(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.


51. Not A Movie

Harry's POV

"Please, let me dance with you."

I handed my hand out for Ash to take it. She looked back at Jay. Jay gave her this look like 'are you sure?' but Niall grabbed her my the chin tilting her head back to his and placed a sweet kiss to her lips making her eyes flutter.

Har-Harry, I-I'm...I do-don't know." Ash stuttered. Why had I think she might have said yes? Ally was on her way back home, some junior spilled punch on her poof of a dress and she said she would be back twenty minutes tops with a backup dress. Who the hell has a backup dress? I mean this is good for me I was trying to find a way to slip from her and get to Ash and now I have it.

Ash didn't move, she couldn't look me in the eyes and kept moving her irises around unsure where to look in all honesty.

I leaned down placing my face in the crook of her neck, my hot breath fanning over her skin making her visibly shiver.

"Wh-what about Ally?"

"I don't want her."

I've never seen Ash so nervous, maybe she was dreading seeing me? She has every reason to.

I pulled her closer to me and sunk my head farther into the crook of her neck making her gasp. My breath puffed out making her shiver again.

"I only want you."

I felt her body tense a my words, not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

"Harry you confuse me." She stated.

"I'm sorry Baby." I mumbled into her warm skin.

Her hands gently wrapped around my waist, they were still cautious though. I pulled her even closer until there was no room, no space keeping us apart.

"Your dress looks stunning," I commented. She only nodded.

"Where is Brent?" I asked.

A small smile appeared, "He refused to come without a date. But all the guys here are either homophobic or the gay guys are in the closet."

This small talk needed to stop before it took over the whole night. I needed a bigger reaction out of her. Something to make her want me again.

I slid one hand down squeezing her bum slightly making her jump, when she looked up I applied a chaste kiss to her lips. She searched my eyes for something. Then her eyes closed and leaned into my warm chest. My heart speed up, a slow song gliding through the air.

"This is perfect." I breathed my towering figure gazing upon the girl in my arms. This was the girl I wanted. I was just too much of an idiot sometimes.

I don't know how long we stood like that.

"Harry Edward Styles," Ash began, a slow pink began to taint her cheeks, "I think I might..."

I pulled her chin and this kiss was a little more urgent.

"I'm in love with you Ashalee York." I expelled the words.

"You are what?" A squeaky voice rang behind me. "Harry step away from that little bipolar freak."

Ash took a few steps back.

Ally looked at me, then at Ash and squinted her eyes. He heels clacked onto the stage where a DJ booth was set up. She snatched the microphone from the DJ and opened her mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, all of you know Ashalee York, I know I do."

All eyes came upon Ash. Ashalee looked around then her eyes darted to her feet.

Ally continued, "This little slut has stolen my boyfriend and now it's payback. You all know her but do you really know her? Of course you don't. She is a bipolar. A freak. Some kind of monster inside of a hideous girl's body."

If this were a movie people would yell "BOO!" at Ally and tell her to get off the stage and she would run off the stage crying and me and Ash would embrace in a lovely kiss and everyone would clap and cheer.

But this is most certainly not a movie. People backed away from her. I heard a few girls chirp.

"Stay away from her, she might snap."

"Be careful, I've read online this people go crazy and like, kill their entire family."


I reached out to Ash, she looked at me mascara running down her cheeks. Ally had a satisfied look on her face. Everyone followed Ally, she was their blonde queen, she did have a great influence on what people thought, more than she even knows.

Jay and Niall tried to comfort her. But Ash took a few steps back , shoulders tense. People cleared a path, they looked afraid of her.

She looked at my wickedly smiling ex on the stage. "Fuck you." Ash spat.

"Go fuck yourself!" Ally smirked, with a superior smile on her face.

Ash ran towards the stage. She pushed Ally down and pinned her.

"Nobody talks to me like that you little bitch."

Ally tugged her arms from Ash's grip and slapped the girl on top of her. Ashalee's head turning with the force. Ash slapped her back, and a lot harder. My Ash stepped from her, Ally whimpering on the ground.

The principal came charging in, where the hell where you when Ally took the stage?

"What is going on here?"

The sight could fool anyone, Ally lying on the stage tears running down her cheeks and Ash hovering above her.

Ash was tugged away, Ally assisted by nearly every body in the gym. Besides Jay, Niall, and me of course. She had gotten me back like she promised, and right where I cared most. Ash.

All blame was on me in truth. If only I hadn't had sex with Ally, maybe if I listened to Ash. Maybe if I kept Ash from running away from me. She would still be in my arms or maybe even drinking fruit punch that had way too much sugar in it. But this isn't a movie and Ash had her night ruined.

Life is like a domino, if one falls down the rest come toppling over as well. I know Ash wasn't here with me, but I apologized to her. I said it so damn quiet enough nobody could hear me, "I'm sorry." I whispered.

I can imagine Ash going home and taking all the rocks out of her happiness jar, leaving it cold and empty because that's exactly how I felt.


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