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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2. Pills

Ashalee's POV

I walked and walked and walked. My mom had dropped me off in the front of the school. It was empty outside, no teenagers walking around, gossiping. Because leave it to my mother to drop me off late to school on my first day. She had to stop at that Starbucks Coffee Shop around the way from our house. Me walking to the front entrance of the school felt like a million miles.

I knew what was going to happen, I would walk up to the front desk and sign in late. Then I would ask the lady for my schedule and locker information because apparently all that stuff the school had sent had been 'lost in the mail' my dad claims. Yeah right, that's his code for I think I might of accidently thrown it away. After I ask the lady for my stuff she'll give me this look like, 'You've got to be kidding me.'.

Then I'll react, in some way, I will. My emotions were already running at an all time happy because I was going to see Jay again. When ever I got chalked up on one emotion the others seem to role in. Anger, denial, depression, then run over back to joy. Right before I stopped at the door I looked at my purse, knowing the contents inside. My pills, I have them and I'm supposed to take two everyday but I hate them because they make it official, proving I am crazy. Then I'll linger on thoughts about hating myself which is like I'm doing right now.

I pushed through the front office door. A line of other late kids stood before me, at least fifteen of them. I should have known I wasn't to be the only one late. My nerves were still on edge, Jay, did I have any classes with her? Was she to look the same? Was she going to accept me with open arms. Or was she going to let social hysteria sink and pin me away like the average teenage girl would, leaving me to rot alone for the rest of high school.

A soft voice rose up, "Mam'. Hello Miss. Sign in please."

I could feel embarrassment draining from my head, sinking deep into my feet.

"Sorry." I apologize and sign my name in. I scratched my forehead and then looked up behind me, like seven kids came in and were impatiently waiting. The lady at the front desk looked at me as if wondering why I was still standing before her.

"My...school, uh packet got lost in the mail-"

The front desk lady nodded, "Another one lost their packet, come on honey, what grade are you coming into?"

"Uh, eleventh."

"You need to be more responsible, what's your name?"

Couldn't she just look at the sheet I signed? "Ashalee York," I scooted the paper towards her and she looked at it giving me a hard look. She pulled out this file cabinet from under her desk and shifted through it until pulling a folder out. She handed me my packet.

"Thank you." I said.

"Next in line."

She blew me off, after I tried to thank her for her services. A lump formed in my throat, but the thought drowned when I saw Jay walk by in a hurry.

"Jay!" I shouted, she turned around.

"Oh my god! Assshhhhhhaaalllleeeee!"

She ran over to me and gave me the biggest hug. "Oh I've missed you soooooo much!"

She let go of me, "I really need to run though, I need to get to class. See you at lunch, yeah?"

I nodded, she blew me a kiss. Looking back every few moments or so to look back at me and wave. That's Jay, she still loves me. She is still my best friend. She is still Jay. I sighed in relief. I went to search for my locker. I found it, I was so late for my first class which was study hall in the library so I guess nobody would mind all too if I showed up late. My locker combination glided easily as I turned in the numbers and eased open.

"Gosh, I got it on my first try."

I put my backpack in it then shut the locker door and put the lock back on. So far, so good, everything's been good so far.

I looked at my purse again, pills I had to take them. I had passed by a water foundation earlier I swiftly breezed through the hall until I was the familiar fountain. I took the pills out praying nobody saw me. I took the bottle out from my purse but it fell from my hand. "Smooth move."

I talked to myself. The bottle rolled down the hall and stopped at a pair of black converse. A huge hand reached to pick it out.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." I breathed, I looked up at the keeper of my pills.

"Hi." The voice said. It was deep, like really deep, sexy some might even say. Was that a British-accent I heard? That doesn't matter right now, I had to get my bottle back. A pair of wondering green eyes began to look at the label. Shit!

I snatched away the bottle, "Sorry these are mine." I hammered out my words in a hurry. I was so obvious I hadn't wanted him to see it.

"What are those, birth control pills or something."

I laughed, I'd never done it  before, thus meaning I didn't need birth control. "These are um, vitamins."

The way I said it was so clear that I was lying.

"Sure they are." He rolled his eyes. For a second I was captivated by his eyes. SO green, so impossibly beautiful, then his hair tickled his ears and cheeks, moving as he talked. sticking out everywhere were curls that bounced.

I could see his hair, even though a beanie covered his gorgeous locks.

"I'm Harry."

The voice, that voice.

"Ashalee." I replied.

A classroom door opened, a teacher peering his head out. "Mr. Styles, if you aren't going to the bathroom I suggest you come back to class. Chatting to girls isn't part of the curriculum here and I'm sure it isn't at any other school. Get to class too young lady, we don't want to start the school year with a detention do we now?"

The man asked. I nodded my head no so furiously that my head felt just a wee bit dizzy. The man eyes Harry.

"I'm heading to the bathroom now." Harry smirked holding his hands up as if he were a criminal that just got caught. We walked down the hall in silence, the water fountains were on the other side of the hallway from the bathroom.

"See you later Ashalee." Harry smiled and walked into the bathroom. I took my pills and swigged them down with water. I checked my phone, 8:57 AM.

Shit, I was so late to class, it began twenty seven minutes ago. My mouth felt dry. I hated those pills, and I was such an idiot. Some flirty guy almost saw them, I could have gave myself away just like that and the entire school would know I was a freak in just a matter of hours.

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