(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.


14. Won't Talk

Harry's POV

I was sick of her changing the subject. But why do I care? I mean, if it was someone like Ally I wouldn't give a damn. But this wasn't Ally, this was Ash, Ashalee, the girl of many secrets. Maybe it wasn't many secrets just that one. Did she have a terminal illness, was she born that way, whatever way it was. We took Jay's car, mine parked on the same curb like last night. My mustang was small, it could fit all of us, but I had tons of crap in the backseat. Not really crap, but an old Spanish guitar that sometimes I mess around with strumming cords that I make up. I had some papers which I never really went through back there too, can't remember what they are for but I'm too lazy to move them.

We all filed into Jay's Nissan Quest. Ash sat in the passenger seat with Jay nervously tapping the steering wheel as we pull up to a stop sign. I was forced to take the backseat behind them and I sat on the left side, so I could steal glances of Ash. My phone went off, it was a blocked number but as soon as I read the text I know who it's from.

Hey Harry Baby,

I was wondering if we could meet up, chat, I want to hear that sexy voice of yours. Maybe we could get reconnected in more ways than one. I still love you and I know you love me. We need to fix us.


Love. I never loved Ally. I texted her back, 'Ally I know it's you. We were never an us, just me and you. Different people, we are different people. Not meant to be together, move on because I sure have.'

It was mean, I know but she'd been getting on my nerves. I didn't want to think about it, but that night when I drove down from Ash's house I saw an unfamiliar car parked in my usual parking space. At my apartment door there stood an Ally there wearing this trench coat. I tried to push past her, long story short she stood there taking her trench coat off and she had on nothing but lingerie. Sickening. She was obsessed with me.

I watched Ash's face looking for something. Anything in her face. She had a blank expression, like just normal. Unreadable. I looked at how her stray hairs flew here and there every now and again. She turned around once to look at me, she didn't smile, just to look at me.

. . .

We walked up to the counter Mile's warm grandma smile greeting us. "Each of my very special regulars are here today. What can I get you?"

Jay ordered first it took her awhile to decide on what she wanted, "Maybe I'll have a slice of that lemon pound cake, wait no I'll have, change that."

She ended up getting a hot chocolate and some spice cookies. I motioned for Ash to go, not really wanting to talk until she told me what she was hiding. She had the right not to tell me, but she can't kiss me one moment, nearly go all the way, then just like close up.

When she told me to go ahead Miles smiled telling me what I was going to say,

"Let me guess, you want cinnamon tea with a fresh cinnamon stick in it and two cake pops."

I nodded, "But instead of vanilla cake make it chocolate."

"Trying to change it up on me?" Miles joked.

"Yeah." I rubbed the back of my head, curls shaking back and forth.

Miles leaned over the counter, "Cheeky boy," she cooed and grabbed my cheek like a grandmother would.

Jay and I waited for Ash to order, "I'll have the same as Harry." she smiled. One of those smiles you give your crush when you talk to them for the first time, cheesy and way too big. First she wants to push me away, then get me all aroused, then push me away, then once again act all close. What the hell?

Miles turned around and handed the order to a co-worker. We all paid in separate and sat at a table in the corner. Jay's mother called and she excused herself from the table to go and talk. Ash placed a hand on my inner thigh and began rubbing up and down, getting closer and closer to my,

"Stop it." I grunted, the horny male inside me didn't want her to stop, but the other side of me wanted her to drink her tea as was I going to.

She pulled away, and held the tea up to her lips. We heard a shriek. I turned to see Miles fall to the ground clutching her chest. A young male behind the counter yelled, "She's having a heart attack call 9-1-1!"

Nearly every patron pulled out their phone I turned around to do the same, Jay came running in.

"What's wrong with Mil-"

"She's having a heart attack." Ash whispered. Her tea trembling in her hands. A tear ran down her cheek I reached out to brush it away. She got up from the table and ran outside. I went after her.

The paramedics came very quickly we watched Miles get pulled onto a stretcher. Ash ran to the Nissan and tried to open it but of course it wouldn't open Jay had the keys. She yanked at the door, pulling at it.

"Get me out of here!" she screamed.

She slumped down on the asphalt crying. I went to go touch her, comfort her,

"Stay away from me!" she yelled.

Her lips trembling, I backed away. Jay pushed past me, it was like Ash couldn't decide if she was sad or angry going back a forth. Jay cradled her laying on the asphalt. What was going on, Jay whispered something to Ash. I didn't know what to do I felt so useless standing here not knowing what was happening.

Ash said out loud, "My parents are getting more this evening, I have none left." but she was responding to Jay not to me.

Was she talking about pills? The bottle was empty.

"I need to lie down." Ash says looking at the ground.

"We will get you home." Jay reassured her.

. . .

Ash lay there on her bed crying in her sleep. Me and Jay watched her.

"Harry do you like her?" Jay said, eyes not on me, looking at Ash's body shake as tears flooded down her cheeks creating a puddle on her pillow.

"Yeah, I guess."

"No. I need to know an exact answer."

"Yes then."

"I need to tell you something about her."


"She's bipolar." 

It hit me like a hammer. "Oh." I couldn't say anything else, that's all I could manage to say.

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