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CHAPTER 13 - Still The One

CASSY POV

No matter how much I try to deny it, the truth is, I need him back too. I just need him. But I don’t know if he’s telling the truth. I’m finding it hard to trust him again. I don’t know if I should believe him. But he did look so sincere. Maybe I was just too blinded by my anger that I didn’t see his sincerity in all of his apologies. But what if I make another mistake?

“Zayn, I don’t know…” I said, sighing and looking down.

“What, Cassy? What don’t you know?” He asked desperately.

“I don’t know if I should believe you. I don’t know if I can trust you again.” I answered, looking up straight into his eyes.

“Cassy, I lied, I know, and I take full responsibility for that mistake. I’m a jerk, I hurt you. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you ever since we broke up. I thought I’d be okay. I thought I’d be happy. But no. I tried to be happy for a bit, but I couldn’t. You kept crossing my mind. I realized how wrong I was to let you go like that. I realized that I just let the love of my life go.” He explained. The tears in his eyes brought tears to my eyes too.

“Then what do you want me to do? Forgive you? It’s not that easy, Zayn.” I replied.

“Then don’t forgive me. Let me work for it. Let me earn your trust. I just need you to not close your doors and cut me off. I love you so much. Give me a second chance, please?” He pleaded. I could feel his sincerity and his determination, but I was still reluctant.

It took me a while to answer. I was still thinking about it, thinking about the pros and cons if I do give him a second chance. I was so deep inside my mind that I almost didn’t hear when he spoke up. “I’ll do anything, Cassy. I’ll show you. I’ll fix my life, I’ll take a break from the band, but I’ll come back. I’ll put things in order.” He promised, his eyes not leaving mine. “Just give me a second chance, please?”

“Okay.” I said quietly. I know I’m probably just signing myself up for more pain, but saying yes to giving him another chance just felt right. Everybody deserves a second chance, right? Part of me feels stupid for letting him back in my life, but part of me is proud for being brave enough to put all the pain aside in the name of love.

“Okay? Okay!” He replied, a big smile appearing on his face. “I promise I’m going to make it up to you. I’ll make things right. You’re not going to regret this.” He then pulled me into the tightest, most perfect, and warmest hug ever. I missed this. I missed him.

“I love you, Cassy.” He whispered. I missed hearing that. I couldn’t help but smile.

5 MONTHS LATER

Ever since that afternoon at the park, Zayn spent every day making up for his mistakes. We went back to square one. He sent me flowers. He spent more time with me. He kept apologizing for all the lies he said. He took a break from the band, but returned weeks later. He fixed things with Harry, and although Harry was in doubt at first, he eventually became happy for us. He wrote me songs, he serenaded me with them. He surprised me so many times. He took me on dates. We went on Skype dates. He did not only tell me he loved me every day, but he also showed me. He made me fall in love with him over and over again. He showed he appreciates me. He promised he wouldn’t hurt me again, and this time, I believe him. We grew stronger, both individually and together. We weren’t officially together yet, but we’re getting there.

The boys were on break from tour for a few days now.  Zayn invited me over to his house that night for a date, telling me he cooked a very special dinner for us.

“More rumors about us going around.” I said when I came in, showing him the tabloid I saw from the news stand earlier that day.

“Let them wonder.” He said, taking my coat and putting it on the stand. He then ushered me inside to his dining room. There were petals all over the floor, and candles were lit. Very romantic. He pulled his chair out for me, and I thanked him for his politeness. Then he served the food he made. I was quite impressed, they looked delicious.

“What does the article say?” He asked as we started eating.

“Well, there’s a collage of pictures of us. Pretty neat if you ask me.” I told him, laughing softly. “Nothing new, except now they found out my name.”

“Really? Let me see.” He took the tabloid from me and read the article. “Wow, they’re great. I’m sorry. If you want I could tweet something, tell them they’re wrong and deny everything.”

“No, it’s okay.” I said, taking my first bite. It’s actually better than I expected. “This is great, by the way.” I complimented, but Zayn was too into the article to hear me.

“I’m really sorry about this. I don’t want them to bother you or anything. Are they sending you hate?” I nodded. There were a few, but really, it didn’t matter to me that much. I just brushed them off. “Oh that’s horrible. I have to do something about this. We’re not even officially together yet, and they’re already bothering you.” He frowned, pulling out his phone.

“But hey, I want us to be together. Like officially together.” I said, taking his phone away from him and putting it on the table.

“Like… Together together? Not just I’m here, you’re here, we’re in the same place together?” He stood up and walked in front of me as he asked. He had that same confused look I had back when I asked him that the first time around.

I laughed and stood up as well. “Yes, together together.” I answered. “Do you want to go steady with me?”

He smiled the biggest smile. “Yes!” He exclaimed, pulling me in for a kiss.