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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50. To Be Seen

Ashalee's POV

It was here. Prom. Normally on the last day of school half the school skips it and the chumps who do come enjoy the classroom only being half full. But to encourage students to come to school (in effort to raise school spirits) prom is on the last day of school. In order to be admitted into prom you have to be in school that day. So on the last day of school  the halls are full and instead of a laid back class only half full classes are teaming with life.

Girls chat about their dresses and brag if their date or parents got them a limo. The guys brag about who their going to knock up as soon as the event is over or possibly in the janitor's closet half way through it.

Jay and I were going together. Of course. Her lover was in Europe, and mine wasn't into me anymore, as if he even truly was. He kind of disproved that theory when he fucked Ally.

I had a black dress, I didn't want to be like all those people in those puffy pink dresses or sea foam green dresses with enough sparkles on it as if some unicorn came and threw up all over it.

My dress was different, it contrasted to my skin well, it popped out more. It was spaghetti strapped and had ruffled accents on the torso. The black dress came down to my knees, shorter than the average prom dress but I didn't look slutty. I prefer to say it looked more like a vampire gothic wedding dress. But not so gothic to where it would pin me as a "goth chick".

The lacey and lighter outer skirt covered the pain black skirt. The ends of it uneven coming down at different lengths. It looks wrong but so wrong that somehow it just looks absolutely perfect.

Mascara caked on my eyelashes, courtesy of Jay. She says it makes my eyes pop more and goes well with them theme of my dress.

I let her do my makeup. Apparently in junior school I promised she would do my makeup for prom. I don't remember that but she insists I did.

"Your eyelashes look so long and pretty, your eyes just explode. 'Look at me' is what they say!" Jay says evaluating her work. She applied slight blush to my cheeks making them rosy and then rose colored lip gloss.

"You look amazing girl," she breathed, "I should be a makeup artist." She began to boast.

Jay had on this amazing dress. It was black at the top and at her torso it flowed out into this light pink dress flowing down to feet. She looked like something from a fairytale. He hair curled, but not like crazy, more wavy. But not too perfect, it was perfectly messy. Eyes framed by light mascara and her lips matched the pale pink of the skirt of the dress.

I felt stunning, and Jay looked the part as well.

My mom and dad harassed us like paparazzi like any traditional parent should. I think my mom was a little disappointed that I didn't have a date, my father didn't like Harry but I think he was a bit disappointed too. They shouldn't worry I have next year.

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As we pulled up to the school the thumping of the music could be heard. We stepped into the gym that had been redecorated to match the theme, "A Moment in Time". Clocks made by the art department hung on every inch of the walls and the room was clouded in black and white. Everyone else (besides me) all looked out of place in our colorful outfits. (The guys looked fine though they were in tuxes.)

Jay looked at me, "Looks like you were the only one too dress according to the color scheme," she joked.

"I didn't know there was one." I said looking down at my dress, I could blend in against the walls, nobody could spot me. I wasn't in some puffed up hot pink mess. My shoes were silent as well, me choosing black DMs instead of overly high high-heels that clack with each step.

Instead of blending Jay pulled up to the middle of the dance floor, of course we couldn't blend, Jay wasn't like that. She had to be seen. She looked stunning, of course everyone goes to prom to be seen. Green eyes glared at me across the dance floor as me and Jay began to sway to the music playing. The only person who I didn't want to see me had.

He held Ally by the waist, her face cuddled in his chest. Her blonde hair curled so disgustingly perfect and her dress looked as if a unicorn had his friends all come and throw up on it. Harry looked miserable. Jay was about to say something about it when a blonde male pulled her away and grasped her from behind.

"Hey! Who are-" she paused.

"Niall!" She giggled, he pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her. How romantic. He had come all the way from Ireland so surprise her and be here for her prom. I smiled, this was just too sweet. I pulled out my phone from my small purse and took a picture of them in a innocent lip lock.

Niall looked up, "Send that to me, yeah?"

I nodded.

"Send that to me too." Jay said, but her eyes completely captivated by the boy in front of her.

I turned around bumping into someone, "Sorry." I began until I saw the curls covering his face. He looked me in the eyes.

"Please, let me dance with you." he asked.

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