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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46. Trial and Error

Harry's POV

I closed my eyes, my body sliding against the lockers and then my bum hit the cold tile floor of the school. I had never really cared if I lost a girl before because I was the one who pushed them away, but Ash, I didn't want her to go. She was the best one, my only one. I heard others whispering, the bell was to ring in some minutes. But all I could think about was my beautiful Ashalee York wasn't going to be with me anymore. She called it a break, but I had said the words, "let's take a break" many times before to know that breaks are more than likely permanent.

I felt someone's presence in front of me. Me still being in denial looked up hopeful, hoping to see Ash. It was Ally.

I huffed and stood up brushing myself off, as if I was actually dirty.

"Harry," she paused, "I'm sorry about Ashalee."

I chuckled, "No you're not." And brushed past her.

When she caught my shoulder and scanned my face, I almost saw something, compassion? Care?

"I know you were really into Ash, I've moved on Haz. If you ever want to talk call me up, okay?"

The way she said those words, sounded like she was my mum trying to comfort me after something went down.

I nodded and walked in the opposite direction, somewhat surprised when she let go of my shoulder and walked away without looking back. She gathered her friends and began chatting about whatever it was girls talk about and seemed almost normal. Not some stalker-ish girl who tried to break me and Ash apart. She hated Ash, but she cared for me, maybe she just wanted to make sure I was okay. I don't know.

I found Dawn by the bathrooms. He saw me giving me a sad look. Guess the news spread like wildfire, everyone knew me and Ash weren't a thing anymore.

Dawn's dark skin radiated in the school hallway lights. He looked so calm and ready to take me into his arms. I gave him a hug, and fisted his t-shirt like a scared kid. I didn't care who saw, I wasn't whole. Ash was my crazy, wonderful, unpredictable, untamable, girl.

"I've lost her man." I sniffed.

"Dude," but that was all Dawn could manage to say, he patted my back and peeled me from him slinging his arm around my shoulder. He was like my older brother, if I had one. There to tease me but still there to be support.

~~~

Ally sat down on the other side of the couch, her feet curled under her, holding a mug of tea. Ally had complained saying I should buy coffee but I preferred tea, always will. She had made herself some. I stared blankly at the floor.

"Harry," she began, "Ash was an idiot to break up with you."

I looked up at her, "I got jealous of her friend Brent, he was all over her and stuff and I punched the shit out of him-"

Ally cut me off, "You had every right to punch him Hazza."

"But Ally, he was gay!"

She tried to hold back a slight giggle.

"Hazza, did Ashalee tell you this, 'Brent', was gay?"

I thought back, "I think she tried once."

"Did she attempt to tell you again?" Ally edged closer.

"No, but..." I stopped, unable to say anything else.

Ally was nearly on top of me before I took notice.

"She doesn't deserve you Hazza Bear."

Her hand slid onto my chest, her hand skimmed along to my shoulder, then to my bicep, squeezing slightly.

She set her mug on the coffee table and proceeded to straddle my lap and placed her face in the crook of my neck. She slightly sucked at the skin, "But we do." She breathed. Her hands slid to my curls and lips found their way to mine. We kissed, tongues merged together, my lips dominating hers. My hands slowly rose up the back pushing her shirt up her back as well until I reached the hook of her bra.

"Please," Ally hummed.

The kiss wasn't electric, anything special. But that doesn't mean I didn't stop.

~~~

I woke up, instead of my dark haired Ashalee, like I had dreamed, there were blonde strands that adorned the pillow next to me. We were naked. We were huddled together. My naked body pressing into hers. My hands around her waist. A seductive smirk on her face, and a frown on mine.

Bloody hell.

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