The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch; Chapter 26.

26.

Blythe rubbed the top of the dog's head affectionately. A few, stray black hairs fell out of place, but Blythe was too busy to notice. Her eyes were idly glued to the computer screen, waiting for a difference. Below her, great hustling was happening as her family began to get ready for tonight's Christmas Eve dinner. It was only three in the afternoon, and the first family had arrived. It was Blythe's cousins, or Blythe's mother's sister's family. Basically, it was Blythe's adoptive aunt. Her aunt had a beautiful (and small) family. It consisted of her aunt, her uncle, their fifteen-old-son Malcolm, and the cutest child Blythe had ever laid eyes on (other than Marco and Marcel), their six-year-old-daughter Ayana.

Their friendship bond was tighter than super-glue. Despite the thirteen-year age difference, they did everything together. From pedicures to playing with dolls, Blythe would always be a perfect playing buddy for Ayana. For that was like with all the family members. Seven children in the Thorne family was as good as it gets. Except for the sibling rivalry from time to time.

Downstairs she could hear the loud shouting of her crazy family. So, in order to be heard more clearly, Blythe got up and slowly shut the door. She then ran back to the desk and sat on the chair, her eyes glued to the screen. Blythe snatched her phone from the desk and unlocked it, checking her messages.

"I'll be on in ten minutes." The message read. The message was sent only three minutes ago, meaning that Blythe had seven minutes to wait. She sighed and placed the phone back on the desk.

"I'm kinda' nervous." Blythe started, as she began talking to the large dog. Dexter (the German Shepherd) looked up at her with his droopy eyes and blinked. He then began to groan as she forgot to stroke him. Her hand fell on his hand as she started to rub his furry back.

"I mean, I know it's not nothing, just a Skype session." Blythe continued, talking to the dog. Dexter looked up and rolled his eyes, as if silently telling her to shut-up. "But-Hey! Don't give me that look! Can't blame me, it's just what a normal girl thinks." Blythe teased.

Suddenly, a loud ringing began blaring out of the speakers of the computer. It awakened Blythe with a jump. Her attention turned to the computer, where the Skype program was asking for a call from none other, than Zayn Malik. Earlier in the week, she skyped with Harry, Niall, Louis, and Eleanor, as they were the only ones that were available at the time. Quickly pressing the accept button, Zayn's pixelated face popped up on Blythe's screen.

"Hey!" Zayn called out, smiling and waving. From his propped necked, she could see that he was laying down on what seemed to be his bed. Blythe waved and smiled back. A low growl came from Dexter, so Blythe dropped her hand and began petting him once more.

"What's that growling noise?" Zayn asked, his thick eyebrows furrowing together. Blythe looked down at the dog, then back at the screen.

"It's Dexter, my German Shepherd. Up boy!" Blythe replied, patting her legs and motioning for the dog to jump. The large dog hesitantly jump up onto Blythe's thin legs. His large paws gripped the sides of the chair for support, as Blythe only took up half of the massive office chair.

Zayn gave a high-pitched whistle on the other end, which sounded through the speakers. Dexter's ears perked up instantly. He then gave a series of short barks, in which Zayn laughed. Blythe started to stroke him again to calm the large dog down. She then gently pushed him off, as his sharp nails began to dig into her thighs.

A quick fifteen minutes passed of non-stop talking (and perhaps some slight bickering) of the duo. It was constant story after story, and telling more about eachother than they would in person. Blythe found out that Zayn is afraid of the dark, loves Harry Potter (as does she) and likes the colour blue. Zayn found out from Blythe, that she doesn't like thunderstorms, can do a backflip, and that her shoe size is a seven.