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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29. Real Me

Ashalee's POV

I crawled out of our fort, half of it had collapsed because Liam had reached up in his sleep and yanked down some sheets for warmth. Zayn lay curled up in some covers and I crawled to the other side. I gasped as I see Jays head tucked neatly onto Niall's chest. His hands gripping at her waist and backside. Her face in the crook of his neck. Her hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer and their chests rose in fell in sync. Her legs moved a bit, like she was walking in her sleep but them she cleared her throat and stopped.

What was she dreaming of?

My eyes lingered a bit on Niall's hair, it was messy, I could see his roots. They were chocolate brown. Niall's hair was pressed down on his face slightly covering his left eye. Their legs were tangled together like a complicated maze. 

Louis snorted and choked on his own snore and sat up. "Mnaam."

"Well good morning to you Louis."

He looked at me and said another, "Mnaam."

"What does that even mean?
"It means shut up, I'm not fully awake yet."

I shifted and sat with my legs crossed. Louis sat up head hitting the sheets above. He looked up, "Bloody hell what is...oh wait we made a fort yesterday."

I nodded in confirming.

"Where is your boyfrieeennndddd?" Louis said making me smile, I came closer to him and put my head down on his lap. Louis looked down on me surprised, I looked deep into his eyes. They were blue gray, so pretty but I really wanted to see Harry's glowing green eyes. I longed for them but I didn't want to stalk him like Ally but I really wished I was laying my head in Harry's lap but Louis seemed like he'd be a good listener.

"Does Harry, really like me?" I sounded like a little baby. 

"Hell yeah." Louis smiled down on me I traced out Harry's name on Louis leg, he laughed because his leg hair tickled him. I looked back at him searching for any hint of lies in his voice. He sounded so sure.

"Good because I like him too."

"I can tell. You guys are good for each other."

"Thank you." I needed that, I was going to find Harry. I sat up and kissed Louis on the cheek. I crawled out through the opening, "Go get him."

I heard Louis whisper, I was going to turn around, but I was going to do what Louis said and go get him.

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Harry lay on his bed phone lying of his chest. It buzzed and I took it from his chest and sat it down on his bedside table. It was actually pretty cold. I took the sheets and pulled them over him and tucked him in like he was a little boy. He gave an appreciated groan and I coughed. I covered my mouth.

Don't wake up, don't wake up.

He didn't and I sighed, his phone buzzed again, I peaked to see who it was, the named said Ally and all the text had was a <3.

Something inside me felt so angry, so sad, I wanted to scream and cry. Another text came through.

Ally: I need you :) <3 <3 :)

How many emoticons does one fucking text need? Damn.

Harry was startled by a long sigh I let out.

"Ash, hey, good morni-"

He saw me holding his phone and shook his head.

"Where are the others?"

"In the fort."

"How many texts have you read?"

"Only two."

'Are you mad at me?"

"I can't decide on one single emotion."

"Have you taken your medication?"

"Why do you care?"

"Answer me Ash."

"No."

Harry just looked at me, ran his fingers through his curls and cupped his face. He let out a tattered sigh.

'You always catch me at bad moments, I would say this isn't what it looks like but I don't think you'd believe me."

 

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