(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.


47. I Don't Care

Harry's POV

I couldn't believe what I had done. I mean, me and Ashalee were broken up, I could do whatever I wanted to do right? Wrong. I mean it just felt so wrong. Ally sleeping my bed where Ash's body was once before. Having Ally's lipstick smeared in patches over my skin instead of Ash's bear lips-because she doesn't indulge in makeup like Ally did. Ally was hovering over me watching my face.

I still couldnt believe what happened. I just let her take over me and it didnt mean a thing to me but we all know it meant a whole lot more to this girl than it ever will to me. I had gotten myself into another jam.

"Good morning Haz. You did me so good last night."

She leaned down and pecked my cheek, slowly her lips moved up towards mine but I shifted over not wanting them to connect.

"This was wrong." I stated.

Ally was to busy taking a hair tie from her wrist and placing her hair in a messy ponytail. She swished it back and forth a bit before clutching the sheets to her chest  and turning back to me. She hadn't hear me.

"I'd better call my folks and said I was at a friend's."

She had to get out of here. "Ally, I need to do something maybe we could talk later."

She pulled closer to me, "Maybe I could help you with that something, and maybe even a little more."

Her suggestive comment we me sick. I got out of bed tugging up my boxers that lay sprawled across the floor next to the bed and tugged them up my legs. "No," I mumbled, "you can go home. I mean we are so late for school anyways-"

Ally cut me off, " Hun, it's Saturday."

Everything came tumbling back, it had been awhile since the party and Brent and yesterday Ash broke up with me for breaking her friend's nose. I had to fix this.

"Ally get out." I said. No hesiation, no stuttering, no beating around the bush, she just had to get out.

"What Harry, I thought we connected. And in more ways than one. I thought I was yours again."

I grabbed my curls combing them back in frustration.

"No! Ally, you're not mine. You are nothing but a shag to me. A fling. Something for me to get off on."

She looked at me, and blinked. She was about as red as a radish, "Harry Styles, you need me. That freak of yours, Ashalee, she doesn't want you and you just had sex with me. You are mine and we are stuck together. No matter how far you push me away the end result is me, you just proved that!"

She was furious, but so was I.

"She's not a freak! Don't talk about her like that!" I yelled.

"Harry you don't know her, I do, she is a freak. I was doing work as on office assistant during my free period. I went through her records...she is a freak, she's, she's...bipolar." Ally said it quietly, like it was some forbidden word. Like it stung her tongue and she scrunched her face up.

"I know that Ally, why the hell did you go through her records!"

Ally looked shocked, "You know?"

I didn't need to explain. Not to her.

"Ally, leave."

She shrugged on her clothes before rushing towards the door.

"I'll give you hell Harry, and Ashalee too."

I didn't mind her trying to burn me but Ash? "Leave Ash alone, she isn't with me anymore you know that!" I quickly said.

"I don't care."

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