(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.


5. Cinnamon Tea

Harry's POV

For some reason I was strangely excited for Dawn's party, it was this coming Saturday. I really wanted to see...I can't believe I'm admitting this but I really wanted to see Ash there. Whenever I saw her in the hall I 'accidentally' run into her. At lunch she pulls out that little bottle and takes two pills with a swig from her water bottle. What was she hiding? Her friend Jay didn't seem to care, so why did I? It's like I wanted to know what makes her tick. What makes her smile? Did she like my signature beanie or not? If she didn't I'd give them up for awhile.


I lay there in my bed, Ashalee on top of me. I don't know how we ended up here. Clothes were off, all I remember was we were at Dawn's party, then we I drove her to my place. We were kissing and now I flipped her over hands skimming through my curls. Her lips grazed mine and I moved inside of her, it felt like magic.

I woke up heart pounding. That was a nice dream, I looked at my alarm clock, shit, it was 9:47. School started some time ago, I don't know why I didn't hear my clock go off, yes I did, my dream left me utterly cut off to anything going around me. I grimaced at the sunlight pouring in through the cracks of my blinds. If I called in sick to the school I could sleep some more, move at my own pace. If I did go to school I would be hammered on for being late, my teachers would lecture me, they would say: I am privileged to be here on exchange. Basically they would bull-shit me. But a plus to if I did go I would see Ash. Her name felt nice, so I said it again and again and again. A sudden chill ran up my spine, and I heard something outside. It was raining  non-stop. That decided it, I wasn't going to school.

I was cold, I slept naked, it's so liberating but not very good if you want maintain body heat. The small apartment that the exchange program had set up for me had a good heating system when it got going. But it took a good hour to warm up. I needed to be warm now. I had found this nice coffee shop that happens to sell good tea as well about a block from here.

I went out to my car, nothing fancy but this decent vintage mustang I had bought for cheap from Rick's uncle. Rick was one of the guys on the American football team I hung out with, he was wide receiver. Rick's uncle sold used cars and I paid about twelve hundred for this mustang. It had about 50,000 miles on it, but come on I only needed it for my senior year then I would trade it in, get just a bit of my money back and I could end this exchange program. I mean it was fun, but after sometime you get homesick.

I put on some sweats and a hoodie and some shoes. I drove the short distance to the coffee shop. Normally I would have walked there but if I had I would be soaking wet. Actually it didn't make a difference, I had to run inside from the cark park and the rain got every inch of man. Damn it I can be so stupid sometimes, I should have brought my umbrella sitting in my closet. I walked up to the tell and the old women who worked it looked up. Her name was Miles. I always thought that was a male's name but it fit her so well. Miles smiled.

"Hello English muffin. You want the usual cinnamon tea?"

I nodded, "Oh and can I have a cake pop. Actually make that two."

Miles rang me up, "That'll be $6.01."

I was still getting used to the American currency, I just gave her a ten dollar bill and waited for her to give me back my change, she handed it to me, her gray eyes squinted in a smile. Her face was always friendly, warm, like a grandmothers'.

"These yank prices are murder on me wallet." I complained, but in a playful, joking kind of way. At least my mum sends me a check once a week, then I go down to the currency shop and exchange it for American money.

"Yeah, it is." Miles said taking two cake pops out of the display case. "Hey shouldn't you be in school?" Miles smiled, "First week back and already playing truancy eh?"

I gave my cheekiest smile, "Oh Miles, don't you see how hard it's raining out there?"

Miles laughed putting the cake pops in a paper bag handing it to me. "Still need to get an education."

"I know, it's just I'm feeling homesick and I don't really feel up to it today."

Miles took my tea from this guy who had just finished making it. She opened up this cabinet and put some gloves on, she added a cinnamon stick to it.

"Thanks." I winked at Miles. "You little flirt." she chuckled.

"I guess I shouldn't be to upset with you, that girl, one of my other regulars, is skipping too,"

I looked to where Mile's eyes were motioning. It's Ashalee, I mean Ash, I was her.

I walked over to join her in the corner, she was on her laptop. I heard Miles whisper something she hadn't known that I heard, "Poor girl."

I sat down at the table, Ashalee looked up, "I just wanna be left ALONE-" she looked up at me.

"Problem?" I asked, her voice was filled with hurt, and anger.


Ash tried to clear her throat, she gave me her weakest smile.


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