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.*


8. Zayn's POV 4

After Cassidy drifted to sleep, I removed myself from the couch. I fixed her body so it fit comfortably and checked my phone. A number I didn't recognize left a message.

Meet me behind the Luigi's on 5th Avenue at 5:30. We have some things to discuss personally, with the help of a friend.


My heart seemed to skip a beat as my head filled with fear. Was Mike trying to contact me and 'sort things out'? My mind twisted through all the possible outcomes that could happen if it were him. He might want to fight me, with Shaq. Or he could be apologizing, but that didn't seem likely. The only way to find out who sent the message was to go to Luigi's at 5:30.

As the time seemed to slip away from me and the time got closer, I paced back and forth hoping Cass would be okay. If anything were to happen to her while I was gone, if Mike and Shaq were tricking me into leaving, I would never forgive myself. My life would fall to ruins, and everything would be over.

I checked the clock. 5.20.

I took a deep breath and walked over to Cassidy. I bent over her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back." I whispered and stroked her cheek. I threw my sweater on and walked to the door. I turned around and took one last look at her fragile body laying on my couch. "I love you." I whispered under my breath before I left. I kept my head low as I walked to Luigi's. The walk seemed to take forever, but I got there at 5:30. I walked down the alley in the back of the store.  "Hello?" I asked the sky. "I'm here."

Just then, two guys dressed in black with hoods over their faces came from the shadows. One came in front of me, the other behind. "Thanks for showing up." The one in front of me said with a deep voice. I recognized it.

"Mike?" I asked, my fear rising.

"Shut up and stand still!" The guy behind me yelled. "We'll make this quick and easy." This voice sounded like Shaq's. They were coming back , and they wanted to hurt me. Shaq and Mike started closing in on me. 

"Mike, Shaq, you don't want to do this. I'm you're friend." I said, trying to hide my fear. They just got closer.

"You we're never our friend, idiot. You can't be that stupid to think we ever liked you." Mike grunted. He slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket. Shaq did the same.

"What do you have?" I croaked out, my face dripping with sweat. The alley was getting dark, and Mike and Shaq seemed like distant shadows. A shiny blade emerged from both of their pockets.

"Like I said," Shaq said in his deep voice, "Keep still and this will be quick and easy." An evil smile appeared across his face. Then they both stopped, stared and at each other. Shaq nodded at Mike and they both lunged at me within a second. 

"Woah!" I yelled as I quickly ducked. They barely missed each other as the knives came down. I looked back at the men  I used to call my friends and realized, they had just tried to kill me. Anger filled their faces and I jumped up and ran. "Leave me alone!" I yelled as I ran down the street. I knew they were chasing me when I heard Shaq's heavy footsteps behind me. 

"Slow down, you traitor!" Mike screamed at me. "Get over here and let me kill you!" I turned my head and continued running, watching him and Shaq sprint down the dark streets with shiny knives in their hands. "You might as well give up, Malik!" He shouted at me once I turned my head again. By now, some house lights turned back on and a few people stood on their porches. One lady was on her phone, it sounded like she was calling the police. I tried my best to stay on the streets around here for as long as possible, so the squad car could find us easier. As if two guys running down the streets with knives threatening to kill me weren't enough.

The police finally arrived just as I running out of breath. They jumped from their cars with guns in their hands, ready to shoot.

"Drop the weapons!" One officer shouted, the sirens from back-up blaring behind him. "Get down, get down!" He shouted at Mike and Shaq.

"Woah, woah. Calm yourselves." Mike said cooly, as if this had happened before. He got on his stomach with his arms in front of him, knife still in hand. Shaq looked at the officer.

"Get down now." The officer said sternly as another officer cuffed Mike's wrists behind his back. He carefully slid the knife from his hand. Shaq looked at Mike, then back at the officer. He clenched his knife tightly and made a run for it. "Get over here!" The cop shouted after him as he chased him. Other cops got in their cars and turned their sirens on. Shaq was fast, but not faster than a cop car. The officer who was chasing him lifted his gun.

I stood watching helplessly as he pulled the trigger. Shaq froze, and slowly fell forward. His knife fell in front of him, and his large body lied still on the black concrete. A pool of blood surrounded him. The offecer stood with his gun still out, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry." He murmered under his breath. "Go home, son. We don't need to take you in for questioning." He hesitated. "Tonight was enough." He slowly lowered his arm and put the gun back in the hollster. The street was silent and dark. I started back home.

It was a nightmare, thinking back to less than ten minutes ago; Mike laying on his stomach with handcuffs around his wrists and a knife by his head, Shaq, dying in a pool of blood with a bullet somewhere inside of him. But what about before that? The duo pinning Cassidy down and slapping her, wanting her body. Me punching Mike in the eye. Were'nt 'the cops' his father? Thoughts and questions spun through my mind. Are these the people I used to call my friends?

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