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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33. Peppermint Air

Ashalee's POV

Later on that morning there was a Curly at my front door. He gave me the sweetest, slightest kiss on the cheek on account that my father was watching our every move. My mother thought it was the sweetest gesture. She began to bore Harry with details about how when her and my dad had first met he would do the same little gestures me and Harry mimic towards each other.

I gripped onto Harry's shoulder giving him a warning look. I can't believe my mom didn't ever really get as pissed off as dad that day he caught me. I guess she sometimes sees what she wants...doing acts with Harry after Dawn's party.

My mind flashed back to Dawn's party, I wanted him to handle me like that. I wanted to his lips to touch me neck and to graze me.

Whoa, where was this coming from? I don't know but something about his large hands made me want him even more. My parents asked Harry if he wanted some hot chocolate, but I ushered him out the door. I wrapped a scarf around me as my mom waved and my father gave Harry this eye like 'stay the fuck away from her pants'.

"Hey. I could have gone for some hot chocolate!"

Harry complained. It was perfect, snow came down is soft patches and white heaven engulfed the street. I pushed Harry down, the hat he was wearing flew off in the snow and his own hair got tangled with the slush beneath us.

"What are you doing?" Harry questioned, I lay on top of him. I didn't know what I was doing. I lay my head on his chest and breathed in  frost bitten air. Harry wrapped a hand around me and we didn't talk except for our breathing circulating around in the peppermint, Christmas air.

"Everyone is at mine and I want to give you presents 2 and 3."

I didn't move, Harry didn't either. He wasn't rushing, he was just suggesting in case I wanted to get up from the snow. But both of us didn't want too. My dad peeped out the front window and tapped on the glass. My mother's perfectly manicured hand reached into the window and yanked my dad away. Harry laughed. That accent was sexy.

"Okay." I say and got up, he led me to his mustang and I felt around in my pocket feeling for Harry's gift. My hand held onto it and I smiled to myself.

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