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.


7. Okay

***Janelle's POV***

I fell into a dark hole... I gripped onto a strong tree branch trying to lift myself up. "HELP!" I screamed out. "HELP ME PLEASE! I screamed until my throat hurt. My grip was getting weaker. I couldn't lift myself up. I felt tears stream down my eyes and let go..

"Janelle..." I heard a voice call out for me. I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. My mom was standing out the door. "Niall's downstairs. He want's to speak to you." She smiled. I picked up my phone. It was 11:30 at night.

"Tell him I have school tomorrow." I whispered. "Wait, why are you awake?" I asked her.

"I had to pee and then I heard a knock." She told me. "I'll tell him to come by tomorrow." She closed the door.

"NO!" I yelled after she closed the door. Agh, fuck. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.

"She has school to-" 

"Why are you here?" I cut my mom off. He stiffened up.

"Uh.." He looked down at his feet.

"Come upstairs, we need to talk." I walked up to my room. I let him in. He sat down on my bed. "Don't get comfortable." I smirked.

"Janelle, I don't get it. Why are you acting like this? Why did you say no?" He looked so worried.

"It's not you Niall." I sat next to him. I put my hand in his and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's basically... your fame. I'm scared of what it could do to me Niall. I already live through enough misery. I can't be with you for months. I can't touch you, kiss you, hug you and I'll hardly get the chance to even talk to you." I felt a lump in my throat grow. I swallowed but it wouldn't go down.

"Sometime's I wish I wasn't famous." He whispered.

"Shut up, if you weren't famous I would have never met you." A smile grew on his lips. "Sometimes, I wish I wasn't so sensitive so I could be with you." I mumbled.

"But you can. Janelle.." He forced me to look at him. "I don't give a shit what the fans thing. Hell! If they don't like you, then they aren't true fans. I'll be here for you through everything. Maybe not physically but I'm a text or call away. Janelle I'll pay for your fucking bill to get you international calling." I blushed and squeezed his hand. "So..?" He waited for a response.

"Niall..." I wanted to say yes, but I wanted to say no. "Can you come over tomorrow? We'll talk than. I can't think. I'm exhausted." I lied. He nodded and kissed my cheek.

"I'll come over. Just text me after you have school." I nodded and he left my room. I curled up under my sheets and fell back asleep.


"Janelle baby, you have to get up." My mom spoke softly and she shook me awake.

"Okay.." I moaned and stretched. I heard my door close and climbed out of bed. I brushed my teeth and cleaned my face. I pulled my hair up into a bun. I'm SOOO not getting dressed for school today. I went downstairs and ate the breakfast my mother left me. I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door. "Hi Ms.Lissauer!" I smiled.

"Hey! Call me Krissy! Please?" She giggled and walked in. I nodded. We sat down at my kitchen table.


I ran up to my room and called Niall. I tapped my finger against my knee. 

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey." I said slyly.

"You come over here. Lou is getting us ready for SNL." He told me.

"Uh, we can just talk tomorrow." I told him.

"No, I'll pay for a cab. Come here." He demanded.

"Pushy! I'll just take the train. Be there in a bit." I hung up.


I took the elevator up to the boys floor. 

"You can't be on this floor m'am." Paul told me. I giggled. "Miss."

"Niall told me to come."

"Sure he did. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He told me.

"Uhm." I took my phone out of my back and dialed Niall's number. "Hey."

"I'll be out now." He laughed and hung up. A minute later he came out. "Hey Paul, don't worry. She can come in." He smiled and dragged me into the room. The boys were all shirtless. Harry was getting a hair cut. I giggled.

"Hey guys." I waved.

"JANELLE!" Louis jumped up and hugged me.

"DON'T CRUSH ME!" I screamed. He laughed and let go. I walked over to Lou. "Hi, you must be Lou!" I smiled at her.

"Hello, You must be Janelle." She winked at me. I giggled.

"I love your hair." I smiled at her.

"Thanks. Maybe I can dye it for you sometime." She suggested.

"Really?! That would be awesome!" I smiled even bigger.

"If I finish with the boys early I'll do it. Or I can do it tomorrow." She nodded at me.

"No, you're not dying your hair." Niall frowned.

"Sure I'm not." I giggled. He pulled me over to his room. I sat down on his bed. It was soft and cold.

"So." He elbowed me lightly.

"So. I think..." I scratched my chin. "This is what I think." I threw my arms around him and kissed his lips passionately.

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