(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.


38. Drums and Sweat

Harry's POV

I peered down and scanned over Ashalee's body, this was it. She giving me something you can't take back. My mind ran over so many things you can't take back, a life, if you murder someone you can't give their life back. This wasn't murder, it was virginity and you have to lose it sometime. I had to reassure myself some how. Her doe eyes watching my moves as I lowered my hips put held them back up. I couldn't handle the unbroken heat between us, but I felt horrible when I did.

I slowly pressed into her, her eyes widening with pain, her lips drew out a blood chilling whimper. He reached out and placed a hand on my chest and one in my hair. Her fist clenching at my chest trying to draw in air. She really wasn't lying, she was innocent, and now it was gone.

I'd never deflowered someone. Well I can't say that anymore.

I wasn't prepared for her face scrunched up in pain and tears stinging her cheeks. They flushed, I felt as though I couldn't move, she was tight. I pulled out and rest my head on her chest.

"Harry why'd you stop?" Her mouth trying to draw in something to calm her lungs, shaky breathes separated her words. I reached up to kiss her forehead.

"You were hurting." I said.

She looked at me, eyes still begging for this, "But you didn't have to stop."

I looked at her amazed. If she insisted, my unsure length was still hard, I lowered into her watching her release curses from her mouth until I had finally sunk all the way down into her showering kisses over her lips and neck hoping to prevent another bone crushing yelp from agony.

I didn't move until she moved around me, damn it felt good. Her adjusting. contorting until she was a little more comfortable even though I knew it wouldn't be by much.

The soft roll of my hips began, she slammed her eyes shut, head rolling from side to side hand twining and untwining into my curls. At one point she opened her eyes and looked at me, she smiled a fake smile and closed her eyes again breathing sharp breaths. I hated to say but it felt amazing for me, I hated that. Me feeling good while my Ash under me was in so much pain. For another fifteen minutes it was stop and go stop and go but she let out the tiniest sigh of relief. Like she was beginning to feel good.

"Ash?" I asked, my hips remaining stationary.

"Who the hell told you to stop?"

My entire body tingled with excitement.

I kept my thrust light and with the beat of the drumming rain, Ash moved around my stiff length snapping her head back crying out in pleasure. "Harry, oh god, Harry."

I was lusting over this girl, heart beating faster. It was funny how she couldn't decided whether to keep her eyes open or to tug them closed but I wanted to watch every minute of her. Rose petals slowly rocked back and forth with the bed. I touched Ash's skin, the smell of cake wavered to my nose making me laugh a bit.

I was still going slow with the tune of rain. It was toe curling.

I grabbed one of Ashalee' legs and draped it over my shoulder allowing better access. I leaned in going deeper trying to reach every bit of her. I wanted to hear her yell out my name but only received a moan followed by some whispers I couldn't exactly hear.

Ashalee felt good wrapped out me, inside, and outside and I felt her clench trying to close her thighs but she couldn't because I was between her legs.

She was close.

I picked up speed this time the roll of my hips gave her a few heavy thrusts making her yell out in pain and pleasure, me not being able to decipher which was which.

"Come on." I encouraged, "Come on."

Her back arched in a sudden jerk and my name being yelled mixed with the clammy air around us shattering with the on cue pound of thunder adding to the percussions of the trillions of raindrops.

I felt her warmth come all around me, I was almost there too. Ash couldn't move to weak, I had done all the work. I would've expected that her not knowing other ways to enhance this but I would leave that to the future.

The sight of Ashalee as she screamed, calling out my names so desperately went on over and over again in my mind.

"Shit." I cursed and twitched my mind unable to crumbled thoughts together, crumbling like a plastic bag sprawled out in the wind.

I pulled out of Ash and tried to hold onto any memories of the breath taking events that had just occurred.


Ash had curled up into a ball, me spooning her wrapping around her tightly; like if I didn't she would fly away in my sleep. She was asleep with asmall hint of smile on her face. I knew to come morning she would hurt one more but I would take care of her. I whispered something in her ear, the words slipped out, "Ash I," but my mouth paused when she lightly kicked her feet in slumber and stopped myself. I decided to try again,

"Ash I really,"

Her slight grumble in her sleep stopped me again. My last attempt, "Ashalee I really like you."

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