(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.


32. Christmas Clock

Ashalee's POV

My phone chimed, it was four in the morning, Christmas day to be exact but because I wasn't a little girl anymore I could force my parents to get up freakishly early. I had to wait for them to wake up which isn't until about nine. Damn. That little girl who loves opening presents is still inside of me. I want to open the neat packages under my tree. I was a little angry, I wanted to see what was hidden under the cheesy Santa Claus wrapping paper and chuck the once perfect bows off to the side to be thrown away in a flurry of Christmas clean up.

Wait, my phone had gone off.

Harry (1) text message.

I looked at the screen,

Harry: This is Christmas gift number 1. I saw it and I thought it was beautiful. I don't know if you've seen it or not but I really like it :)

It was that giant clock from the mall. I wasn't the typical Christmas red, it was darker, like a crimson. I thought it made it look less commercial. It was green as well, green like evergreen trees and a shimmery golden bow lay at the top of it.

I texted Harry back: This is gift number one you say, that implies there are more.

Harry responded back quickly, as if he had been waiting by the phone praying my reply would come through.

Harry: This is number 1, there r 3 to be exact. Lou had claimed half credit over the other two so don't forget to show him some love.

I was in a playful mood. If I couldn't open presents to satisfy my little kid at heart I had to place that playful energy somewhere and that was going to be used to tease the hell out of Harry. I quickly punched in letters on my keyboard responding back.

Ill show him some love, you can count on it ;)

Harry took a little longer to reply.

Harry: What the hell does ;) mean, y did u txt back a winky face :s

Because, I plan to give Lou some love for his share in the gift investment...Im only doing as u asked

Harry: Am I going to receive anything or r u going to waste it all on LOUIS?

I didn't respond, this was fun. I fumbled around in bed, damn it I want to open my presents NOW!

I looked at the foot of my bed, there lay a gift I had gotten for Harry. I didn't know what to buy him so I decided to give him a keychain Miles had given me when I was eight years old. Every year on my birthday she gave me a keychain. She said when I finally got a car I could put them on my key ring. Miles believed the more junk you had on your key ring the more experienced of a driver you looked.

It was in a small box, I had wrapped it in green wrapping paper, to put my own spin on the wrapping paper I had taken the last bit of my paint and did a fine job trailing a nice pattern to adorn the paper. It looked like as if it was meant to be there. I mean Harry was just going to rip up the paper, but hey, I wanted to do it for him.

They key ring had Big Ben on it. I mean I don't think Harry is exactly from London, but it is still in England. It would be perfect for him. I let a few tears out, Miles wasn't here. She would always stop by my house for Christmas breakfast, then she would hand me a wrapped up keychain. She only wrapped it up in newspaper, but the weird thing was the newspapers were always  written in Japanese. She was a crazy old lady, she was my crazy old lady. I stopped my thoughts when the thick realization came hammering down on me, Miles wasn't going to be here for Christmas. This would be my first one without her smile and her skin smelling of cinnamon and cocoa and spice.

I ambled to the kitchen, mom always cooked breakfast when she got up, but I wanted something to munch on. There was a plate of cookies in the fridge. I took the whole plate out, nobody was going to say anything, it's freakin' Christmas.



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