(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.


36. More than Cake

Ashalee's POV

When we came to Harry's apartment I texted my parents saying I was at Jay's. I only lied because I didn't want them to freak out if I didn't come home tonight. I would have to call Jay later and have her cover for me.

I watched as Harry put his key into the lock. I could see through his shirt the way his muscles expanded and contracted with each movement he made. His long fingers wrapped around they key, and his extremely large hands became laced with a few veins, they popped out. I wanted to run my hands along them and trace them.


It was just me and Harry and some cake (or at least what was left of it, Niall ate most of it). I sat on Harry's kitchen counter legs crossed as I sat on the counter a plate a piece of cake sitting in my lap. My fork scrapped along the plate then finally I stopped screwing around and took and a piece. It took awhile for me to swallow each piece. This cake tasted sweeter then I remember. I looked up at Harry who was leaning on the counter on the other side, he hungrily smacked and gave me a glance.

He smiled, un-chewed frosting and cake bites covered his teeth. He was trying to gross me out, it worked but it was still sweet. He went back to chewing focusing on his cake. As he looked down cocoa curls covered his eyes and he pushed them off of his forehead but they just fell back and he gave a little sigh.

I took my legs from underneath me and let them dangle from the counter top. I swung them back and forth the back of my shoes hit the back of the cabinets and Harry looked up. I was annoying him a little so I stopped.

"Sorry." I apologized.

He gave a slight smile. Once again this was only 'sweet'. Everything between us was 'sweet'. Like this cake. I wanted this relationship to be more than sweet, sweet is boring. Sweet is what you want when you are eighty and have been married for a long time, I wanted passion. Those feelings of wanting Harry never left, he had to be mine.

He set his plate in the sink to be washed later and groaned, he was tired.

He came towards me and nudged my cheek with his, sweet.

He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, sweet.

He hugged me, sweet.

All this sweetness was going to make me throw up!

"If you don't want to finish that I can do a little something about it." Harry teased.

I took some frosting and draped it on my finger I raised it up to show him. He raised an eyebrow. I sucked on the frosting trying to be as sexy as I possibly could and took my finger from my mouth with a suggestive smirk.

"What are you doing Ash?" Harry catching on.

I wrapped my legs around him leaning back, pulling him with me. We kissed, this one rough. Nothing sweet or innocent about it. I buried my tongue into his mouth making him pull back gasping for air.

"You don't know what you do to me. I try not to act like an animal when I'm with you."

Harry untangled himself from my legs, "I want to do this right."

I jumped from the counter pushing him up against the wall, "Then don't stop me."

He leaned down kissing me, determined to last as long as he possibly could before having to draw in more air. A leg wrapped around him, my leg, pressing into him. This was like that night after Dawn's party, this was like when my dad caught us but now nobody could stop us.

My nails clawed into his shoulder blades making him pant. His hips rolling against mine, everything inside me screamed for him to keep going. He puffed air into my mouth, his breathe tasting like cake, mine did too.

I grabbed onto him my breathes shorter each time his hips met my middle.

"Harry," I looked at him.

"If you want me to stop I can."

"I wasn't going to say that."

"You are overestimating my self control."

I felt his bulge press into me on my inner thigh. I felt him laugh nervously. For someone who's done 'it' tons of times, he was acting like this was his first time.

"Who said anything about self control?" My teeth bit gently on his lower lip, he hardened even more.

My hands rode under his flimsy shirt squeezing is chest making his moan louder than I though possible. He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

"Come on." He pleaded, so desperate. "I need this...I need you." He grabbed my hand and he dragged me towards his room.

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