(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.


39. I Cry

Ashalee's POV

I woke up with a huge hand across my bare chest. Last night, it was the best and worst experience of my life. That pain, I couldn't believe hurt that much, and then in the end it felt nice but I couldn't help but let a few tears spring forth. I shivered, Harry had snaked some covers for himself and I was left a bit cold. I wasn't tired anymore, just sore, I tried to shimmy out of Harry's grasp. Moans from loss of contact left his lips but he didn't wake up. Good. I didn't want him to see me cry because I had wanted this, and he did. We both wanted this.

As soon as my feet felt the floor tears crammed my eyes. Why did people do this? Have sex? I mean for like ten seconds of pleasure it doesn't seem like this pain could compete with it. I mean I know why people have sex, lust (like me) and to keep the human race going. I collapsed on the floor silently cursing and waiting for Harry to wake up. Harry was a heavy sleeper and he gave a light snore. I lay frozen hoping the pain would go still too.

I had to crawl into the shower, I let the water hit me and take my tears down the drain. Harry knocked on the door.

"Ash you okay?"

I had fallen asleep and shot up, "Uh, yeah."

"Do you want me to join you in the shower?" He was being playful, and I was feeling painful.

"No thanksss." I choked on the S and you could obviously tell something was wrong. I was hoping Harry would leave it.

"A-are you hurting?"

Hell yeah I was hurting.

Harry let one fist pound door then I heard footsteps as he padded away.

I cried. I cried. Like that new Flo Rida song. I cried. I cry. I cry. Harry came back he didn't say anything. I think he was listening. I didn't have my medicine. I was a ticking time bomb of emotion.

I reached over, tears hurdling to the shower floor as I turned off the water. The lock on the door jiggled and Harry saw me. My face was red, my eyes bloodshot. I must've looked like an unstable mess.

"Come here," he said.

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