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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37. Chapter 30

"She hasn't been talking to anyone in days Zayn... She needs time to heal!" I heard Harry shout quietly at Zayn.

"She's my girlfriend Harry.." Zayn growled back.

"Well quite frankly I don't give a fuck! She's my sister and she needs to fucking heal! Our mother was murdered god damnit!" I could hear anger and sadness in Harry's raspy voice.

"Boys!" My aunt cut in. "Janelle is right upstairs. Settle down. Zayn go up and see her." I jumped onto the bed and covered myself in my sheets. I closed my eyes and acted like I was fast asleep. I heard my door open slowly and close. My bed sunk down as Zayn sat down. I heard a sniffle. Holy shit is he crying?! 

"I just want you to be okay..." He whispered. I turned to face him.

"I'm not... okay." I choked out.

"Oh Janelle." He wrapped his strong and warm around around me and pulled me into a embrace. He nuzzled his face in my hair. "I know... But please don't push me away.." His voice cracked. He pressed his soft, plump lips on my neck. I closed my eyes and curled my fingers in his hair. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. Hard. I invaded his mouth with my tongue. Tasting him. He tasted like cigarettes and.. well he tasted like Zayn. Desire struck. He growled low in his throat. 

"Janelle..." he breathed. "No-"

"Please." I begged. 

"What do you want?" He looked down at me, puzzled.

"You." I looked up at him through my long lashes. A smirk grew on his lips and laid flat on the bed. He pulled me to straddle him. 

"You can have me." He groaned. The words hit me straight where I needed him most. His finger tips crawled up my thighs. His thumb brushing over my sex. I grinded my hips against his, letting his erection rub against me. "I can feel how wet you are.." He moaned and kissed the pads of my fingertips. He unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out of his boxers. I slid off my shirt and panty leaving me only in my bra. I reached over to my draw and pulled out a foil packet. Teasingly, I rolled the condom onto Zayn. I sit down on him, taking him in slowly. My mouth hangs open as he stretches me. 

"I love you.." I whisper in his hair as I slowly ride him. He takes my hips and slams me down onto him. "AHH!" I moan. I move against him, up and down on my toes quickly.

"Oh fuck." He growls. His fingers dig into my sides as I feel my walls tighten around him. "Let go.." He whispered to me. I climax around him, riding out my orgasm until I feel him explode inside the condom. "Janelle!" He moans loudly. I slow down and rest my head on his collarbones.

"I love you." I whimper.

"I love you too baby." He kisses my hair. I heard the door downstairs open. I gasped and jumped off the bed. I slipped my panties and pajama shorts back on swiftly and jumped back on the bed next to Zayn. I giggled in his chest and tangled my legs with his.

"You make me feel better." I sighed, sliding my hand up and down his chest, tangling my fingers in his light chest hair. There was a faint knock on the door. "Come in." I croaked.

"Hey guys, theres chipotle downstairs." My aunt smiled at me. I could tell she felt horrible. 

"We'll be right down." Zayn flashed a smile at her and she closed the door. 

...

"Mommy! MOM! Why can't you hear me?! Mommy! What is daddy doing to you?! Is he hurting you mommy? MOM!"

She was cold... lifeless... dead.

Her body was drenched in blood. 

"Mommy.... HE DID THIS TO YOU!"

I grabbed my mothers hand and kissed her forehead.

"I'm gonna make him pay mommy."

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