(This movella is set as if One Direction isn't famous.)
Ashalee York was always one to try and hide away, she only showed who she really was to her one friend Jay. Ashalee is shy, and a good girl (who sometimes likes to bend the rules) and she is insecure about herself. Ashalee is your average girl in every way on the outside. But on the inside she deals with the constant struggle, the rage on inside of her mind, she's bipolar. It may be fate, chance, destiny, or whatever you call it but she finds herself mixed up with Harry Styles who wants to show her that she doesn't have to close people out. But he doesn't know about the mental war the wages deep within her mind and maybe if he did know he would leave her and label her as a freak like the rest of society.


9. Caught Saying Goodbye

Ashalee's POV

"Harry...that kiss thing the last time you know. I didn't want you to kiss me because I didn't know if I had the crush feelings. But I guess I thought about it and they are there so if you want to kiss me I'm totally cool with it."

I pulled back, that was weird. I was weird. I beat myself up in my mind.

What the hell Ashalee?

Who talks like this?

I thought about it and if you want to kiss me you can?

Dumb ass. Dumb ass.

That's not how you suggest for a guy to kiss you.

I want his lips.

And now I just made it seem like I granted him access to play video games after I've taken them away. Like he was on punishment from his mom.


Harry's eyes, the irises seemed surprised, like in the best way possible.

"Okay then." he grinned.

He leaned down and kissed my lips. Like a lingering one, I felt like I might burst. Happiness filling me up like poison. His lips pulled from mine and his eyes were still closed, when he opened them I looked in them, swam in them, they were just so beautiful. His eyes were like pools of...wait pool aren't green unless you haven't cleaned them in a while, like the algae would infest the pool and,

"I want more." Harry's rough tone, the accent making him sound, I don't know hot? His voice cut through my pointless, conflicting thoughts.

His lips sucked on my neck, it kind of hurt. I wanted him to stop, but it also felt really good too. I never wanted him to stop. His tongue hungrily flecking at the skin, wetting it making chills run across my body.

"Harry stop, no wait...don't stop."

He laughed his lips rising removing his contact. I reached up to touch his curls, I twirled them with the fingers on my left hand and my other hand I pushed his had down making sure he continued. He grunted.

His mouth sucked, when his teeth nipped at the skin I jumped, moaning in pain. "Okay okay, that's enough." I say releasing his head from my grip.

His mouth, had made my skin feel so weak, so attacked, so I don't know. I reached my hand up to feel it, it still was tender.

Harry was sweating, "Um, that was nice," his crotch was, oh my goodness, it was rising.

"Harry what is that?" I asked pointing at his erection.

"Maybe I should go." Harry groaned. He pushed some curls from his face.

"I want to leave too." I say, this experience had been enough for me, my medication wasn't going to last as long, I took them with soda so the carbonation from the soda would eat away at the pills faster dissolving in my stomach than it would if I had taken it with water.

"I could, take you with me." Harry suggested. I was hoping he meant take me home, not take me to his place.

I searched for Jay then made my way to her, "I'm going to go now."

Jay looked at me, "Oh poo why?"


She gave me a look, "Sure, fine, okay." She had a red cup in her hands and took a sip.

"Don't get to drunk, you still have to drive yourself home." I teased.

"Please I'm not going to, these horny boys are just waiting to catch some prey, I'm only drinking water. I'm not going to be a victim." she announced proudly. She lowered the cup to show me the clear liquid.

"Okay then."

She gave me a hug and I turned around running into Harry. "Easy there tiger." He pointed at me.

. . .

When we finally made it through the crowd of sweaty, sticky, hormone crazed, party goers Harry guided to me to his car. It was an older model of a mustang, vintage, cool. Harry started the car ignition and took a deep breath.

When we drove down the street I began to give him directions. "To get to my house turn left down Sand Star Street."

He moaned, disappointment vibrated from his chest, and complied. Maybe he did think I meant I wanted to go 'home' with him.

When he pulled onto the curb of my house I got out of the car and then I heard Harry's car door shut as well. For some reason I didn't expect him, like, come with me to the front door. I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell a few times. , I had forgotten my house key. I waited for my dad to come to the door, I heard this startled voice from somewhere in the house say, "Hold on a minute."

Harry's body pressed against mine, he kissed me. This one more desperate, like he was trying to get one last taste of me before I had to leave. His lips overlapped mine, his breathe puffing into my mouth. Tongues wrapping around each off his large hands caressing my bum. He squeezed his hands making me yelp, I wrapped one leg around him using the other to keep steady. I bit his lower lips pulling it gently in between my teeth. This emotion was new to me. Wanting. This one felt more intense than any other one I'd ever had before, not even my anger fits could match this.

His hips began to moved up and down creating heat between our crotches. My hands found their way to his curls and pulled a bit. The heat, it was making me insane, his lips furiously taking over mine. His hands squeezed again, his hips moved faster.

This was like in the movies, my dad swung the door open. "Oh my...ASHALEE YORK COME INSIDE THIS INSTANT!"

Harry nearly dropped me he was so shocked. I guess we had this coming.

I stepped inside, "This is the senior boy I assume." Dad's voice full of rage.

I'd never heard my father's tone like that, like so demanding. Normally it's soothing, trying to calm me down when I had my own fits of rage.

"Good night Ash." Harry coughed out.

My father looked at him, "Stay out of my daughter's pants." he warned.

"I'm wearing a dress dad." I joked trying to get his anger, his alarm, to direct towards me.

"Then that makes it all the more worse," dad said, his voice stern.

That night after I received a 'sex' talk from my parents again for like the third time in my life time. When I sent to bed as punishment, which really wasn't because I was tired, I added six pebbles to my happiness jar. I was really happy, and that feeling, wanting, never really went away.

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