The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch ; Chatper 21.

21.

"Come out pet, I want to see your dress." Eleanor instructed as she began to peck at her nails. She stood on the other side of Blythe's door, as Blythe was inside of her room tugging at her dress. It was a shimmering white dress that caught light whenever she turned. It hugged her body greatly, 'defining curves' as one might call it. It had one sleeve that connected to the dress, reaching her full arm length. The dress itself came down to her mid-thigh, in which she appreciated. Blythe wasn't one to like long dresses, as she never looked good in them. Blythe's height only limited her to a few dresses, in which case it would be short dresses.

Paired with black pumps and a black clutch, she twirled around in her newly bought dress. Not to seem selfish, but Blythe had to admit to herself that she looked somewhat good. It was definitely a change from her lazy 'sweats and vest' day, or her 'skinny jeans and cardigan' hours as well. Secretly, Blythe loved to dress up. Whether it was for a dance performance, or out clubbing, she loved the idea of getting hair done and getting dressed. Another rap was heard on the door, following by Eleanor's wails. Blythe longed to see Eleanor's dress, so she walked over and yanked the door open.

Both girls gasped dramatically at eachother the second the door swung open. Blythe quickly intook the stunning dress that Eleanor was wearing. It was solid black with two thick straps over her shoulders. Tightly fit, there were thick, jagged rips showing skin from below her chest to her stomach. The dress looked amazing on her, since she was tall and the rips went perfect with her complexion. She paired the dress with cheetah-print pumps, in which she bought the shoes and the dress that same day. Her makeup and hair were done at the salon as well as Blythe's. Eleanor's make-up was a neutral colored, dramatic look, and her long brown hair was lightly curled. Blythe's make-up was a lightly done, black smoky-eye, fit with her hair curled as well.

Both girls squealed with excitement at eachother and began firing compliments.

"Jesus Blythe, it was like that dress was made for you!"

"For God's sake El, you are the true definition of sexy."

"Beyonce better watch it or you'll steal all her spotlight."

"Bloody hell, you need to sign up to be a Victoria Secret model."

"Forget that! I'd rather see your gorgeous face on billboards than Kim Kardashian anyday!"

Both girls broke out into barbarous screams of laughter as they fell on the ground laughing. As they both collected themselves, they began to properly give eachother compliments, which pleased them both. Walking out into the hallway of Blythe's wealthy apartment building, they headed down to the lobby where a taxi was waiting outside.

Comfortably seating themselves in the backseat, the driver took sped off down the road quickly.

"We are probably the most stupidest people anyone has met." Eleanor stated in which Blythe laughed, also nodding in agreement.

"I know, like, look at me! I'm practically in tears!" Blythe wailed, pretending to wipe a tear off from her left eye. Eleanor giggled madly while Blythe joined in. The cab driver glanced up in his rear view mirror and sighed.

"But honestly, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight Eleanor. Louis will honestly be all over you." Blythe said, slapping Eleanor lightly on her bare tight. Eleanor gasped and smiled.

"I know! He's always like that, and I actually quite enjoy it." She replied, tossing her long curly hair back behind her shoulder. Once again, Blythe broke out into a chorus of giggles, in which Eleanor joined.

"Oh oh, and Zayn will definitely be held onto you. God, it's like he won't get enough of you!" Eleanor gasped in between laughed. Blythe dipped her head back and laughed. A few seconds later, the comment settled into her brain, in which her laughter died down. Zayn will be held onto you? Why Zayn?