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.



28. Chapter 23

***Janelle's POV***

"So..." I mumbled to Niall. My brother and Zayn had left us alone to go... I don't even know honestly, they just left me.

"Yeah?" Niall laughed. I smiled at him.

"We haven't... ya know, talked in a while."I shrugged.

"I know... I can't believe we were such dicks to you. You know I usually never let popularity get the best of me, but I just don't know what happened. It felt good to be noticed." He sighed.

"Oh... I guess I understand." I shrugged again. 

"So how are you feeling?" Niall put his hand on mine. I shivered at his touch. 

"Fine." I muttered. 

"How do you really feel? You can talk to me Janelle." He turned my face with his finger, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

"Just scared." I closed my eyes to prevent myself from crying.

"Look at me, you don't need to be scared sweetie. Harry, the boys and I will always be here." He wiped a tear from my eye with his thumb. "You don't deserve what happened to you. No one deserves to go through that. The fact that you're here though, and you're so strong is incredible. You're such a strong and independent girl. It's amazin." He pulled me into his warm chest. I inhaled his scent and stained his polo with my tears.

"Sorry." I laughed softly.

"It's okay." His chest vibrated against my face. I pulled away slowly. I heard the door open and Zayn's voice boom through the house. I felt my face light up and I jumped out of my seat. I saw Krysta, Angelica, Ana and the rest of the boys behind Harry. I smiled at all of them and hugged my girls. 

"Party time!" Louis winked at me. I laughed and nodded.

"Pump up the tunes!" I giggled. 


Around 7 everyone left, before Kristina came home. I sat down in the bathtub with my phone in my hand. 

"Just turn it on." I whispered to myself. I pressed down the lock button on my phone till the little apple appeared. I stared at the screen anxiously to see who texted me. My phone buzzed like crazy. I went through the messages, most of them were "I hope you're okay" and shit like that. I sighed and went to my twitter. I went through the hate messages, mixed with sweet ones. 

"Janelle is a disgusting whore, no wonder why Harry kept her a secret. She's a suicidal freak guys."

I threw my phone at the bathroom wall. I threw my hands over my eyes.

"I knew... I... I shouldn't have done this." I sobbed to myself. I sat in the bathtub alone. My thoughts raced through my head. I stepped out of the bathtub. I opened the bathroom door slowly. My eyes met with Zayn's and he rushed over to me.

"What's wrong?" He pulled me into a hug.

"I just want to die." I mumbled.

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