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.*

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15. Chapter 15

I went downstairs and checked my phone.

Meet me at the bus stop. I went out to get some fresh air. It was pretty funky up in there ;) -Zayn

I put my phone in my pocket and slipped my sneakers on. I locked the door and walked to the bus stop. Sure enough, I saw Zayn leaning against the pole, cigarette in mouth.

"I didn't know you smoke?" I asked, a little aggravated he hadn't told me. I know smoking isn't good for you, but something about him smoking turned me on.

"Oh yeah. I smoke."  He said, taking his last puff and tossing it on the ground. I shook my head and stood next to him. "So, how do you feel?" He asked, cocking his head.

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled. 

"I mean, we just had sex. How do you feel?" He asked again, laughing a little.

The feeling was hard to describe. I feel like I turned my back on everyone I knew, which wasn't many. Zayn had just taken my virginity from me, something I can never take back. If he was telling the truth, I had just taken his. Wouldn't that make us both thieves? I felt so alive, yet so guilty. Happy, yet frightened. "Good." I answered, hugging him, pushing my thoughts aside. "How do you feel?" I asked with a smirk.

"Amazing." He answered, kissing me softly. The bus pulled up to the stop and the doors slowly opened. Zayn gave the driver the fee and we both stepped on. The driver looked me up and down, stopping at my butt. "Eyes to yourself." Zayn said through gritted teeth. The driver quickly looked up again, acting as if nothing had ever happened. We took a seat in the back. I took the window seat and he took the aisle.

I coughed. "You smell like smoke." I complained. 

"I know, I'm trying to stop." He looked down at the gum-covered ground. He looked back up and kissed me softly. His breath smelled dirty and horrible, I backed away and coughed.

"Ugh! Please stop." I said, warning him. "I can't deal with smokers." I said quietly. "I never had good experiences with them."

"What do you mean?" He asked interested. 

"I've been burned," I pulled up my sleeve, showing him burn marks. I forgot about my scars. He threw his hands over his mouth as a gasp escaped his lips. I quickly pulled my sleeve back down as the color disappeared from my face.

"What.. was that?" He asked shocked.

"It.. it was.. nothing." I said, too embarrassed to speak. The rest of the ride was an awkward silence between us. We didn't get out at Ray's Restaurant, where Zayn had originally planned on taking me. Instead, the only words he spoke were to the bus driver, telling him to take us back to his house. I was scared for what was to come. How would he take it, knowing that I cut? When we were in bed together, it was dark, so he hadn't noticed. Plus, it's been about a week since I last cut, so I kind of forgot. But now it was back in my mind, and I can't stop thinking about it. I had almost broken my habit, but know that he moved to the front of the bus once everyone got out, I stayed in the back and pulled out my blade from my purse. My heart was aching again, and the only way to solve that, is more pain.

Zayn's POV

I can't believe she cuts and didn't tell me. I still love her with all my heart, but I couldn't be next to her. I was going to snap, and I was scared I would have hurt her. I don't want to look back, I have a fear she might be crying. When she cries, Ii want to cry. We have each other's backs, and what hurts me the most, is that she didn't tell me. How did I not notice before? I hate myself today. I feel like such a jerk for not taking action before. She wants me to stop smoking, I want her to stop cutting. How do we explain to each other that we hate something about each other? How do I tell her how much she means to me, but I have to tell her to quit a bad habit? I guess she has the same question for me...

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