The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch ; Chapter 29.

29.

Three days after the massive row Blythe had with Zayn, she hadn't heard from him since. No texts, no calls, no nothing. Even from the rest of the group it was silent notions. Blythe didn't mind. Actually, for the last three days, she didn't want to see anybody. Blythe was mad at anything, and anyone that crossed her path. Basically, Zayn created a living monster, which technically was already living from before.

It was easy for Blythe to start again lonely, but even her friend Darcy wouldn't allow it. Darcy hadn't known why Blythe was being all secretive, but being her good friend, Darcy wanted to (somewhat) help. Blythe even told her about the argument, meaning that she'd tell her about being adopted and the history of her parents. It wasn't hard for Blythe to tell her, as it only happened seven years ago. In fact, it was good to get it off her chest to someone she trusts.

"Wow." Darcy said, her eyes concentrated on the floor. Blythe puffed her cheeks and nodded subtly. "Yeah." Blythe replied, in a whispered voice.

"And he just looked through all your stuff?" Darcy asked for reassurance. Her large eyes were wild looking, as well as her bright red hair.

"Yup. What a arse, isn't he?" Blythe replied. Darcy gave a low whistled and nodded fervently.

"Honestly, if I were you I'd slap him right in the face. Or throw a chair at his head." Darcy suggested, clapping her hands together for emphasis. Blythe let out a bark-like laugh.

"Or drown him in a pool of acid, that'd be really nice too." Blythe said, crossing her legs upon the kitchen counter. Darcy laughed and strongly agreed with her.

"Why would you date someone famous? Obviously there's something wrong with them, there's always something wrong with them." Darcy explained, scolding Blythe on her slim choice of men.

"Darcy, how man times do I have to tell you? I'm not dating that ogre!" Blythe whined, slamming her palms down on the granite counter. Darcy groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Look, all I'm saying, is that you should give him up. He's rubbish! You tell me that you lot always argue, so what's the struggle?" Darcy gave her opinion. Not wanting to admit it, but Darcy was right. Blythe was sick of arguing with Zayn, but at the same time, she enjoyed it. His company kind of added to the liking, but just slightly. Not that she liked the constant screaming, but he was an all-round good bloke. Why couldn't Blythe just admit it?

"I gotta' go love, good luck!" Darcy said, giving Blythe a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Don't judge me on my social problems, you twat!" Blythe shouted as Darcy left the apartment. Blythe smiled and hopped off the counter, brushing away the discarded fluff-bunnies from her sweatpants.

*

For the next hour, all Blythe could think about was the argument. Throughout the painful sixty minutes, she kept on replaying the screams in her head. She was so sick of the idea that she even hid her adoption box in the back corner of her bathroom drawer. That way nobody would find it, or ever think to search there.

She knew that this was getting ridiculous. That Zayn was a total cunt, asshole, twat, Spawn of Satan bastard who didn't know his priorities. That seemed to sum everything up.

Blythe couldn't take none of it anymore. It was now eight in the evening. Technically, between breaks, she spent two hours or so contemplating on life. And those were the worst two hours of her life. Blythe felt like she was going insane.

So, she put on her best Nike Dunks and headed out. Down the street she jogged in the cold, January weather. The snow crunched beneath her feet, in which she loved. Only dressed in black sweatpants and a thin blue sweater, Blythe was freezing her arse off. But soon she arrived to the place she called home.