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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2. Chapter 2

***Janelle's POV***

The sun rays seeping in from my window stood on my face. I fluttered my eyes open and comed my fingers through my hair. I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. My thoughts fluttered back to last night. Shit, I probably have to clean! I hopped out of my bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. I ran down my stairs and found Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis sleeping on the couches. I frowned and poked Zayn. 

"Morning.." He mumbled.

"Zayn get up. I have to clean be-"

"I'll help you." He rubbed his eyes. There was always this thing about Zayn that never made me hate him. He was sweet outside of school. Even in school, his comments to me would be rude but he'd always wink at me signaling he's just joking. 

"I um.. I'll be right back!" I ran back up to my bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly. I tied my hair back into a pony tail and cleaned my face. I ran back downstairs to find Zayn picking up the red and black plastic cups from the floor around my house. I looked at the time. Okay we're good. Mom won't be here for another 2 hours I worked on cleaning the dishes that had been dirtied. Muscular arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me in for a hug.

"Good morning sis." Harry muttered. I ignored and continued scrubbing the dishes. I dropped a plate and it shattered on the floor. Harry wrapped his arms around me and lifted me to sit on the counter. "Stay there." 

"No Harry its fine. Go clean around the living room and make sure it looks spotless." I hopped down from the counter. I found a pair of flip flops and slipped them on. I picked up each glass carefully and threw it into the trash. 

"So how was your night?" Zayn snuck up behind me. I jumped.

"Oh. It was.. cool." I shrugged.

"What did you and the girls do?" He twirled his fingers in my long pony tail. 

"Nothing. We shopped. I got some high-waisted jeans and a cute pair of sneakers." I smiled and moved back to the sink. I scrubbed more dishes. He climbed on the counter and grabbed an apple.

"We should hang out today. We haven't talked in a while." He smirked.

"Uh. Wouldn't people see us? I mean ya know... You're really popular and than I'm just here. No one likes me. About 98% percent of the people that go to our school don't even know I'm Harry's sister." I bit my lip.

"Oh yeah I forgot. How about I rent movies and we just chill in your room? You know I make amazing popcorn." He poked my arm, teasing me. I smiled up at him and nodded. He hugged me and ran off to the living room. I finished the dishes and made my way up to my room.

"Thanks for the help." Harry kissed my cheek. I shoved him away from me. He gripped onto my wrist. "Janelle.." He whined.

"You're so fucking inconsiderate. I hate you." I pulled away from him and stormed into my room. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. I sat on my bed and stared at the pictures that covered my wall. There were so many of Angelica, Krysta and I. I walked over to them and ran my fingers over this special one of me and all the boys. I sighed. I'm not good enough... Am i? I wiped a tear from my eye. There was a knock on my door. I walked over to it and opened the door slowly. Zayn smiled down at me with movies in his hand.

"You pick?" He handed them to me. I scanned through the movies quickly.

"You know how much I love this movie." I held up Despicable Me. He chuckled. "Come in." I opened my door more and let him in. He sat on my bed as I shut the door behind him. I crawled into my bed and snuggled under the sheets. "Put the movie in." I whimpered. He popped in the disk to my DVD player and turned on my T.V.

"Mind if I come under there?" He tugged at the blanket.

"Mmm... No come on." I moved over and let him under the blanket. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I placed my hands on his chest, keeping a distance between us. "Uhm Zayn..." I chewed on my lip.

"I thought you'd want to cuddle... urm... sorry." He let me go. I giggled and moved away from him. I turned my back towards him and watched the movie.

...

Half way into the movie, Zayn and I shifted so that my head was resting on his chest. He played with my long light brown hair.

"I miss your curly hair." His voice was soft and soothing. 

"I sure as hell don't." I giggled. He laughed and pinched my cheek. "Ow?" I sarcastically groaned in pain. "Zayn... Can I ask you something?" I turned my body to face him. He looked down at me and nodded. "Why does Harry hate me so much?" His eyes locked with me.

"He doesn't." His thumb ran across my cheek. "He's jealous of you." 

"Why? I'm not perfect like him. He's beautiful and he gets all the girls. I'm too skinny and I look like I have a disease." I muttered. My eyes started to water.

"He's jealous because you're the perfect child. You get good grades, your mom loves you, and all that. And please Janelle. You're beautiful." He chewed on his lip.

"I'm not a perfect child. I have nothing better to do with my fucking life Zayn. I sit in my room all the time because he... he just makes me feel like complete shit." I wiped tears from my eyes. "It's like if I didn't exist everything would be better." I sobbed into Zayn's chest.

"Janelle... P-please don't cry." He stuttered. He rubbed my back gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into the crook of his neck. 

"Zayn... I'm gonna... uh... I need to go to Krysta's or Angelica's. I'm sorry." I ran to the bathroom and waited. I heard my door close and peeked my head out from my bathroom door. He was gone.

...

"Janelle... Mom's home." Harry knocked on my door.

"Mmkay." I dragged myself out of bed. I looked up at Harry. His eye's were swollen and red. I ignored him and ran downstairs.

"JANELLE!" My mom's face lit up when she saw me. I ran towards her and threw my arms around her.

"I missed you so much mom. How was Bimini?" I asked her. Her best friend and her went to Bimini for vacation.

"It was beautiful hun. How's everything?" She asked me. I shrugged.

"It's okay." I forced a smile. Harry sat on the couch and rested his feet on the coffee table. I sat next to him and twirled my fingers around a curl. "I like this curl. It's like goldilocks." He turned his face to me.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. I turned to face mom and smiled at her.

"So hows school?" She asked us.

"Good." Harry smiled at her. I looked down into my lap.

"Janelle?" My mom's voice sounded shaky.

"Huh?" My eyes met with hers.

What's wrong? She mouthed to me. I shook my head. She had no idea what Harry did to me at school. She didn't know that every day I get bullied and humiliated by my brother. She doesn't know that I wish I didn't exist. I fake yawned.

"I'm going to bed." I mumbled and made my way up to my room. Sometimes I felt like I was just a mistake. A huge mistake.

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