Chapter Thirty Two

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Kassidy POV

After I got ready in my red bodycon dress, I hurried and drove ten minutes out to the club. I received a text from Zayn right when I arrived.

Hey, sorry babe. I can't make it because I haven't finished my essay for English Literature due tomorrow. Niall is in there waiting for you though.

I sighed and got out of my car. I looked into the room filled with people and spotted Marcel angrily staring at his phone and approached him.

"Hey, have you seen Niall? Zayn told me he's here",

"Nope, I've been wondering the same thing", he had a black tee on and black jeans.

"Oh", I sighed.

"You want to get a drink? Naomi and Niall are running late.", he shrugged.

"Sure", I smiled.

We took a few shots and sat on the black leather couch.

"You look really pretty tonight, by the way", he said.

"Thank you. You've seemed to have changed since we last talked",

"Eh, not really",

"Yes, really",

"Well, nothing about loving you has changed", my heart felt as if it had stopped beating and my cheeks began to burn.

"Marcel, you seem drunk", I say.

"I'm not. I am sober. Do you really think two shots will make me say things I don't mean to say?",

"I do that all the time",

"Because you're Kassidy", he smirked.

"Yep, you're drunk"

"How do I prove to you I'm not drunk?", he said, "I never fell out of love with you Kassidy. I gave up on us dating yeah, but that doesn't mean I never stopped loving you. When I see you with Zayn, it kills me",

"Then what about Naomi?"

"She's just a friend of mine",

"Just a friend?", I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, she's Niall's cousin. She just transferred here a couple weeks ago",

"Oh", I blushed.

"Was Kassidy jealous?", he grinned.

"Not one bit", I lied.

"Okay."

" Isn't it funny?", he laughed at himself.

"What's funny?"

"That all our friends did this?"

"Did what?",

"Wow, are you still naïve?", he laughed, "They did this. They did this for us two."

"I don't-",

"believe it? Ask Zayn. It may be an idea", he shrugged and I got up and dialed Zayn.

"Zayn, are you really writing an essay?",

"Well, no", he said in defeat.

"Why would you leave Marcel and I alone like this?",

"Because I know you love him. You still do. You never loved me. Yeah, you like me. But that is completely different than loving someone. I see the way you look at him. Your eyes twinkle like you've just seen a candy bar", I laughed, "I like you, yeah. But I know that you are happy with Marcel. You deserve to be with him. I wouldn't want to be the reason you two are forever apart."

"Zayn, you didn't-"

"No, I love you Kassidy. I love you enough to give you up to your happiness. You tell me you needed to find happiness before you could love someone else. But all along your happiness was Marcel. You moved here to Oxford for a reason, to be with him. Not anyone else",

"I don't know what to say I am speechless",

"A thank you is a great start", I heard him laugh.

"Thank you Zayn", I smiled.

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One last chapter before the end of the book, the epilogue. Yay! x

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