Mama Tells Me I'm Special...

Janelle is a special teenager. She's anorexic, bulimic, suicidal, and bi-polar. When she tries to escape from it all, she sits in her room, listens to One Direction and calls her best friends Kimberly and Karina for help. For her 17th birthday, she ends up in the hospital and her mother surprises her with the boys of One Direction.


5. Cornball.

***Janelle's POV***

"Janelle.." My mother hissed. I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes open. I realized Niall was sleeping by my feet.

"Uhm... he came by last night to comfort me." I told her quietly.

"You guys didn't... did you?" My mother bit her lip, worried.

"Mom, I'm a virgin." I rolled my eyes.

"Me too." Niall groaned. I felt my cheeks get hot.

"Okay, well I have some things to do, plus I have to go to work and pick up some stuff to be able to work at home still-"

"Mom, go back to work. Please. I'm fine." I tried to convince her.

"I'll see baby, anyways I left 100 dollars on the counter downstairs for you to go shopping for books because you have home school tomorrow." She nodded her head at me. I groaned.

"I can drive you if you want?" Niall rolled over and asked.

"Uhm... we'll see." I fake smiled.

"I'll see you later." My mom blew me a kiss and walked out the room.

" 'We'll see' What is that suppose to mean?" He asked me. He looked kind frustrated.

"I don't want to cause you any trouble." I lied to him. Honestly, I just didn't want to be around him. I felt like he just thinks I'm "pretty" and stuff because of my disorders. It really is just a bunch of bull.

"You won't..." He trailed off.

"Staples is full of people." I raised my eyebrow.

"I don't want you to be alone." He frowned.

"Don't treat me like I'm a little fucking kid. I'm 17 years old." I spat at him.

"I was just trying to be considerate.." He got up off my bed and started to put on his coat.

"Well you're not. You're making me feel like... I don't know. If I didn't have all these disorders you would have never been here with me right now so just stop." I got up from my bed and pulled my sheets back neatly. I tied my hair into a bun and started to walk out the room. "The door is downstairs not up here." I turned around and rolled my eyes at him. I walked out the room and ran down the stairs. He followed me.

"Janelle wait!" He begged.

"NIALL! Just go!" I yelled.

"Janelle, I'm sorry. I just think that you're-"

"Niall-" I slammed my hand down on the kitchen counter. "I'm not beautiful okay?! SO STOP TELLING ME ALL THIS BULLSHIT!" I screamed at him. I felt tears build up in my eyes.

"To me you are..." He whispered.

"Go." I shook my head. He just stood there. "GO!" I screamed. He bit his lip and walked out my house.Finally. I thought to myself. I honestly hate when people treat me like.. a princess because of my disorders. It pissed me the fuck off. I looked around the kitchen. I didn't feel like eating. I grabbed the money and ran upstairs. I put on my Uggs and a coat and grabbed my purse. I walked out the house and began to walk towards Staples since it wasn't to far from my house. When I got there, I noticed a big group of girls. You have got to be fucking kidding me.I pushed passed them and as soon as I got to the doors a hand grabbed my shoulder. 


"I WILL get a fucking restringing order against you Niall. Get the FUCK away from me." I pushed his hand off my shoulder and walked into Staples. He's making it worse for himself. I'm not afraid to embarrass him in public. I started walking around Staples and picked up a few notebooks. I grabbed a pack of pencils and pens. I went to the cash register. Everything came out to $25.68. I smirked. SHOPPING! I hustled back home. My phone started to ring. I picked it up without looking at the name.

"Please just talk to me." Niall begged. "I'm starting to grow feelings for you Janelle. I really am." He sounded like he was crying. "Can you just come outside?" I hung up and opened my front door. He looked up at me and walked in. I shut the door behind him and locked it. I ran back up to my room. "Why do you hate me so much?" He asked me.

"I don't hate you. I just don't like when people kiss my ass just because I'm suicidal and whatever. And I'm sure as hell not going to kiss your ass just because you're Niall Horan." I sarcastically smiled at him.

"I'm not a butt kisser." He joked. I chuckled a bit.

"Are you sure? Cause you sure as hell act like one." I smirked.

"Just let me.. take you out and we can do something. Please?" He begged.

"Not today, I'm going to go shopping. You can come over tomorrow or something." I suggested.

"I'll come with you." He smiled.

"Niall, thats going to cause chaos  If you didn't already know, people already fucking hate me. I don't need more hate from girls on Twitter." I whined.

"But why do you care about what they think Janelle? You're beautiful and deep down I know damn well you know that you are." He inched closer to me.

"Niall.." I shook my head and looked down at my Uggs.

"But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell you don't know oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful.." He sang in a soft sweet voice as he cupped my face. "If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe, you don't know, oh oh. You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh. That's what makes you beautiful." He sang in a soft whisper. He pressed his lips softly against mine. I smiled into the kiss.

"You cornball." I giggled.

"I know." He smiled and kissed my nose.

"So yeah... I have to go shopping." I told him.

"No you don't." He smirked.

"Yeah, I do." I stepped aside. He followed me. "Niall!" I groaned.

"You're not going anywhere." He picked me up bridal style and sat on the bed. I threw my head back and groaned.

"I need clothes!" I frowned.

"To bad, you're going to have to deal with me." He smiled.


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