(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.


19. Half Day with Harry

Ashalee's POV

The closer we got to Harry's car the more I felt unsure.

"I obviously can't go to my place." I say, my parents would be there because they get home from work before school lets out.

Harry nods.

"We can't just drive around, because your sick." I point out.

Harry nods once more confirming, I wanted him to say it. I wanted him to say it, what was running through my mind. I knew he wasn't going to say it unless I brought it out of him,

"So this means we are going to your..." I stopped running my fingers through his curls.

"My place." Harry finished, his eyes bright and happy. He was so eager and began to run to the car, I held on tight to him I didn't want to fall over. He opened the car door and squatted down wanting me to get off him quickly. What had I done? Now that we were indeed going to his place, what were we to do?


Harry grabbed my hand, it felt rough and warm. He lead me to through his apartment door, it was bigger than I thought the school would provide. It was decent size, honestly about two people could live here, and me imaging just him here it must feel like a palace, but it wasn't. It was a standard apartment not far from the school.

I let go of his hand and sat down on the couch hearing it collapse under my weight, the springs bounced a bit, and I began to jump on it like a little kid.

"This is so much fun!" I cried.

Harry watched me jumping up and down, I liked the sound the springs made each time my feet grounded against the cushions.


"All right kids no shoes on the couch." Harry warned, he was joking, but it was that kind of joke that was also meant to be taken seriously.

I slipped my shoes off and continued to jump with my socks on. "Better?!" I gasped, I was getting tired from jumping but refused to stop.

"Better." Harry agreed. He turned around a hallway corner and I jumped off the couch. I sat down, I was hungry. I had just eaten lunch but didn't get to finish it because I had to help Harry.

Curly called for my name, I had found my way to the kitchen.

"Kitchen," I called.

He leaned on the counter, shirtless, wearing sweat pants. "Oh." I say.

Harry smiled and saw my breath hitch, I ignored his mischievous grin and rummaged through the cabinets trying to find something I had the taste for. Popcorn, good, I took a packet out of the box and removed the plastic lining. I set it in the microwave, "2 minutes." I read off of the popcorn packet.

I felt hands slip around me, "It's not safe stand in front of a microwave ya' know." 

Harry's voice was tired, it was hot.

"Is that so?" I tried to flirt back.

"Yeah, scientists think that the radiation from it might cause cancer."

"Well then I supposed you just saved my life."


I slightly burned the popcorn from not watching it but hey, it still taste fine.

Harry lay on the couch and I lay my head on his bare chest. My head felt warm pressed against his skin. Something about this felt so right. I felt his chest rise in fall and don't make fun of me for this, but I tried to match my breath with his. He fell asleep and I lay there not wanting to disturb him, and I wanted to stay like that for as long as possible.

The doorbell buzzed,

"Huh? What?" Harry sat up, I had to move from him.

"I have to use the bathroom," Harry yawned, "get that for me?"

I nodded as he hurried off to the bathroom, I got up still trying to grasp onto that feeling of him, his warmth, against me.

I didn't bother looking through the peep hole. This girl, a blonde, with these harsh brown eyes looked at me. She was really pretty, I knew her face, she went to school with me.

"Hi my name is Ally, is Harry here?"

"Um, yeah come on in."

I gestured for her to come in. She sat on the couch where Harry's body was earlier.

"So who are you?" Ally's voice was kind, but I could tell it was fake.

"Ashalee," I replied. For some reason I wanted to talk as little as possible.

"Are you Harry's current girlfriend?"

Current girlfriend? "I don't know exactly, we're not really together but-"

"Good. Because Harry loves me."

I stopped and looked in Ally's eyes.

Ally continued, "Yeah sorry honey, we've been discussing it and we've decided to get back together. In fact he said he was going to talk to you about it."

What the hell is going on here?

"We have a complex relationship and very indulging sex life, I could adorn you with some stories if you like?"

Ally smirked, what was going through her mind?

"There are so many, let me think of one."

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