Loved.

(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.

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17. Don't

Harry's POV

I waited for Ash, I decided to pick her up and take her to school. I stood there are her doorstep. Her father opened the door.

"Oh no, not you!" he scoffed.

I couldn't help myself from smiling. "I have a name you know sir."

"Don't pull that sir B-S on me, remember I said stay out of my daughter's pants!"

"I distinctly remember. How are you on this fine morning?" Pulling my cheesiest smile ever, Ash came and slipped past her father.

"We need to hurry, we are so going to be late!" she said poking me in my chest, the urgency in her voice was a little more dramatic than usual.

"Calm down, we'll make it in time." I say trying to plant a kiss on her forehead but she pushed me away, I saw her father smirk.

"No we have to go." This anger in her voice kind of sharp, unexpected making me jump ever so slightly but her lingering father in the doorway kept grinning. I knew he was wondering, watching, trying to see what the hell I was going to do next.

"Shhhh." I said calming her down rubbing her arm, he tensed up, ha, now I was on the end of the joke. "Come on let's go."

Her body seemed to relax, a little bit. I kissed her on the lips and she kissed back, when out lips attached she moaned.

"Get to school. Now." Her father demanded.

I took her hand and guided her to my car, once we were in I sighed.

"Have you taken your-"

She took out a water bottle and that bottle that had confused me for so long. It was full and the white tablets she had been used to, and were still new to me, rattled. She took two and swallowed, a stream of water following. I pretended that those pills were magic, curing her, little by little, not just dulling it for hours at a time.

"Now are you okay?" I ask, trying to make my voice sound caring. Ash placed a hand on my thigh, nothing suggestive but to show that she was okay.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I wanted to hear her voice. Not the one she had whenever her mind took over, I researched bipolar disorder. I wanted to tell her everything I learned, but she had to already know this stuff. She must've been sick of hearing about this stuff by now.

"No. Not now." She shrugged.

"Oh, okay." I say disappointed.

I let my mind wander to other things, we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend but we definitely acted like more than friends. I didn't want to say friends with benefits because that normally involves sex, ruined relationships, and awkward hang-out sessions. I've had one of those, okay I've had tons of those before. We weren't dating, we've never been on an actual date. The coffee shop, the first time was a strange-seeing-you-here kind of things and the second time was with Jay and Miles...

I sniffed and Ash looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Miles."

"Okay."

For some reason I'm glad the rest of the car ride was quiet. We didn't force each other into conversation and we could just sit there and think. The school came into view and as we parted ways I looked at Ash as she walked down the hall. What are we? Just us? Do we have to put a label on it?

My thoughts were interrupted Ally stood before me hands pushing me against the wall. Hand palming my center, I'm ashamed to say it felt good, she looked in my eyes.

"I saw you in your car with what's-her-face."

"She's my...mmm...stop it please." I begged.

"I miss you Harry, and I know you miss me, and this..." she said adding extra pressure. The halls were cleared because the bell had rang but I knew anyone could see us at any moment.

Right before I came I pushed her off, she groaned.

"Stop denying it Harry." she rolled her r's the same way she used to when she called out my name the few times we had sex. Okay, okay, we had sex more than a few times but this--whatever she thought this was--was over.

"I'll be waiting for you Harry."

I turned towards her, "Don't."

 

 

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