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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20. Chapter 20

**Author's Note- Wow, 20 chapters already! Just wondering, should I continue after this chapter? I won't continue if you guys don't want me to.. leave your opinion in the comments!! ALSO, sorry I haven't been updating. We had no internet but we have it again, so there will be more chapters to come!!**

"Cassidy! Wake up!" Zayn shook me awake with his phone in his hands. "Wake up, Cass!" He said excitedly.

"Ughh.." I whined. The light that shone through the window stung my eyes. I pulled the duvet over my head. "I'm tired." I moaned. 

"Well then." He said jokingly. He slid under the duvet and turned his brightness on his phone up more. "I'm showing this to you no matter what it takes." He said with a smirk. He put the phone in front of my face. Youtube was pulled up. 

My eyes shot wide open. "400 thousand views!?" I shouted happily. "Zayn, this is amazing!" I shrieked. 

"That's not even the best part." He said smiling widely. He scrolled down to the comments and read some aloud. "'I knew you were amazing, but when did your girlfriend come to the spot light?' 'Cassidy is gorgeous!' You two sound great together!' I can see a record deal coming on!'" He read through countless comments, each of them supporting me and Zayn as singers. 

"We're gonna be famous!" He exclaimed, pulling me off the bed and spinning me around in his arms. I laughed as he dropped me down on the bed. He climbed on top of me and strattled me into a tight bear hug. "I love you." He breathed as he kissed my neck.

I closed my eyes and whispered back. "I love you, Zayn." I smiled as his lips moved up and down my neck, then moving across my cheek and finally crashing on my lips. We both pulled away and sat up, I leaned on Zayn as I sat cross-legged.

"Zayn, can I tell you something?" I said nervously, as he kissed my forehead.

"Anything." He said with a sweet smile.

"I feel kind of.." I didn't know how to put the words.

"Strange?" He finished my sentence. "I do too." He smiled.

"Yeah. I feel weird about the past few days. Like, my body feels weird."

"So do I. I was telling the truth when  I said I was a virgin." He said, shying away. He grabbed my hand and held it gently in his lap. "Mike and Shaq weren't though, just so you know. I just felt like I could take advantage of you that night." He said, looking ashamed.

"Wait, what?" I said, pulling my hand away from his. "You felt you could take.. advantage.. of me? What do you think I am, your toy or something?" I stood up off the bed angrily and stood in front of him. "Who do you think you are?" Ii said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, Cass." He said worried.

"Sorry doesn't cut it." I said raising my voice. I tried my hardest to keep my tears from falling. "And don't call me Cass. Just leave me alone." I said as a tear trickled down my cheek. I grabbed my bag and walked out of his room, leaving him sitting on his bed. Before I went down the steps I yelled back in the room. "Good bye, Zayn. Don;t bother getting in touch with me. I'm just going to ignore you, just so you know." I said, my anger taking over. The truth was, I hoped he would burst through the door, crying and sobbing me and pulling me into his arms. Pleading for my forgiveness, praying I would take him back. I still loved him. He didn't do anything. He probably was sitting on his bed right now, still, just laughing about how stupid I was not to realize. I sprinted down the steps and walked into the kitchen. I noticed a pack of cigarettes sitting on the table with a lighter lying next to it. I took a deep breath and pulled a cigarette out of the pack and placed it in my mouth. I lit the end and took a breath in. I coughed and pulled the cigarette out of my mouth as the smoke trailed down my lungs. The taste was nasty and dry, but something about it had me craving for more.I placed the cigarette in my mouth and took another breath in as I walked outside. I pulled out my phone and held the cigarette in my other hand. I found 'Carissa' in my contact list and called her.

I was surprised when she answered. "Cassidy?" She asked. I obviously woke her up.

"Yeah, it's me," I said quietly. "I am so sorry to wake you up this early in the morning, but I need to ask you something."

"Yeah, sure." She said, seeming to doze off.

"Could I come over and tell you something? Me and Zayn had our first fight.." My voice trailed off. I felt like crying again because I remembered why we had been fighting. Cassidy, he used you. He played you like a deck of cards. He used you for his enjoyment. He's turning into Mike and Shaq. He never really loved you, Cassidy. He just wanted you, your virginity, your innocence, your body. Get a grip. He's a filthy liar, a jerk even, who doesn't deserve you. Something inside me told me to leave him, but something told me to stay at the same time.

"Of course Cassidy!" She said happily, woken up a little more. "When will you be over?"

"Now?" I asked.

"Sure." She said relieved. "Come on over, the door will be unlocked." She exclaimed.

"Thanks, this really mean a lot." I said, taking another puff. I coughed hard again. I knew this was terrible for me, but so was cutting, and now I have two habits that are going to be impossible to break.

 

 

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