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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18. Chapter 18

"But I love you both!" I whined. He put his hand on my thigh. 

"But you love me more." He taunted me. I felt a surge of nervousness when he touched my leg. 

"I can't say I love you more than Marley." I said with a slight smile. "We basically grew up together. We went through a lot together." I put my hand on his leg.

He leaned in and kissed me again. I heard a voice in my head as we kissed.

I'm a real friend. It sounded like Marley.

I pulled away from the kiss, feeling guilty. I pulled my legs onto the couch and sat cross legged. "I'm sorry." I said, looking into my lap. 

"What's wrong, Cass?" He asked, pulling me into him in a gentle hug. 

"No, it's just... I can't stop thinking about Marley." I said quietly.

Zayn's POV

I never actually liked Marley. My feelings for her as a friend were lost when she gave me and Cass an attitude because we were having a good time. If she wants to act like that, I might as well let her. But not when it gets to Cassidy so bad that she can't even kiss me without thinking of Marley. 

"Cass." I said seriously. "Remember when Shaq died?" A lump formed in my throat whenever he came up in the subject. I swallowed hard as she nodded. "Do you remember what you told me?" She nodded again. "Exactly. You told me to, and I quote 'Is that scum really worth mourning over? He wasn't a real person, Zayn.' But in this case, she wasn't worth it, Cassidy." Her cheeks turned red and a tear started to fall. "Please don't cry again, Cass." I said, trying to calm her down. "Please?" I begged.

Cassidy's POV

His words stung. They made me feel like I was stabbed in the back. I can only imagine what he felt like when I said them to him. I tried my best to stop crying and stay calm. I tried changing the subject.

"Do you know why I cry so much, Zayn? Why I have such weird moods?" This question was hard for me to ask. I never told any one this secret before.

"No," He answered, obviously happy I stopped crying.

"I'm Bipolar." I answered back. "I have been ever since I was around 6 or 7." He didn't seemed surprised at all.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Cass."  He answered, rubbing my back. "I am too."

I smiled. "So, I'm not alone here?" I asked, sort of laughing. He shook his head slowly.

"Nope." He smiled. "We can be bipolar lovers." He said, and kissed my cheek. 

The rest of the day went on pretty normal, for once. I had a decent day. Starting it off with those rude messages sent by Marley then getting comforting by the one I love made the day a whole lot better. Around 4:30, Zayn came home from the corner store and told me some news.

"Cassidy!" He came in excited. "Do you want to go to dinner?" He said, handing me a brochure for Ray's. It seemed like a nice place, it was an old-style country diner.

"Sure." I said surprised. "When are we leaving?" 

"Now," He said, pointing to the door. "Come on, beautiful!" He said pulling me out the door. We walked to the bus stop and started talking.

"Where did you get the money for Ray's?" I asked curious.

"My ticket won!" He said excitedly. 

"You had a lotto ticket?" I asked surprised. "That's great, Zayn! How much did you win?" I said, holding his arms.

"Only about 15,000 pounds." He said shrugging his shoulders. "No biggie." 

I jumped up and down. "Oh my gosh Zayn! Do you know how much that is in America? It's almost 25,000 American dollars! What are you going to do with the money?"

"Spoil you." He said with a wink. I jumped up and hugged him. He caught me and spun me around. I sat in his arms and looked down at him. "I love you." He said cutely. I leaned down and kissed him.

"I love you too." I said happily. He spun me around again and gently placed me down. The bus pulled up to the stop. The doors opened, it was the same driver that hit on me. Zayn sighed. 

"Just don't make contact." He said, his mood changing, before he stepped onto the bus. He handed the guy money and I stepped on.

"Hello there, sweetie." He said in his strong southern accent. I smiled at him. 

"Hi," I said quickly. I started to the back of the bus where Zayn was sitting. 

"Hold on." He said aggressively as he grabbed my arm. 

"Get off me!" I said, raising my voice. He had a tight grip, and the way he grabbed my arm instantly brought memories of Shaq. I turned and kneed him in the stomach. His grip loosened as Zayn ran forward. 

"Keep your hands off of her!" He yelled, ripping the bus driver's hands off my wrists. 

I fell to the ground from being released so fast. I pushed through the crowd of gathering people that were already on the bus and tried to make my way off. Zayn was struggling with the driver, but the driver was pretty strong. I felt bad sitting back and watching, but Zayn wouldn't want me to get hurt. 

The fight finally ended and the bus riders sat back in their seats. Zayn proudly strutted off the bus and hugged me tight. Ii peered over his shoulder and saw the driver was calmly in his seat, as if nothing ever happened. 

"I got my refund." Zayn said laughing, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He put his hand around my back and Ii did the same to him. We started to walk down the sidewalk. "Might as well get a taxi." He said, out of breath. "Ray's is on the other side of town."

"Sure." I said with a smile. I love the way he stays positive no matter what. And the way he defends me through everything.

"There was no way I was going to let a horny bus driver with a stupid accent sweep my girl off her feet." He laughed and looked at me. 

"I love you." I laughed and kissed him. The bus drove past and I could feel the driver watching us. Zayn saw too and pulled me in closer. When the kiss was over, we both looked at the passing bus and stuck up our middle fingers. We both laughed as the bus drove faster down the street. I love Zayn.

 

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