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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3. Wanna Know

Harry's POV

That girl I saw earlier, her name is like...Ashalee right? Man, she was freaked out about that pill bottle. Now I want to find her, rip the bottle from her hands, and read the label. I hate when someone hides something from me, it makes me want to know what it is so bad. Same way with girls, when they play hard to get in drives me INSANE!

I sat there going from class to class. Man this school is just as boring as it was back in Cheshire. I'm on exchange, I never had gotten the best marks or anything, I mean I wasn't stupid or anything but I was like any other student. I didn't get constant A's and what not like one of my best mates Liam. I missed Li, he's down back in Wolverhampton. Sometimes I think I was placed in the exchange program so my teachers could get away from my constant pranks and 'misconduct'. I basically drew the day out listening to teachers welcoming us in class, telling us this is going to be a delightful year. Yeah sure it was. I had been here in this school in the states for my second year now. I had good mates here but I missed my friends back in England, even one of them lived way off in Ireland. I tapped my pencil on the desk eyeing the clock waiting for lunch.

A piece of paper hit the back of my head. I turned around. It was Ally. We dated and maybe, had sex a few times. I broke up with her, she was as clingy as dryer lint to my clothes. She was sitting behind me. I had seen her sitting there and that was the only available seat, she hadn't said anything to me until now. I thought the summer break had let it simmer down in her stomach that we weren't meant to be together. I picked up the paper from the floor rushing to get it open before the bell rang. The clock was at thirty seconds now.

Hey Harry baby.

Now that we've spent the summer apart you'll realize what you've lost. I am everything you will ever need. Meet me ten minutes before lunch ends in our special place.

Love, Ally xx

I crumbled up the paper, why did I always get tied up with girls who weren't any good for me. I mean I was a bit of a player, but I want that girl who I can have my kiss in the rain with. I've always dreamed of that, a girl who is fiery, can be the sunshine when it's storming. Ally was cute, but too happy too clingy and she didn't complete me. When the bell rang I made a B-line for the door. I heard Ally's squeaky voice call me name, it was so annoying.

"Harry baby where ya' going?"

Why did I ever get myself tied in this mess. I drifted through the crowd of people trying to make it to the lunch room. I was hungry and sick of Ally's constant prying. She had gotten international calling to try and contact me when I went back home to Holmes Chapel over the summer to try and 'fix' our 'strained' relationship she says. Why cant she see I wasn't interested. Sometimes I did feel bad for stringing girls along, and I probably deserved it but come on. I'm in my senior year, not to use my gender as justification for my actions but I think all males are some what like me, or at least they dream about it.

I skimmed over the food in the lunch line I wasn't in the mood for any of that fake ass pizza they had dished out today. I didn't want any of that food, I should have brought some of that leftover take out I had last night. I sat down at a table alone. Soon some of my mates came from the lunch line as well, they played on the American football team, it is so weird, in America they call football...well football when your're not even aloud to use your feet except when you kick it over that giant fork thingy. I 've never gotten into it like the rest of my peers, they seem to breathe it. This school is called the Kalik High Cobras. Every time the Cobras go to play a game the entire school seems to come to life. Any other day it seems dead but so far the Cobras are undefeated, pretty impressive for a sport in which the name is called wrong. How I wished to play a game of REAL football, or as these yanks call it: soccer, with my mate Louis again.

The quarterback Dawn sat down next to me, "Hey man." His American accent flooding my ears.

His dark skin glowed, he had gone to this special football camp over the summer and basically he thinks he is good enough to be a professional.

"Hey Haz," he greeted me again when I didn't respond the first time.

"Hi."

"Where's your lunch man?"

"Didn't want to eat that fake shit in there." I motioned towards the lunch line.

"Oh man, I was about to offer you some of my taco but I know this stuff isn't exactly gourmet."

I laughed, "You're telling me."

I listened to him and my other few mates I'd gathered up in my time here. Then I saw mystery pills girl and a friend of hers I guess joined at the hip walking up towards the lunch line. I was still curious about the contents of that little orange bottle. Aw who am I screwing over, I wanted to see the girl.

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