very proud of herself.

"You may be happy now, but just so you know, you aren't winning." Zayn stated with a smirk. The smile on Blythe's face wiped off clean. She puffed her cheeks and withdrew air out from her mouth.

"Don't bring my mood down Malik. You don't want me to become a monster!" Blythe teased, giving Zayn one of her dashing smiles. Zayn had never noticed this before, but deep dimples appeared on the sides of her cheeks. In fact, the lighting from the glow-in-the-dark arena made her whole face glow. Especially her dimples. Her cute little dimples. Zayn realized what he just thought and shook his head.

"Hell no. Don't think of her like that, stop." Zayn beat himself up mentally. Blythe spun around on her foot and trotted over to where Niall was. He was in the lane Blythe was in, his fingers pushed into the bowling ball. So far, Liam was winning in their streak. In Team A, played Blythe, Zayn, Niall, and Liam. While in Team B, Louis, Harry, and Eleanor were playing. Blythe hadn't kept up with Team B's score, keeping in mind that she barely kept her own score.

As Niall's muscular arm flew up, her ran part-way down the lane and flung the ball. The heavy ball dropped down from gravity, and started rolling away. Niall's fist immediately went to his mouth as he started to chew furiously on his nails. On and on the ball went, running quickly down the lane. Right as the ball came in contact with the first white pin, it was like a domino effect. One by one the pins came crashing down. As the last pin fell, a loud bell was overhead.

"And there you have it lads! Niall Horan, King of bowling!" Blythe cheered in her best Irish accent. Niall turned his upper body and grinned at Blythe, his hand a little away from his mouth. As Blythe clapped, Niall shrugged and turned fully around.

"Maybe I'll make it to the Olympics!" Niall laughed, sticked his hands in his sweat pant pockets. Blythe's dimples started to act again as she smiled even more happier.

"Yes Niall, if the Olympics had bowling, you'd definitely be in it!" She continued. Another buzzer sounded off, vibrating the floors of the arena. The lights overhead began to flash as loud arcade music began to play.

"Winner! Winner!" A robotic voice called out. Overhead, the scoreboards went black as the word 'Winner!' began to flash brightly in green letters. Then, it quickly changed to the scoreboard for both teams. In Team A, Zayn won with a total of 106 points. In Team B, Liam won with a total of 178 points. Coming in last for Team A, was of course, Blythe.

"Aw! Poor little Blythe-a-Boo lost?" Harry's baby voice flew into Blythe's left ear. A strong arm snaked around her neck, her head being crushed into Harry's side. Blythe hated it when Harry (or anyone) used a baby voice on her. It was annoying to Blythe, and she bet that it was annoying for others too.

"Sod off, Harry!" Blythe shouted, pushing Harry away from her. Yet, with Harry's arm tightly around her neck, he held onto her even more tightly than before. With a swift motion, he wrapped his other arm around her and gave her a bone-crushing head. Blythe's little head was smashed into Harry's chest, making all the blood rush from her brain.

"No! Stop! Harry!" Blythe moaned, but only came out a muffle. She tried kicking and pushing Harry, but his grip only got tighter. Until, Harry let go and Blythe fell back onto the floor loudly. Harry's obnoxious laugh echoed against the arena, grabbing the group's attention.