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.



26. Chapter 21

***Janelle's POV***

I decided not to go to school. I honestly wasn't in the mental place to be around people. Especially people who knew. That's why I haven't check my Facebook, Tumblr or Twitter. I just felt like avoiding people. People were gonna act like they cared, but I know damn well they can careless. I checked the time on the TV. It was 1, so Harry should be home within the next few hours. My aunt won't be home till 8 because she works late tonight. I covered myself in a big fluffy blanket and decided to watch a movie. I put on this movie called, "Thirteen." It was my favorite movie but watching it today, half the shit these girls do aren't even bad compared to the shit other girls do today. Every time I watched this movie it always made me mad because the girl who got her into this mess was such a bitch. Half way into the movie, I ended up falling asleep. 


I heard the door click, I didn't even know how long I was sleeping.

"Harry?" I groaned out. No one responded. "Harry?!" I called out louder. I ran to my kitchen and grabbed a knife. I tiptoed back to the living room. I covered my mouth, trying my best not to make a sound. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I froze in my position and turned around with my knife up. "OH SHIT!" I screamed out in relief. Harry grabbed my wrist.

"You okay?" He asked me.

"I called your name but you didn't even answer me." I sighed. "My heart is pounding." I dropped my arm.

"Sorry I had my headphones in." He frowned. "Zayn told me to tell you he's sleeping over tonight and that he'll be here around 8." 

"Okay, what do you want for dinner?" I asked him while making my way into the kitchen.

"Shrimp tacos." I groaned at his request. He gave me those puppy eyes.

"No. Harry don't do that." I sighed. "Fine. But you have to help." I took out a bag of shrimps from the fridge. He began to take off the shell and take out the feces in the shrimp. I started baking the shells, cutting up lettuce, tomato and grating cheese. I cooked the shrimp in a big pan and added spices and garlic. "Do you want to eat now?" I asked Harry.

"Yeah." He sat down at the dinner table. I stuffed 3 tacos, with shrimp, lettuce, sour cream, cheese and tomato. I handed him his plate. "Thank you." He smiled at me and took a bite out of the crunchy taco. I heard a small knock on the door and I turned around. I walked towards the door and opened it slowly. Zayn smiled down at me. His duffle bag was slung over his shoulder.

"Hey." He kissed my cheek. I opened the door wider, allowing him to come in. I closed the door behind him. 

"You can take your bag to my room if you want." I shrugged. He nodded and ran up to my room with his duffle bag. I also served him 3 tacos and placed his plate down with Harry's. I sat down on the coach and rested my head on a pillow. I pulled up the blanket and closed my eyes. I slept a lot today but I was still honestly so tired. 

"Babe, are you okay?" Zayn leaned over the couch and whispered in my ear. I nodded. "Wanna go cuddle?" He kissed my earlobe. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Does this mean you want me to carry you or something?" He laughed. 

"Yes." I giggled. He wrapped his arm under my legs and carried me up to my room bridal style. He kicked my door closed with his foot and put me down on my bed gently. I rolled over onto my tummy. He laid on top of me. "Ugh!" I grunted. "You're fat." I giggled.

"Shut up." He bit my shoulder and rolled off of me. He turned his face to meet with mine. I took his hand in mine. I moved closer to him and rested my head on his chest. My head rose and fell with his chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled in scent. His fingers brushed through my soft waves. Every so often he'd kiss my head. It reminded me why I've always loved Zayn. Don't get me wrong, I love the boys but Zayn.. Ugh he just... I don't know! I think its the fact that everything he does just makes my heart skip a beat. He makes my stomach flutter. I've always been in love with his chocolate brown eyes. They are so mysterious to look in but once you've made eye contact with Zayn, you cannot stop trying to take a peek. The fact that I could peek at him whenever I wanted to made me so happy. I wrapped my arm around Zayn's waist. I heard soft snores coming from behind me. I giggled and poked him.


"Don't you think you should change first?" I asked him. He groaned and kicked off his jeans. He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. I pulled the blanket over me and turned off my lamp. I wrapped my arms around my pillow and closed my eyes. I felt Zayn's big muscular arms wrap around me and pulled me into his chest.

"I love you." He whispered into my ear huskily. 


"Do you have to go?" I frowned at Zayn.

"Yes babe, I'd love for you to come with me?" He smiled at me.

"Uhmm.." I took a second to think about all the people that would attack me with questions. "No." I breathed.

"Fine. I'll see you later, bye babe." Zayn took my face in his hands and kissed me, passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into the bed.

"Don't go." I begged.

"I have to." He frowned. I sighed and kissed him again.

"Bye, i love you." I smiled at him.

"Love you too!" He blew me a kiss. I heard the door downstairs close and knew I was home alone. I tip-toed downstairs and made sure the door was locked. I sat on the couch and rested my head on the cushions. I closed my eyes and thought about what to do. I smirked and moved the couch  back against the wall, making the living room a huge open area. I ran up to my room and dug into my closet. I pulled out my ballet shoes. I wrapped up my toes, cringing at the pain I would feel later. I slipped my foot into the pink ballet shoe and laced the ties around my calf. I stood up and grabbed my ipod dock. I put my phone onto the dock and started playing, "Autumn Leaves" by Ed Sheeran. I sat down on the floor and stretched. I opened my legs into a quarter-split and stretched my arms over to my left foot. I rested my head against my knee. I repeated the same with my right foot. I reached out into the middle. I giggled at the thought of when I use to be in dance school. My teacher use to tell us, "Reach for the cookies!" I finished stretching and decided to put on "Explosions" by my favorite artist, Ellie Goulding. I closed my eyes and started swaying to the music. I stood up on my toes. I winced at the sharp pain and I knew I would be bleeding soon. I let the words speak to me as I spun in circles and swayed around the room. 


"Explosions!" I sang out. I giggled and covered my mouth realizing I sang to the song. By the time the song finished, my feet were sore. I sat on the floor and wiped the dripping sweat from my forehead. Dancing is something I've done since I was a little girl. It relieves so much stress. Well, to me anyway. I thought about it for a second. If I entered this talent show that Angelica told me about... it would look fantastic on my transcript. My dreams ever since I was in middle school was to go to Juliard. I chewed on my lip. This means... I have to go back to school. I looked at the time on my phone. It was only 10. I could make it and just go sign up. I mean, I have to face everyone sooner or later... right? I ran up to my room and hopped in the shower quickly. I did my makeup and brushed my teeth. I left my hair wavy and put on floral tights, a black jumper and black patent leather doc martens. I put on my leather jacket and a peach scarf. ( I grabbed my bookbag and threw in my keys. Luckily, my aunt lives 10 blocks away from my school so I ran. When I got there it was 11:15. I ran into the attendance office. The lady's eyes widened.

"We didn't think you were coming back for a while." She looked at me, concerned.

"Yea, well I'm here." I signed in my name and walked to the lunch room. Luckily, everyone was in class. I opened the door to the lunch room and thats it. All eyes were on me. Zayn jumped up and jogged over to me. 

"What are you doing here?" He whispered

"School." I swallowed the lump in my throat down. I walked to the table where Angelica and Krysta were at. I sat next to Angelica. They stared at me, with their jaws basically touching the floor.

"Janelle..." Angelica breathed. 

"I'm so fucking happy you're okay! I called your mom and she said you weren't there and Harry never told me anything!" Krysta wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her tightly.

"I've been with my aunt.." I sighed. 

"Harry wouldn't tell us anything. Not even Zayn. We tried to hard to get your mom to tell us where you were but she didn't even want to talk to us." Angelica frowned.

"It's cool." I shrugged. The boys sat down with their trays and as soon as they noticed me... they stared at me.

"Why'd you come?" Harry snapped.

"Sorry, I'm fucking bored at home okay Harry?" I spat at him. Zayn caressed the back of my hand with his fingertips. I calmed down. 

"Hey, look I know the boys and I were huge assholes Janelle... but you're like one of our best friends too. Not just Harry.. If you ever need us, we're here." Niall spoke softly. I smiled at him.

"Thank you Ni." I felt him rub my leg with his foot. I giggled and rested my head on Zayn's shoulder. "Angelica, I decided to try out for that.. talent show shit." I mumbled.

"Really?!" She jumped up.

"Yeah." I laughed.

"Yay! Are you gonna dance?" She asked me.

"Yeah duh." I punched her arm jokingly.


My day was full of 

"Hey Janelle, you can just chill out in class."

"Hey Janelle how are you?"

"I'm here if anything."

"It'll be okay."

Honestly, it was so fucking annoying because I've gone through so much and no one ever cared till now.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...