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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52. Wake Up Call

Harry's POV

I stand by the security gates of the airport terminal looking at the dark haired beauty in front of me. Ashalee. I didn't know how hard this was to be. I still look back on that night when she was wearing the beautiful black dress and looked amazing in everyway. So close to her and then her feeling far away again. But now I haven't felt more distant than ever. My flight was to leave soon. I'd go back home to the life I once came from, and left. Ash was apart of this life, not that one. Maybe I could merge them together.

Prom had been two weeks ago and now all that seemed to be so far away too.

I stand there in the middle of all the buzzing. People rushing, running, yelling, talking, arguing, chatting, walking, looking, and her and I were silently absorbing each other's glances. Why did I think this would last forever? Forever is a long time.

It was like I was waking up for the first time. From a dream, a fantasy, another dimension, a different universe. Dawn was there too waiting for us to kiss each other goodbye giving us our "space" as he put it. I was to really miss Dawn. Jay couldn't make it because as soon as school got out her family headed out to the west coast to vacation. Ash hesitantly walked into my arms. Her warmth melting into mine.

"Love you." I whispered.

She just nodded, I wanted to hear her say the words too. I pulled away slightly tilting her chin up to face me. "Say it." I breathed.

She shook her head no. I pushed my lips to hers, she wasn't moving with me rejecting my kiss.

"Why won't you say it?" I questioned.

"Because," she began, "because this is one of those 'I love you' moments that mean goodbye. Like when a soldier goes off to war and he tells his family that he loves them one last time. One last t-time b-because he might not come b-back."

I pulled her close, "I am going to come back."

She shook her head no, "No you aren't. Harry we can't make empty promises."

Her words hurt, but they were true. How many loves went like this. Damn this world for separating lovers, each continent so spread apart. Vast distances crumbling invisible ties.

She leaned us and kissed me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye Harry."

Dawn came over and we shared one last bro hug. "Bye man, you bastard you're going to make me cry."

I chuckled. A monotone voice blasted through the intercom informing patrons my flight was to depart soon. Dawn and Ash began to make their way back to the front gates and the parking lot. I couldn't have her leave like this. I had to do something.

"Ash!" I yelled, "Ash come with me!"

She turned around, people had sort of begun to take interest. She came back towards me, Dawn wiped a tear from his eye trying to hurry up before someone saw.

Once again my girl was standing before me. "Ash I have to leave today, but in a few weeks you can pack up everything and I'll come and get you. Come to be with me! We can be together. We can figure something out for your senior year. Apply you at some school, we can convince your parents or just runaway with me."

"Are you asking me to elope?" She joked.

"No, no, not that. I'm not asking you to elope or anything. I just...I just...need you. Come back with me Love."

She smiled so big, she wrapped her arms around me. I buried my face in her hair.

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