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.*


16. Chapter 16

Cassidy's POV

The razor slowly collided with my wrist and I suddenly remembered why this was my worst addiction. The pain was almost enjoyable, and I had a craving for more. The sight of my own blood pleasured me, but I couldn't let this happen. This couldn't be the way I let my feelings out. Not in front of security cameras and Zayn and the bus driver. I quickly pulled out a tissue from my bag and wiped the blade clean. I slipped the blade back into one of the pockets in my bag and wiped my wrist. I pulled my sweater sleeve down and held my arm tight to stop the bleeding. The dark color of the sweater kept the blood from showing through.

When we got to Zayn's house, he stormed off the bus. "Thanks." He mumbled angrily. I slowly stood up and grabbed my bag, my hand still tightly wrapped around my other wrist. 

"Thanks." I said, trying to smile as I made my way off the bus. I could feel the bus driver's eyes staring at me, but I didn't want to turn around. 

"No problem. Anything for a lovely lady like you." He had a strong southern accent. I turned back and forced a smile. I turned around again heading for Zayn's apartment. I walked in to find him storming up the stairs. I followed after him. 

"Zayn!" I called. "Zayn, I'm sorry!" I said raising my voice, forcing the tears not to fall.  I didn't want to cry again. I walked into his room and found him sitting on his big bed. This bed seemed to be our favorite place to rekindle things together again. 

I sat next to him. "I'm sorry." I whispered this time. "I don't know what I have to do to prove it to you, but I'm sorry." I said shaking my head. He put one elbow on his shoulder and placed his head in his palm. 

"Give me your arm." He said, motioning with his other arm. He sighed. I outstretched my arm and he pulled up my sleeve. He turned my arm so the cuts were facing towards the ceiling. He kissed each and every one of them. I sat motionless as he kissed my arm, and all the harm I've done to myself. He really did care. A smile slowly spread across my lips and my eyes sparkled with happiness. When he was done, he slowly pulled my sleeve back down and held my hand. "Please stop?" He asked sadly, with a sparkle in his eye. 

"I'll try my best." I said, kissing his hand intertwined with mine. He shook his head.

"That's what I said about smoking." He said, a tear escaping his eye."What if your best isn't good enough?" 

I had to think about this answer for a minute. "Well then, I'll try even harder." I said with a smile, as a tear slowly made it's way down my cheek. "Again, I'm really sorry, Zayn. I feel terrible that I didn't tell you." I said, in between sniffles. 

He was silent as his cheeks became shiny and wet from the tears. "It's fine." He said after a while, sniffling and still crying quietly. "At least you're still here." He whispered, squeezing my hand tighter. "I love you." He said, sitting up straight and placing our hands in between our laps. 

"I love you, too." I said quietly as I smiled. I leaned my head on his shoulder. After a while, we both got comfortable on the bed and snuggled close to each other under the covers. We didn't have sex that night. At this point, we knew we didn't need it to know we both loved each other. We had our good night kiss, and I fell asleep wrapped up in Zayn's welcoming arms.

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