You Stole My Heart

No one understands Cassidy Holt, not even her parents. Well, considering they're dead. Her only friend is a boy by the name of Zayn. He is going through the exact same things as Cassidy. They begin to have feelings for each other, until it becomes too much to handle. Will Zayn and Cassidy reunite their friendship and start it all over again?

*Chapters 1-12 are switching POVs, the rest are Cassidy unless it says differently.*


7. Cassidy's POV 4

I fell asleep on Zayn's broad and welcoming shoulder. My head fit perfectly in the cradle between his neck and shoulder. I dreampt about Zayn.

We were in a field, the sun was shining down and beating on my shoulders, his biceps bulged from leaning on his hands. One arm was draped around my shoulder, and my hair flew back in the wind. We made a beautiful couple, I can't doubt that. He said something I couldn't understand, but I guess in my dream  I heard it, because I laughed playfully. He smiled then stared into my eyes. His brown eyes shown amazingly in the mid-day sunlight. His smile never faded as he leaned in to kiss me. Out of nowhere, my best friend Marley from back home sprinted through the forest and interrupted us. "Sorry, just passing through!" She yelled as she ran. She had a 6 digit number on her chest. Zayn and I looked at each other confused. About 15 seconds later, about 100 other people ran by, all with numbers  on their chests as well. I stood up and my dress flowed behind me. A runner came from behind and trampled over me. I woke up to falling off the couch.

"Ouch! Oh, my head.." I said, dizzy from the fall. Zayn ran downstairs to see what had happened. 

"Oh my god, are you alright?" He asked laughing while helping me up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said with a smile. I brushed myself off. "Where did you go?"

"Umm," He hesitated. "I just had to run to the corner store real fast.. to grab some milk." He said.

"'Oh, alright then." I said and walked up next to him. My hair was a mess, and I smelled pretty horrid. "What day is it?" I asked confused. 

"It's Saturday, Cass." He said and laughed. "I don't want to scare you, but you were passed out for almost 2 days. I was going to lift you up and take you to the hospital if you didn't wake up soon. Did he really hit you that hard?" 

"I've never been hit that hard in my life." I said rubbing my cheek. It was still a little sore. "I guess he hit something that shouldn't have been messed with." Zayn sniffed the air.

"No mean to be rude or anything, but would you like to take a shower?" He asked with a funny smirk. "I'll lend you a sweatshirt and I can wash those jeans for you." He said with his arm out.

"A shower would be nice, thanks." I said with a laugh. "And I'm not taking my jeans off right here if that's what you're asking me to do!" I looked at him with a straight face. He pulled his arm back in and stuffed both hands in his pockets. 

"What? I wasn't asking you to do that.." He said sarcastically.

"Whatever." I said jokingly. "Mind showing me the bathroom?" He nodded his head, grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. 

"Welcome, to the Master Bathroom!" He said like some sort of game-show host. 

I stepped inside and slid my shoes off. I closed the door and slid off my jeans. I opened the door and tiny bit and stuck my arm through. "Here, Zayn!" I called for him to take my pants. No answer. "Zayn!" I yelled again. "This isn't funny. I have no pants on, come take them!" I looked around through the crack in the door. I decided to just drop them near the wall and start my shower. When I was done and dried off, I checked the floor near the wall for my jeans. Just as he said, they were clean and folded neatly, with a dark blue hoodie placed on top. I stepped out of the bathroom in my towel and grabbed the clothes. 

"Nice shower?" He asked, leaning against the bedroom doorway. I jumped and my towel almost came loose. 

"Don't scare me like that, you jerk!" I said and bent over to get my clothes. He just smiled and started to go downstairs. "Wait!" I yelled. He turned around. "Where were you when I called you before my shower?"

"It's a secret." He said as put his finger over his lips and made a 'shh' sound. I looked at him confused and he just turned around and continued downstairs. I shook my head playfully and went into the bathroom to get dressed. His sweater was huge on me, but it was really comfortable. My jeans smelled good, and the sweater smelled like Zayn. (Which smells amazing, anyway. So, I'm not complaining.) I brushed my hair and threw it up in a messy bun with the hair tie I had from the day Mike hit me. I went downstairs to Zayn cooking something in the kitchen.

"You're just filled with surprises aren't you?" I asked playfully. 

He turned around from the skillet and looked me up and down. "That sweater fits you nice." He said with a smile, changing the subject. He looked back down at the skillet. I walked over to him. 

"What  are you cooking?" I asked curious. "It smells really good."

"Food." He answered and laughed. "I have a surprise for you later, or tomorrow, or whenever they get here, and I think you'll really like it. It was kind of a last second thing, but she was happy to do it." 

"Who was?" I asked, wanting to know more.

"Someone," He said quickly. "Someone special from back home." He focused on the food again. 

I thought about who it could be. My family was dead, besides Ian. But he was never home anyway. He left me with this thought for a few minutes as he went to the basement door. He knocked on it. Let's just say I've never been happier.

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