(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.


45. Take A Break

Ashalee's POV

My mind was on other things, not Harry surprisingly. I didn't want to think about him. Not now. Not after he hit Brent. Harry fucking broke Brent's nose, Brent was completely scared to death about the idea of going back to school and having to face Harry again. Especially because of the fact that Brent-even though he wouldn't admit it for my sake-had a little crush on my haired lover. I was okay with the fact Brent though Harry was cute, in general both sexes, male and female, take notice to his sex appeal.

But now no amount of his beautiful looks, or constant charm, or romantic or silly gestures could make up for this. I had put my anger out on a canvas, my father seemed pleased to know I was so pissed off by Harry, we all know my father hates the guy, but he has a  valid fatherly reason. The paints I splattered over a blank canvas were ironically the ones Harry got for me, I hadn't used it much yet because for some reason I thought if I opened them the magic of that Christmas would be gone.

Any magic at all had slipped away as Harry let his fist make contact with the skin of Brent's face.

Harry wasn't to approach me in school so I decided to do it for him.. He didn't want to approach me out of the sheer nervousness out of what I would say. He probably thinks I am a ticking time bomb, I'm bipolar not a nuclear explosive waiting to destroy the whole city.

"We need to take a break Haz."

In the teenage language 'take a break' can mean a few things. I'm cheating on you and I want to stop this before you find out so I can cheat guilt free. I want to see someone else. We've been together for awhile now and you are boring me. Or in my case you knocked the shit out of Brent, what the hell is wrong with you?

I said it calm, even, smooth. On the inside I was a blazing fire, but the pills consumed earlier dulled my outward expressions.

"Love, I'm sorry. Please," he begged.

I backed away from him.

"This was just one mistake, Ash come back."

I gave him a sympathetic look, he looked pitiful. He slammed his back against the lockers.

"This isn't forever," I reassured him yet my voice was stale and void of emotion, "it's just Brent..." I trailed off.

"I'm sorry, and I apologized to him." He paused and looked up at me. "Why the hell didn't you tell me he was gay, huh? Made me look like I was a fool! A complete idiot."

His accent was completely on full display. His accent straining on the word 'idiot'.

"I tried to tell you Harry don't turn this around on me!" I retaliated.

"You've should of tried harder!"

Peers were staring at us, wondering what was to happen next.

I wasn't going to let this be my fault, it was amazing how quickly Harry had placed the blame on my part.

"I'm done." I raised my hands in defeat and gave a swift goodbye kiss to Harry on the cheek. I turned before another word could be spat. That argument seemed quick, defining, and final.

Something rose up in me as I saw blonde locks walk past me and in the direction of a certain fella I just kind-of-sorta broke up with. 


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