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.



6. Chapter 6

***Janelle's POV***

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry snarled.

"We... we were just dancing." I hesitated.

"I'm sorry bro, I didn't think you'd get so angry." Zayn stood between me and Harry.

"Back the fuck off my sister." He growled.

"Harry stop." I mumbled behind Zayn. Harry pushed Zayn aside and grabbed the straps of my shirt. He pulled on them. I winced in pain. "You're hurting me." I felt everyone's eyes on us.

"Harry let her go." Someone muttered from the crowd. He pushed me away from him. I fell onto the floor and watched as he stormed out the house. Zayn flashed me an apologizing look and ran after Harry. Krysta, Angelica and Anaclara pushed through the crowd.

"Babe are you alright?" Angelica leaned over me.

"Let's go." Krysta helped me up.

"C'mon. I can't believe he did that." Anaclara placed her hand on my shoulder and helped me through the crowd.

"Guys, I'm fine." I mumbled. "Ana do you want to sleep over?" I turned towards her.

"Sure." She smiled. We found Louis, Liam and Niall sitting on the steps talking each with a beer in their hands.

"We're going home guys." I waved at them.

"Do you need a ride? I saw Harry storm out and Zayn run after.." Louis sounded concerned.

"It's fine. We can walk." Krysta sighed.

"Okay, see you girls later." Niall winked. I pushed my hair out of my face and played with my hands. We arrived at my house about half hour later. Zayn and Harry we're on the couch talking.

"Sorry Janelle." Harry smirked. I clenched my hands into tight fists. He thinks this is a fucking joke doesn't he? I walked over to him and pulled at the collar of my shirt.

"I fucking hate you. You think its funny to fucking humiliate me?!" I yelled at him, looking him in the eyes.

"Janelle.." I heard Zayn behind me.

"STAY OUT OF IT!" I turned to face him. "It's all your fault." I grabbed a cup from the coffee table and poured it on Harry. 

"BITCH!" Harry jumped up. I shoved him away from me with tears running down my cheeks. I ran up to my room and the girls followed. 

"It's okay..." Krysta rubbed my back. I rested my head on Ana's shoulder.

"Shh..shh calm down." She hugged me and whispered into my ear.

"Janelle... you overreacted." Angelica mumbled.

"I know but... ugh. You guys don't get it. I've been dealing with the humiliation for 3 years. It's like... I'm letting out all the anger that I've been holding in." I shrugged.

"I think you should go downstairs and talk to Harry..." Krysta pushed me towards the door.

"No.." I tugged on my lip.

"Just go." Ana opened the door. I sighed. I closed my room door and tip toed down to the living room.

"Zayn.. can I talk to Harry?" I mumbled.

"Sure.." He got up quickly and disappeared somewhere. I sat next to Harry. He put his hand ontop of mine. I sighed.

"How long is this going to go on Harry? How long are you going to shove me round school treating me like I'm nothing?" I felt tears swell up in my already puffy eyes.

"I just feel like if I don't do it... guys are going to be all over you and hurt you. I've always said it's because of my reputation but its not Janelle. I just don't want to see you come home with guys. Remember how many times mom got hurt? She left us with our aunt for a year. I don't want to loose you." He mumbled.

"Harry... you're never going to loose me. You're my brother. No one will ever break that connection we have. I won't get hurt." I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

"I don't wanna loose this.. these amazing hugs we have. I don't want to... I act like a dick because if i treat you like shit, no guys will like you." He whispered. "It's not that I don't want you to be happy. Guys just... I know guys. I'm one of those guys. I get what I want and go. I don't want that to happen to you." I wiped the tears from his eyes. 

"I love you so much Harry." I pulled him in for another hug. The door bell rang. "I'll let you boys do... whatever you want to do." I smiled at him and walked into the kitchen. Zayn was sitting on the counter listening to music.His eyes met mine and he pulled the earphones out.

"Hi." He smiled.

"Hey." I giggled.

"So?" He lifted his eyebrows.

"So we're all good. I don't know. He's going to be nice to me." I shrugged.

"No not him. Us." He whispered.

"Uhm.." I tugged on my lip. He jumped down and hugged me.

"Come over tomorrow. We can talk about this. I'll pick you up by the train station by 2." He whispered and made his way into the living room. I smiled to myself and grabbed a tub of Nutella from the cabinet. I grabbed 4 spoons and ran upstairs.

"So?!" The girls attacked me.

"We're fine." I sighed out in relief.

"Okay good. Now pass that shit hoe!" Krysta laughed. I giggled and handed her the tub of Nutella.

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