The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch ; Chapter 30.

30.

Zayn fled to his dressing room right after his performance. Normally, him and the lads would crash together in a room, eating sweets and playing video games. But oddly, Zayn wasn't up for it. He thought he'd been sick with the bug, as all he did was lie on his couch and watch the telly. That hobby had been going on for a few days now, especially after the large row him and Blythe had. Once or twice the feeling of guilt came to him, but then a bubbling rage in his stomach soon overpowered. Perhaps it wasn't the flu running in his stomach. Perhaps it was something more.

Zayn dropped his hands as he head fell flat on the large, salon vanity. He groaned in annoyance and pain. His thoughts became overwhelmed of Blythe. Images of her came flashing in his mind, as well as her stupid voice. Screaming, then sweet. Happy, then angry. It was all a pattern for him. Zayn groaned again, even more loudly than the last. Just outside his door, he could hear muffled footsteps and the sound of his mates talking.

"My throat is dying for some water-"

"Same here."

"H2O would be lovely please,"

He heard some of his bandmates say. Zayn sighed and got up from his position. He then heard the familiar, muffled voice of Louis.

"I'll come down in a sec- I need to go do something.". Zayn heard Louis say. He then heard the creak of his door opening, of which Zayn knew it was Louis.

"You fucking bastard." Louis said, in a humorous voice. Zayn turned his head to face Louis, who was leaning cooly against the door. A sly grin was plastered on his friend's face.

"What?" Zayn asked innocently. But honestly, he had no idea of what Louis was speaking about.

"You know, how in that Disney movie 'Monster's Inc.', the monsters all need screams to keep their little business going?" Louis continued, making his way over to the couch opposite from Zayn. Zayn's thick eyebrows furrowed deeply together. He had seen the movie once, about seven years ago. Louis took Zayn's confusion as a yes.

"It's kinda' like you and Blythe." Louis finished. Zayn moaned in great agony and sheltered his face in his hands. He tilted his head back, and continued to groan. Or more in like this case, continued to growl. As he parted his hands from his face, he saw Louis laughing at him on the couch.
'I'm serious! You just need to piss of Blythe to keep your day going." Louis stated. Zayn rolled her eyes and gave him the subtle 'middle finger'. Louis stuck his tongue out at Zayn and threw a pillow at his head. Merely dodging the lame weapon, Zayn spun around in his chair and immediately fixed his hair in the mirror. He saw Louis standing up from the couch, and walking towards him. Glancing in the mirror at Louis, who was now right beside him, Zayn swivelled his chair until he was politely facing him.

"What's up?" Louis asked, folding his arms and puffing his chest. Zayn looked up at his friend, completely dumbfounded. Louis cocked an eyebrow up and waited for Zayn's answer.

"What?" Zayn finally answered. Louis scoffed and rolled his eyes rudely. Zayn took this to offence. Louis then dropped down and grabbed the armrests of Zayn's chair. He was at least a foot away from Zayn's face. Zayn's eyes widened, startled of the approach.

"What's, up?" Louis repeated his question. Yet this time, he used a tone so deep and throaty, that Zayn had a tough time comprehending. Zayn realized that he was somewhat scared of this side of Louis. He wasn't sure of what to answer. He looked at Louis, and Louis jutted forward.

"OK, OK!" Zayn shouted, pushing Louis away and jumping up from the chair. Louis gave a satisfied smirk and a bark-like laugh. He then placed his hands on his hips and waited for Zayn's cries.

"I just got into a small fight with Blythe!" Zayn blurted out. "It's not that big of a deal..." He mumbled after. Louis heaved a deep breath of victory and sat down on Zayn's salon chair.

"I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" Louis screamed, slouching further into the chair and connecting his fingers. The pose made him look like to have larger authority and superiority.

"How'd you know?" Zayn asked, curious of what Louis's answer was to be.

"You were flat on your 'massive' performance of 'Tell Me A Lie'." Louis answered truthfully. This made Zayn's jaw drop. Now, it was serious. Zayn took everything to offence, but mostly when it came to his singing.

"The fuck' you just say?" Zayn shouted, standing up wimbly from the couch. Louis began to laugh, which made Zayn even angrier.

"Oh, calm down pretty boy!" Louis teased, standing up and heading for the door. Zayn snarled and tightened the grip on his fists. It was better to fight against himself then to fight against Louis.

"Go say sorry." Louis suggested, more to say forced. Slowly turning the handle, the door opened with a creak as Louis took a step outside. He then paused, and turned back to face Zayn.

"I don't know what happened, but be the better person. Girls like that." Louis continued with a wink. Alas, he closed the door quietly, and the soft patter of footsteps were heard down the hall.

Zayn fell down onto the couch defeated. He knew Louis was right, but he didn't want to admit it. Honestly, Zayn hated saying sorry. He hated to know that he was wrong, in this case, he didn't even think he was wrong. But there was no way Blythe would be the one saying sorry first. Zayn sighed and wiped his eye viciously with his index finger. Was Louis right about saying that girls like that? And why would he be saying that in the first place? Zayn didn't like Blythe. Blythe didn't like Zayn. Even liking as more than friends, that was out of the question. Yet, Zayn couldn't get enough of Blythe. The way that she fights back with aggression, Zayn had to admit that it was sexy. He had never, ever, met a girl like Blythe. It was as if Blythe was a new toy. You'd play with that new toy until it was worn out, and you'd love that toy forever. Except, this toy had feelings, and you had feelings, which made everything more complicated.

After fifteen minutes of thinking and staring into space, Zayn eventually fell asleep. From the fatigue of performing a concert, and the dealt with Louis, all made Zayn pass out on the couch. Some time later, he was woken up by the familiar sound of potato crisps being chewed in Niall's mouth.