The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch ; Chapter 33.

33.

Blythe dipped the tea bag into the steaming mug of hot water. She was eyeing Zayn, who was preciously sleeping on the couch. Of course she hadn't forgotten about the events that took place early that morning. As Zayn tossed and turned on the couch, his body flipped over on the floor. A hand flew up to Blythe's mouth, but that didn't hide the loud laughs escaping her mouth. Zayn obviously awakened with a start.

"What the devil?" Zayn mumbled as he got up from the floor. Massaging his arm affectionately. he eyed Blythe with narrowed and dusted eyes. Blythe placed a hand on her hip and brought the cup up to her lips.

"Mooorning." She greeted, taking a long sip of tea. Zayn blinked very slowly, scratching his head as if wondering where he was. But secretly, he remembered everything. He remembered the exact events from last night, especially the event that took place in the kitchen. Yet, not wanting to have anything special going on between him and Blythe, Zayn decided to act innocent and blame it on the alcohol. This way, it would avoid awkward situations.

Zayn walked over to the kitchen and placed the kettle on the stove top. Leaning cooly against the counter, he crossed his arms and stared at the tiled floor.

"You got really knackered last night." Blythe stated, placing her mug on the granite counter. Zayn quickly glanced up at her, and made short eye contact. Feeling uncertain, he subtly swallowed a pool of nervous saliva and shrugged at her.

"I don't remember anything." Zayn retorted,his voice slightly altering. Blythe lightly snorted, drumming her long nails against the sharp counter. The deafening silence made Zayn want to kill himself. Something was telling Blythe that Zayn was fibbing greatly.

"Oh really?" She testified, crossing her arms and looking at Zayn with cat-eyes. Zayn sighed, shaking his head.

"It was a mad night I tell you," Blythe started, chugging down the rest of her tea with ease. Zayn silently groaned, knowing she were about to tell him everything that he knew of last night.

"Get this. You, Zayn Malik, tried to kiss me! How absurd!" Blythe cried out in great sarcasm. Zayn pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Forgetting that he was talking with his innocent personality, his arms flew down to his sides. Slowly opening his eyes, he furrowed his eyebrows in curiousity.

"Did we actually kiss?" He asked in a low-tone. After only a few minutes, Blythe was defeated. Of course with a question like that, he perhaps was telling the truth on how he didn't know anything. At least, that's what Blythe was thinking.

"No. I pushed you away." Blythe replied in a normal tone. Zayn faked a sigh of relief. But then, reality struck him. He still hadn't figured out why Blythe pushed him away that morning. Not that he was cocky, but wouldn't anyone liked to have kissed him?

"Why did you push me away?" Zayn asked, nudging the kettle off the stove. Blythe sucked air in through her teeth, which made a low whistling noise. She hadn't thought her words over, as of this point she had to tell Zayn about Boyce.

"Because I have a boyfriend." Blythe inaudibly mumbled. Zayn was now having his turn of power and superiority which Blythe once had in this conversation.

"Hm?" Zayn said, jutting his head forward in order to hear her more clearly. He was hiding a tight smirk under his tired expression.

"Because I have a boyfriend!" Blythe exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Zayn was completely taken aback. The suddenly, a boiling rage entered his stomach.

"What?" He hissed, not thinking he heard Blythe clearly. He didn't want to believe she had a boyfriend, and even if she seriously did he would have never made a move on her. Hopefully, this was a sick joke she was playing. But the exasperation in her eyes told Zayn she wasn't.

As Blythe waited for Zayn to speak, Zayn was going through the trouble of emotions. Mostly anger and hurt was replaying through his stomach. "You could of bloody told me you had a boyfriend." Zayn sneered through gritted teeth. By the way Zayn was talking to her, Blythe began to get furious and fiesty.

"Do I need to tell you everything that happens in my life?" Blythe spat, slamming her bare hand down on the counter. Zayn scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes.

"No, but maybe if you told me you had a boyfriend, none of this would fucking happen!" Zayn shouted loudly, stomping over to the living room where his varsity jacket was laying.

"What do you mean none of this? You didn't even know what exactly happened last night!" Blythe shouted back, only stating what she knew. Zayn spun around to face her, seeing that her face was inflamed with anger.

"I remember everything." Zayn hissed, slamming the door behind him. Blythe could still hear his heavy footsteps stomping down the hall.

She ran to the front entrance and opened the door with such force, it created a small dent in the wall. "You ungrateful twat!" She screamed after him. Zayn looked back, to only see Blythe's hand sticking out of the doorway. He squinted harder, to see her thin middle finger proudly pointed up. Zayn's muscles tensed up quickly, ignoring the surging pain lightening in his forearms and legs.

As he was safely out of the building, he clenched his fists tightly and bit down on his lip hard. Shuffling to the nearest brick wall, he punched it as hard as he could. Blood smeared everywhere, on the wall and his hands. Ignoring all the worried and odd looks from the strangers on the streets, he called for a cab which took him directly to Liam's.

*

"Liam!" Zayn screamed as loud as he could. The thought of knocking on the door escaped his mind, as he only opened the door and slammed it hard behind him. Zayn could hear quick and loud footsteps above him, then down the stairs as he saw a scared expression Liam making his way to Zayn.

"Oh god Zayn, what happened?" Liam asked in a rasping tone. Zayn, too bone-headed to answer, stayed silent. He held up his bloody hand, in which Liam's expression was at loss. Leading him to his kitchen, Liam gently washed the blood of Zayn's hand, and wrapped his knuckles in bandages.

"Sorry, don't have any gauze wrap." Liam apologized unnecessarily. Zayn still hadn't shown signs of expression, other than furious rage and anger.

"So, what exactly happ-"

"-Blythe happened!" Zayn rudely cut off Liam. Liam didn't mind, as he knew how horrible Zayn could get when Blythe was the main topic.

"She got herself a bloody boyfriend." Zayn murmured, lightly rubbing his index finger over his bandaged knuckle. Liam gave Zayn a stern look of annoyance.

"Since you're already angry enough as it is, this'll probably have no effect on you," Liam sighed as he began his lecture.

"Basically, while you're ignoring her, another lad is giving her attention. While you're giving her problems, another lad is listening. While you're making her angry, another lad is trying to make her smile," Liam explained, his face hardening. But as his lecture trailed off, Zayn looked at him with hurt eyes. As much as it pained for Liam to say this, he continued on.

"And while you're figuring out if you love her, another lad beat you to it." Liam finished, clapping Zayn's back for sympathy. Zayn gulped, not realizing how serious the whole situation was. Everything that Liam explained was true, on how Zayn was causing her trouble, so Blythe found someone else. Zayn had never felt more stupid or embarrassed until now. He had his fair share in the X-Factor series, but nothing as important as Blythe. Now, Zayn figured that he did have hidden feelings for her. It was that he loved her, but there was definitely something, waiting to be letten out. Zayn just hadn't known how.

"I-I'm gunna' go now." Zayn said hoarsely, wanting nothing better than to lie down. Liam nodded and walked up to the door, giving him another clap on the back.

"Good luck mate." Liam bid as Zayn nodded his head. Calling for a taxi, Zayn's brain felt like mush.