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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3. Chapter 3

***Janelle's POV***

"I just woke up, meet me at Krysta's in half an hour?" I held my phone up to my ear with my shoulder.

"Alright, see you in a few." I hung up and put my phone back on the charger. I knocked on Harry's door and opened it slowly.

"Can you drive me to Krysta's?" I asked him.

"No." He answered, coldly.

"Why?" I bit on my lip trying to cool my anger.

"I don't want to." His eyes made contact with mine. I stormed into his room and pushed him.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU! I WISH MOM ABORTED US! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! GO TO FUCKING HELL! YOU THROW ME AROUND LIKE I'M NOTHING TO YOU! FACE IT HARRY, I'M YOUR FUCKING SISTER WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" I screamed at him. 

"What's going on in here?!" My mom screamed. She looked at Harry then me.

"Nothing." I slammed Harry's door behind me and ran back to my room. I showered quickly and blow dried my hair.  I left my hair messy and quickly applied my eyeliner. I extended the corners pulling it into a wing. I pulled out my striped jeans and burgundy turtle neck. I wiggled into the jeans and pulled the top over my head.  I put on my ankle length leather boots and put on my nude leather jacket along with my hat. I ran down the steps. "Going to Krysta's. Bye." I jogged out the door. I stuck my hands into my pockets and speed walked to her house. A car crept up behind me.

"Janelle.." A familiar voice called out. I quickly turned around. Zayn smiled at me. "Where you headed?" He asked me.

"Krysta's.." I forced a smile.

"Need a ride?" He smiled back. I nodded and jogged around the front of his car. I opened the passenger door and climbed in.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"No problem hun. Hug?" He leaned over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he squeezed me tight. It's like... he knew exactly what I needed. I sighed against his shoulder. He kissed my forehead. "Harry?" He whispered.

"Yeah." I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat.

"Fuck Krysta's... How does Coney Island sound?" He winked at me. 

"But.." I chewed on my lip. "Hold on." I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Angelica... Mom's not letting me out. I'll see you tomorrow." I mumbled into the phone.

"Okay, she sucks. See you tomorrow." She hung up. Zayn chuckled.

"Shut up." I muttered. A smirk grew across his face.

...

"The unicorn right there." Zayn pointed to a huge unicorn. The man behind the booth handed it to him. He smiled at me. "Here." He passed it to me.

"Aw. Thanks Zayn." I blushed intensely and tiptoed. I kissed his cheek softly. He pulled on my wrist and pulled me towards the board walk.

"Take off your shoes." He smiled at me. I obeyed and took my shoes in my hands. He pulled me onto the sand and walked me towards the water.

"Zayn... It's January." I groaned.

"Have some fun Janelle." He pushed me towards the water. It crept up my toes.

"AHHH!" I shrieked and ran back to the dry sand. "Fuck that's freezing!" I dug my feet into the cold sand. "Zayn.." I groaned. "Please it's cold." I whined.

"Oh c'mon." He chuckled.

"No!" I slapped his hand away. His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me into his chest. He was warm. A soft moan escaped my lips when his hand pushed my back into his chest. A chuckle formed at the back of his throat. He kissed my cheek gently.

"So is this your first date?" He whispered into my ear.

"Date?" I hesitated. "You're my brothers best friend. You're suppose to hate me." I pushed him away from me.

"Oh c'mon Janelle. I've liked you since I met you. It can be our dirty little secret." 

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