You're All I Ever Wanted And More....

My name's Janelle. I'm 16 year's old and I go to high school in New York City. My brother is the most popular guy in school. He gets all the girls along with his 4 best friends. You see, everyone cares about Harry Styles but when it comes down to me, Janelle Styles... I could kill myself and not one person in my school would notice or even worse care. My brother doesn't want to ruin his rep so just like everyone else he bully's me. I just deal with it.. because he's my brother. His 4 best friends use to be my best friends as well. I was always closer to Zayn. He always understood me and helped me. But now that they're all grown up, I'm nothing but a stupid little junior.

***THE BOYS ARE NOT FAMOUS IN THIS***

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19. Chapter 16

(2 days later... wednesday)

***Janelle's POV***

I slammed the door to my house behind me. 

"Janelle?!" My mom called out for me. I dropped my bag on the floor and ignored her. I walked directly  into the kitchen. "Get your fucking ass over her!" She pulled on my arm. I pushed her away from me.

"LEAVE US! GO BACK TO DAD! WE'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU ANYWAYS!" I screamed at her. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to respond to me. But she didn't. "Why mom? Just fucking tell me why." I slammed my fist on the kitchen counter. "WE SAW WHAT HE DID TO YOU!" I cried out.

"Baby you don't understand." She cupped my face. I pulled away from her grip.

"Don't fucking touch me." I growled. "I'm staying somewhere else. I don't want to be around you." I shoved past her and started walking up to my room.

"No you're not. YOU'RE 17 AND YOU'RE MY DAUGHTER! I TELL YOU WHAT TO FUCKING DO!" She screamed from the bottom of the steps.

"YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT?!" I shouted before I locked myself in my room. I wiped tears from my cheeks and grabbed bags. I packed in all my clothes, make-up and necessities. There was a few pounds on my door. "Fuck off." I snapped.

"Janelle, it's Harry." He sounded really stuffy as if he's been crying. I opened the door slowly. He pushed past me and sat on my bed. I closed the door and locked it.

"What?" I stared at him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Get out. Just go. I'm leaving. You'll see me at school but I'm leaving. So bye." I opened my window and tossed my bags down. I climbed out halfway before Harry grabbed my wrist. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me.

"I love you." He whispered against my neck.

"I love you too." I sighed and squeezed him against my chest.

"Don't go. Please." He begged.

"Harry, I'm not staying here with her. She's a liar. I don't even want to consider her my mother." 

"So what, we'll ignore her. I just can't be alone here." He frowned.

"Harry..." I groaned.

"Please?!" He begged.

"Fine. But only if you go get my bags from outside." I giggled.

"Okay." He shrugged and walked out of my room. I dialed Zayn on my phone.

"Babe?" He spoke into the phone.

"Just come sleep over tonight." I sighed.

"Why?" He sounded confused.

"Well, remember how I was suppose to stay over there? Ok well Harry made me feel bad." I laughed. He laughed too.

"Okay, I'm coming now. See you in a few." He hung up. Harry dropped my bags near my closet and pulled me downstairs. I sat on the kitchen counter. He pulled out two frozen burgers and put them too cook.

"Yum." I licked my lips. He laughed and flipped the burgers until they were fully cooked. 

"Zayn's here." My mom croaked from the living room. He walked into the kitchen and smiled at me and Harry. He gave Harry a... whatever the hell boys do when they see each other. He kissed my cheek and hugged me. "So you guys are dating?" My mom smiled from the entrance of kitchen. I ignored her and helped Harry with our burgers. I gave one to Zayn and ate mine.

"Oh this is good Harry." I smiled at him. He shrugged and swallowed the rest of his burger.  I giggled and finished up the rest of my burger.

"I'm gonna go to bed, be good you too." Harry chuckled and made his way upstairs.

"Can we talk?" Zayn looked at me with a solemn look on his face.

"Sure." I responded to him nervously. I tossed our dishes into the sink and walked up to my room. I closed the door behind him and locked it. He sat down on my bed and took off his boots.

"Come here." He patted the space next to him. I walked over to him and sat down. He took my hand and his and gazed into my eyes.

"Your mom-"

"If this is about my mother and how she's with my dad, you can leave." I cut him off. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't.

"Look, just like I love you, she loves your dad." He exhaled.

"You love me?" I pushed the hair out of my face and left my mouth open to hang. He chewed on his lip.

"Listen to me, you can't be mad at your mom for this." He tried to convince me.

"He raped her Zayn. You have no idea what the hell you're talking about." I snapped at him.

"Don't get angry with me ple-"

"Angry?! No one's getting angry Zayn! I just think that you're being inconsiderate. My father raped my mother. He RAPED her. He forced her to have sexual intercourse. That's illegal. I don't know what the fuck she sees in him." My voice escalated.

"Janelle, please calm down." He spoke softly to me.

"He raped her! I don't know what it is that you don't get!" I screamed at him. He covered my mouth with his hand.

"I know what he did was wrong. You're mother is happy with him. Your brother pushed through and now he's okay with us dating. Why can't you be happy for your mom?" 

"Get out. Just go home Zayn. You don't get what the fuck rape means obviously." I told him with an inflamed tone as I opened my room door. He paced towards me and pushed me up against the wall.

"Your mom asked me to talk to you. I don't think she should be with him either." He softly whispered to me. He closed my room door slowly while he held me in his arms. He pressed his forehead against mine. "Don't get mad at me ever again." He whispered against my lips and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. I snaked my hands up the back of his shirt, digging my nails into his back.

"So, you love me?" I detached my lips from his.

"Janelle.. you're crazy, smart, beautiful, and so fucking weird. You have this smile that makes my heart race." He pulled my hand up to his chest and placed it over his heart. "Everything you do, makes me dizzy. It's weird, ya know? I never felt this way about a girl. Your hair always smells like Justin Bieber's perfume and every time I think about you, I always smell my pillow." We laughed together. He entwined his fingers with mine. "You have fat toes, long boney fingers and huge eyes... but that doesn't mean I don't love you... Because I do. I love you." When I looked into his eyes once again, his expression was intense, almost threatening. For a moment, I thought maybe he was angry, but before I could ponder it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. I responded immediately, surprising myself. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and I opened my mouth with a low moan.

"I love you too." I whispered into his ear.

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