Loved.

(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.

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37. It was Raining

Ashalee's POV

As we neared Harry's room a gentle rain began to pour from the sky making the world inside seem quieter, just the two of us. Harry's hand tightened on my own pulling me closer to him and he burst through his door.

Now we saw why the boys hadn't wanted us in while they packed up, there were rose petals lead in a path from the door to Harry's bed. Did they plan this, did he plan this? Twinkly lights hung from my ceiling, it must have been forever to but them up.

His bare chest rising and falling, a bead of sweat already began to form on his forehead. I looked down his torso his body making me feel weak. He had four nipples, he looked down, I hadn't noticed the smaller ones before.

"You have four nipples?" I asked. I wasn't he only weird one here, I'm surprised I've never noticed the extra two nipples before.

It was almost as if he read my mind, "You're not the only odd ball in the world love."

He pressed me against the wall grinding his hips to met mine stealing the breathe from my lungs, "Oh god." I mumbled. Harry looked me in the eyes, his green gaze burning into mine.

"Ash, I'm asking you again, do you want to do this?"

This is what I wanted.

"Harry I wouldn't have started this if I didn't want to." Wasn't he the one saying he needed this only moments ago?

This was all the confirmation he needed. He placed to extremely large hands on my hips his palms exposing skin. His clammy hands felt good against my sides, he squeezed. I gasped and he slid down on his knees and removed his hands from my hips making me groan from the cold air that breezed on my skin when his warm hands left me. He lifted my shirt and it was discarded like his had been. I sit against Harry's wall my shirt gone, my heart pounding and his tongue painted wet, hungry streaks across my stomach making me groan. This obviously turned him on he blew hot breath where his tongue had been retracing his steps making me shiver.

"Harry I-" I couldn't put these feelings into words, things were going on painfully slow but I didn't want to rush it either.

The slow patter of the rain was steadily beating.

His palms began to rub circles on my inner thighs, I shut my eyes tight but I knew he was watching me. Savoring each sound he got from me, each passing minute his fingers rubbed circles through the denim of my pants getting closer to my heat. I hadn't ever thought that my middle could ever beg to be touched like this.

Harry's fingers skimmed my crotch, my eyes opening and his lips twitched into a smile and a silent laugh tugged at his lips. I motioned for Harry to stand up. He towered over me, my hands reaching up to grab his shoulders fingers digging into his glowing skin, he groaned, my center throbbing, pleading to be touched once more.

We clumsily backed to the bed him pushing me down, our shadows tangled together. Harry's pace quickened, he was desperate as I was. He eased my pants down my legs his breathing hitched as I lay under him in only a bra and underwear. "Shit," he cursed.

I wanted to taunt him, I scampered away going to the top of his bed.

"A game of chase eh?"

He raced after me, there wasn't far to go I grabbed onto his headboard and felt large hands grab my thighs making me moan. I turned over as Harry looked at me smiling, his eyes were darker, lusty. "Be mine." Harry breathed, my eyes closing as kisses ran along my thighs to my center. He made me squirm with anticipation.

Curls tickled the inside of my thighs, his breathing was now puffing out into me, "Ahek." I said, I don't know what that noise was but Harry laughed merging with the quiet patter of the rain.

I felt sweaty palms unhook my bra in one swift motion and the clothing was discarded along with my pants and shirt. Things began to speed up, the temperature began to rise. I couldn't take this anymore,

"Harry strip." I ordered.

Above me he removed all clothing he had, this was getting fucking serious.

Harry's naked body was above me making me shutter. The rain still hit against the roof making the air seem to cool down. I couldn't remove my eyes from Harry. He was actually, was he? I don't know, but his face was splashed with pink. He was blushing. I was too, but that was understandable.

Harry's actions slowed down as he hooked my panties and slid them down his eyes on my middle the entire time.

"So fucking beautiful." He breathed.

"Was Ally fucking beautiful too?" Where the hell did that come from, I looked at Harry's his eyes rooted on mine.

"She was pretty, but nothing more you understand me."

I looked away, he called her pretty.

"I'm not going to lie to you, you know we've done the deed multiple times but right now you are here with me and she isn't. She isn't mine, your mine, at least I want you to be. I dream you to be."

I dream you to be.

The words on replay on my mind. I hadn't noticed the golden square that Harry had pulled from his bedside table. Condom. Duh, he unwrapped it and I watched as he slid it on.

I closed my eyes, instead of him burying inside me it was a finger.

"You, you're so we-"

I cut him off hearing the words made me feel all weird, because I wanted him so badly. "Don't say it." I warned. Harry dismissed it and curled his fingers, my back arched but not from pleasure. It didn't feel good, it felt strange. I thought foreplay was supposed to be amazing. "Harry I don't like that feeling."

"You are a virgin, aren't you?"

I nodded, "I am."

"I had a feeling, it's okay, it's all right, I'll be careful."

He fingers went in and out of me for a bit until it felt good, I let broken moans escape my lips, Harry's smirk widening knowing it was starting to feel good. The motion felt so nice, not nice, mind blowing. He brought me to the edge a knot bubbling in my stomach and he removed his touch.

"Shit." I shot up too look at him. He raised his fingers to his lips tasting, I stuck my tongue out. Gross. I mean I've heard of guys and girls doing that but I guess some can get into it other can't.

"What?" He said. I smiled he kind of sounded like the wolf from Shrek.

He laid me back down applying wet kisses to my neck sucking I let my nails glide down his back. His warmth brushing against mine, making me yell out. Several hickeys were going to be displayed on my neck tomorrow like a canvas. His canvas.  

The rain began to pick up drumming like a good beat.

"Are you ready?" His raspy accent asked me making me completely and utterly shattered. He didn't go all crazy with foreplay, for some reason I don't think I would have handled the anticipation if he had.

I couldn't speak as his lips connected with my neck, all I could do was nod.

"Okay then." he moaned as lowered my hands and squeezed his bum.

 

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