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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6. Watching Her

Harry's POV

Ash looked down at her laptop, then glanced at me. I was looking at her, her lips looked so, I don't know. I never got this with Ally. I tried to recall getting this feeling with another girl. This was the first time I was the one sneaking glances at a girl, wondering if she liked me. I was right out staring at her, her head moved.

I quickly acted as if I was looking at the paper bag holding my cake pops. I knew she saw me, but to add it to illusion that I wasn't looking at her lips, I pulled out a cake pop and took a small bite savoring the taste. It was so sweet it burned my tongue. Ash picked up her coffee, I could smell it from here, like caramel, she took off the cap and there laid a mountain of whip cream. I watched take her finger and twirl it in the whip cream, then she slid it into her mouth. I fidgeted a bit. Thoughts ran through my mind, dirty thoughts. She put the lid back on and took a huge sip from her coffee. She smacked her lips as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. 

She glanced up from her laptop, "What's that?"

"Cake pop. It's a ball of cake on a stick covered in frosting and sprinkles," I looked at the confection, "you must think me childish." I smiled.

"No I savor whip cream like it's ice cream." her voice still sad.

"Why are you skipping school?" I asked, slightly happy she did, so I could talk to her. If I had of gone to school, I wouldn't of seen her. We only have lunch together, I only spent that one with her so my mates wouldn't get suspicious of my puppy love crush thing. Of course we don't have any classes together, she's a junior I think, I'm a senior.

"Rain makes me sad so I don't go, I mean on extremely rainy days like this. The school knows, they weren't happy but they don't want me causing a scene."

She took another glance at my cake pop. What did she mean, cause a scene? I didn't put to much thought in it.

"Want one?" I asked amused. "I bought two." I said kind of teasing.

"I was hoping you'd offer." 

I handed her other one, her face brightened up. Happiness seemed to be pouring from her eyes. She gushed, "Oh thank you Harry. This is yummy. I should buy this next time, oh this rain isn't so bad I guess. If you don't have rain farmers can't grow crops we eat you know. Then the world would be tipped off of it's feet." She smiled in between bites. Soon the little, white plastic stick was being held in her mouth by her teeth.

I chuckled, she looked at me,

"Oh my gosh Harry. I'm sorry you had to see that. It's like...I don't know, didn't mean to go crazy like that. Sugar makes me un-sad from all this rain."

I nodded focusing on the plastic stick that moved as she talked, I watched her lips form words. She took another big sip of her coffee and nervously typed on her computer. I didn't care, I thought that was insanely cute, and slowly I sipped my tea, it burned my throat. Just what I needed, I could feel the cinnamon on my breathe making me tingle. I took another sip, my body warming, I was almost dry from the rain, my curls still plastered on my face but they were drying. Every few seconds Ash would look up at me, then at her computer then me again. I wanted to know what she was looking at.

I got up and came around to her side of the table, she was checking her e-mail, it looked the person who sent it was named, Dr. Maidia. Was Ashalee sick? She slammed the laptop shut, "Privacy."

"Sorry, you kept looking up at me I thought you found something embarrassing of me on the internet."

"No. I just like your eyes, they're amazing."

She said it so calm, like it was what normal, casual, which we both knew wasn't the case. I pulled my chair over to her side, and sat next to her, "Maybe I should get closer," I took the plastic stick from her mouth and set it on the table. She was paying close attention. I came closer and closer, I could sense the nervousness that spilled out from her.

I leaned in closer, and closer until I could smell the caramel from her lips.

"You smell like cinnamon," she mumbled.

"You smell like caramel." I replied. I could feel something tingle I had to kiss her.

I leaned in her eyes on my eyes and as I closed then I felt skin. Not our lips touching but her hand touching the exposed skin slightly on my shoulder.

"No thank you." She said.

She snatched up her laptop and coffee. I was giving this girl my affections and she denied them. That's a first.

As I drove home I let my tea get cold. I would heat it back up later. I tried to convince myself she was playing hard to get, she was teasing me. But I could tell by the certainty in her voice that wasn't the case. She just didn't want to kiss me. What had I done to make her reject me? I thought back. I promised I'd text her and I never did, maybe that's why she was upset. When I got back to my apartment I sent her a text message. "Hey Ash." I couldn't think of anything else to say. It was about eight o' clock at night when she responded back. "Hi."

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