(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.


16. Goodbye Miles

Ashalee's POV

Miles's funeral was to the general public, anyone who wanted to come could have. It was in her will that anyone that cared enough should come. Her daughter and son were the only ones allowed to see her body. Her daughter had a little toddler with her, Miles's only grandchild. The son couldn't go to the coffin, he said that he had seen her face so many times alive and he didn't want to her not smiling. I saw a glimpse of her before they closed her coffin and buried her. Her face wasn't the usual smile that I was so keen to. It was blank, drained of anything that used to be Miles. It looked like she was...sleeping. 

I vowed never to go to that coffee shop ever again and Harry and Jay did the same. I swear Harry was crying, he tried so hard to cover it up. I didn't cry which made me feel all gross inside. The one time I'm supposed to be sad, angry, and anything along those lines my brain decides to be silent.

Later than night Harry texted me, 'r u sleeping?'

I replied back, 'I was'

I sat there for about ten minutes later my phone chimed, 'one thing ill never understand is death..."

It seemed like he wanted to say more.

'what else you put ... ?'

'but one thing I can try to understand is u.'


'yeah I know ive been thinking about u a lot lately and ur bipolar-ness'

'my bipolar-ness?'

'I don't know what else to call it, sorry, but u should try and explain it to me u know'

'really?" a smile crossing my lips, he really wants to know.

'yeah. so ill c u 2morrow we can talk.'


I slept so good that night and images of Miles as an angel making coffee for other angels kept going through my mind.


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