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.*


19. Chapter 19

The taxi finally arrived. Me and Zayn piled into the tiny car and Zayn gave the man directions. This man didn't seem interested in me, and Zayn didn't seem very tense here. I felt a sense of relief come over me as I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. He brought his arm around my back and slung it over me. I felt safe.

We arrived at Ray's about five minutes later, and the place was deserted. All the booths were empty except for a girl who looked about my age, sitting by herself. I pointed to her and me and Zayn walked over.

"Hello," I said kindly. "I'm Cassidy." I held my hand out for her to shake it.

She seemed stunned by me. She ignored my gesture and looked back at her magazine. "I'm Carissa." She said shyly. "Can I help you?" She asked with an attitude. 

"No, I just wanted to introduce myself." I said, loosing some courage to her annoyed tone. "If you want me to leave-" 

"Your accent's strange." She piped up. 

"You've never heard an American accent?" I asked, cocking my head.

"No," She said, sort of welcoming me more. She was like me, she had to get to know you before she warmed up to you. "Talk more." She had the cutest little British accent. "I like the way you talk." She patted the other end of the booth instructing me and Zayn to sit down. I climbed in and started to talk. 

"What should I talk about?" 

"Umm.." She said, thinking. "Tell me about yourself." She nodded. 

"Alright." I thought before I spoke. "Well, I'm 16 and I moved here about a week or two ago. It feels a lot longer than that!" I laughed. "This is Zayn." I said, motioning to him. He smiled.

"I'm Zayn." He repeated, laughing. 

"Wait.. you're Zayn?" Carissa asked excitedly. "Zayn Malik?" He nodded. "You have an amazing voice!" She said, fangirling. "I watch every single one of your videos you put up on Youtube!" She said with a huge smile. She pulled out her phone. "Can you sign this for me?" 

He seemed excited as well. "I haven't got a marker." He sighed. She pulled a black Sharpie out of her bag. 

"Here you go." She said, handing it to him. He opened it and signed the phone for her. 

"I have a fan." He said, shocked.  He closed the Sharpie and handed it back to Carissa. 

Carissa seemed a lot friendlier now. "Could I have your numbers?" She asked both of us. "So we can stay in touch? You guys seem really nice, and I would love to hang out someday?" 

"Of course," Me and Zayn said, almost in sync. She handed us a piece of paper and we both wrote our numbers down. "Here you go." I said with a smile as I handed the paper over. She came prepared for everything!

"Did you eat yet?" Zayn asked Carissa, changing the subject. She shook her head. "Good!" He exclaimed. "Order anything, my treat." 

The rest of dinner was spent with Carissa, talking about random things that came to our minds. I never would have thought that me, muscling up the courage to talk to a complete stranger, would meet my real best friend that night.

We decided to walk home, since Carissa only lived a few apartments down from Zayn's. When we got in front of her house, we all hugged good bye. 

"I'll text you." She said with a smile. I held up my phone.

"I'll be ready." I laughed. "Night." I said before we left. Me and Zayn walked over to his place holding hands. "Why did you never tell me?" I asked him.

"Tell you what?" He asked clueless.

"That you do Youtube!" I exclaimed. "I need to check it out." I pulled out my phone, releasing my hand from Zayn's hand. 

"Okay..." He said slowly. "But if your speakers break because of my terrible singing, I'm not buying you a new phone." He laughed. I opened Youtube on my phone and searched 'Zayn Malik'. About 20 videos of Zayn sitting in front of a webcam popped up. I clicked on the first one. 

"Hello there Youtubers! I'm Zayn, and I'm going to sing I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas. Enjoy!" He belted the first few notes and the dim, boring street was seemingly lit up with the god vibes his voice was creating.

"You're incredible." I said, feeling speechless. 

"You think so?" He asked shyly. "Because I don't."

"Zayn." I said calmly. "You have 317,000 views. You posted this video two days ago. You're amazing!" I hugged him. 

"I mean, I guess." He said sheepishly with a smile. "We could always do a duet together." He said, looking me in the eyes with a big smile.

"No, no. I couldn't. I can't sing." 

"But you can! I heard you in the shower."

"Fine. When we get back to the apartment, we can sing together." I sighed.

"Yes!" He exclaimed. "We can make a video, it will go viral, we can become famous together!" He said happily, holding my hands.  We walked back to his apartment. He was much more excited than I was about making the video. He had experience, I didn't. I was shy, he wasn't. Well, I thought he wasn't. Carissa gave him hope, that he could be something greater. 

He opened the door to his place and pulled me through the apartment and down the stairs. His basement was huge. It was a finished basement, with recording equipment and microphones all around. It was neat and clean. A guitar sat in the corner and a few stools were in the middle of the room. He pushed the other stools out of the way and pulled two of them closer to the huge desk in the far corner. The desk had a nice webcam, along with his laptop. "Ready?" He asked, excitedly. 

I nodded. "You play?" I asked, pointing to the guitar. 

"No, I've been practicing. Do you?" I nodded.

"I've been playing since I was about 6. When I was diagnosed with being bipolar. I guess I kind of needed an escape from everything, and guitar was my escape." He handed me the guitar.

"What songs do you know?" 

"I only really know a few. I like The Lazy Song, by Bruno Mars. Do you know that song?" 

"Of course I do! I was gonna ask if you knew how to play it. I wanted to sing it with you!" He said excitedly.

"Calm down." I said laughing. We both sat in front of the desk and he opened Youtube on his laptop. He got the webcam ready and hit Record. 

"Hey Youtube! Zayn here, and this is my beautiful girlfriend Cassidy." He pointed to me and I waved. 

"Hello!" I said sweetly. 

"For today, we're going to sing the Lazy Song by Bruno Mars, with the guitar played by Cass!" He pointed to the guitar and I strummed it once. "Here we go!" I strummed out the first few chords and he started singing. The next verse, I sang. And when the chorus came, we sang together. With the backup of his guitar and our voices together, we sounded amazing. "Thank you for watching everyone, and tell me if Cassidy should sing with me again in the next video in the comments! Ciao guys!" He clicked the button on the webcam for it to stop recording and he transferred it into the computer. He uploaded it to Youtube and high fived me.

"You did it Cass!" He said happily.

"We did it, Zayn." I said with a smile. 

"We can check again tomorrow and see how many views it has. There probably won't be many yet, but it's always worth a shot." He said happily. It was good to see Zayn that happy for once. He was never this excited about anything. But to know that he got that excited doing things with me made me feel extra special. We ended the night with a sweet good night kiss, and we drifted to sleep in each other's arms.


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