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.



31. Chapter 25

***Janelle's POV***

"What?" I muttered, not able to process whatever Harry was talking about.

"His condition is critical Janelle, GET UP!" He yelled. I jumped out of my bed and slipped on my uggs and grabbed my coat, not caring about my appearance. I grabbed Harry's wrist and ran down stairs.

"Where are you going?" My aunt asked us.

"Zayn.. he's in the hospital. I'll call you later!" I shouted as I made my way out the door. I got into the passenger seat and Harry pulled out the driveway. "What the hell happened to him? How do you know?!" I felt a lump in my throat grow as I tried to hold back tears.

"His mom called me, she said he got hit on his motorcycle. I don't know okay? Please don't cry..." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"If he's not okay Harry... we argued. He left me, angry." I sobbed. 

"We'll be there soon." He mumbled. The car stopped infront of the hospital. "Go inside, I'll meet you there." He kissed me on the cheek. I jumped out the car and quickly walked towards the entrance.

"I'm here for Zayn... Zayn Malik." I told the nurse behind the desk.

"Floor 7. Good luck." She gave me a weak smile. I nodded and ran towards the elevator. 

"Shit." I cussed under my breath. I ran towards the staircase and ran up to the 7th flight. By the 3rd I was exhausted, but I had to keep going. When I got there, I found Patricia sitting on the chair with her face in her hands. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She cried on my shoulder.

"I-i.. I don't know what to do..." Her voice muffled from the tears.

"He'll be okay." I wiped my tears with my sleeve. I rubbed her back slowly. "He'll be okay, I promise." I sighed. 


"Thanks for the bagel Harry." Patricia smiled at Hazz.

"No problem." He nodded. 

"Mrs. Malik?" A tall man called out with a clipboard in his hands.

"Yes?" She stood up and walked over to the man. The man pulled her over to the side, where she wasn't visible to me or Harry. Harry wrapped his hand around mine.

"It's okay." He whispered. My stomach was practically bouncing inside of me. My hands were clammy and I was just so nervous. I felt my heart pounding against my ribcage. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to where Patricia and the doctor were.

"How is he?" I asked. Patricia and the doctor looked at eachother. "WELL?" I raised my voice. I hoped for the best. I felt like minutes passed, but really, it was only seconds.

"He's gonna be okay." The doctor smiled at me. I felt myself light up. I threw my arms around Patricia. 

"I'm so happy!" I felt my heart pounding against my chest. "When can we see him?" I asked the doctor.

"By tomorrow morning. Why don't you go get some rest? You've both been here for a really long time." She said, concerned.

"I guess, do you need a ride home?" I asked Patricia.

"No worries. I have the car! Thanks. Goodnight Janelle." I hugged her tightly. "Goodnight Harry!" She kissed his cheek. 

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