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.



22. Chapter 19

***Janelle's POV***

I ran through the forest, searching for safety. I tripped over a rose bush. I flinched at the pain of the thorns but I got up and kept running. 

"ZAYN! HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and tried to dial Harry's number while running. I looked at the top of my screen. I had no service. Shit. I stopped by a large rock and hid. I covered my mouth, trembling. I prayed for dear life he wouldn't find me. I felt a sharp pain on my arm and I was yanked into him.

"You're mine now." He growled into my ear.

"JANELLE! JANELLE! GET UP!" Someone screamed. I jumped up. I looked down at my body. I was drenched in sweat. I threw my arms around Zayn. "It was just a bad dream." He spoke softly against me. He rubbed my back and tried to calm me down. My bedroom door busted open. Harry had a bat in his hands. I stared at him.

"Are you okay?" He put the bat down.

"Yeah.. Just a nightmare." I swallowed down the lump in my throat.

"Well Mom's with Dad telling him about what happened... they're on their way here." He mumbled.

"Why? I don't fucking want a rapist in this house! SHE'S SO FUCKIN STU-"

"Janelle. Calm down. I don't want him here just as much as you do. Zayn and I are going to be in the room, next to you. He just wants to make sure you're okay." Harry cut me off. He ran his fingers through his locks. "Just come down stairs after you shower." He left the room swiftly. I turned to look up at Zayn.

"It's gonna be okay." He smiled down at me.

"Can I be honest?" I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Of course babe." He ran his fingers through my nappy hair.

"I wanted to let you take my virginity. If this didn't fucking happen to me Zay-" I rubbed the tears away.

"Stop. You're gonna put yourself down even more Janelle. I wish this didn't happen to you, trust me. I just don't want you to keep reminding yourself about it." He sighed. I stared at his eyes. "I love you." He murmered. His voice was muffled from the pillow. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. I heard the door downstairs close and the voices of my parents.

"I guess we better go downstairs." I groaned.

"You shower, I'll go down and help Hazz with breakfast." He kissed my forehead and crawled out the bed.


"Yeah Dad. Raped." I glared at him.

"Wow hunny I'm sorry to hear that." He tried his best to sound sympathetic.

"Don't give me your fucking pity. After what you did to Mom. You think that me and Harry don't know?! Cause let me fucking tell you somethi-" 

"Janelle!" My mother cut me off. I took a deep breath. Zayn placed his hand on the small of my back.

"Don't fucking interrupt me. Can I say what I need to say? Dad, you disgust me. I don't know why you're here. You're a rapist yourself. I don't need your comfort. I'm okay. What happened... happened. I don't know why mom told you. I understand you're my father but YOU walked out on us. YOU raped mom." I chewed on my lips and closed my eyes for a quick second. It felt amazing to get that out.

"Janelle... Harry... Your father and I, we're getting married." My mother had a worried look on her face.

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