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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4. Zayn's POV 2

I left angrily and took one last look at Cassidy from the large window. She looked so beautiful and innocent sitting there quietly reading her book. Then trouble struck. Mike and Shaq took a seat next to Cassidy, exactly what  I told them not to do. I knew what they were thinking, and it wasn't PG. Well, considering neither of them were virgins, that is.

I was starting to think about why I was friends with them in the first place. They always had to mess with the one I like, and they they end up trashing them the next morning and running home with no shirt. Then, they would blame me and say I was the one over the daughter's house that night. It was the same routine every time I finally think I've found 'the one'. But not this time. I wouldn't let them take Cassidy, ruin her reputation, or her life. I was awoken from my thoughts as a loud scream came from the library. Cassidy was pinned against Shaq and Mike was inching his way towards her fragile body. The next move I made cost me the only 'friends' I had.

"I told you to stay away from her!" I yelled at them. Mike made a snark remark and then stared at Cassidy's boobs with the most fascinated look on his eyes as he licked his lips. She made a comment to Mike about keeping his eyes to himself and he just pulled out his hand and slapped her face. Number one rule about love: You never love anyone so much you feel the need to hurt them.

I jumped at Mike and swung my fist. I succeeded at hitting him, but I only got his eye. He froze, looked up at me, and his eyes were ablaze with fire and anger. 

"You just made the wrong choice, Malik." Mike gave a look to Shaq and he let her wrists go. They were red from the force of Shaq's powerful grasp. Her delicate arms fell to the floor as she toppled over. I stood over her body, waiting for the trouble to exit the room. Mike stared at me with the worst death gaze I ever saw, then slowly turned and left. Shaq followed and turned before he left.

"You better watch yourself, kid." I kept a straight face as Shaq turned again and exited the library. Once they were gone, I dropped to the floor and leaned over her. 

"Cassidy? Are you okay?" I asked as a tear streamed down my face. She rolled to her side, slowly. He had hit her so hard, there was a red hand print right where he smacked her.

"Where are they?" She muttered. "I don't remember anything after he smacked me."

"It's better you don't." I said quietly. I carefully picked her up and threw her arm around my shoulder. "I'll take you to my house so you can get some rest. It'll be okay, Cass. I promise." I said this as I stared directly into her pained eyes. She tried to smile, but she was obviously worn out from their physical and sexual abuse. The poor girl. I can tell she has already gone through so much, just to start her life over like this.

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