Chantelle is a girl who doesn't follow rules. She likes to travel the less traveled path. She doesn't fall IN LOVE. Never has, never will. Period. She doesn't have these things called "feelings". She's single but will never admit it. She's in a relationship with fun and freedom. There's just one thing many people don't know. She's Harry Styles' twin sister. When her brother comes home for the summer with the boys what'll happen? Will she fall for their boyish charms? Or will she remain the way she is? Or neither and she changes completely? Find out in Rebel.


74. A Month

Before you read listen to Breathe Me Sia cause it goes perfectly with this chapter it goes with a ton of chapters but yeah do that! Please you can't fully feel the impact of the story without listening to the song and reading, I shed a tear just writing so yeah, please listen? Alright you may continue.


It's been a month. A month since I've been in this terrible town. A month since I last talked to Mackenzie. It's also been two weeks.

Two weeks since Calum cheated on me.

A lot can happen to a girl in the span of a month. I've become the same wreck I was earlier. I'm cutting again. I've been eating less. I've been having suicidal thoughts. I don't know what keeps me taking breaths over and over again. What stops me from just stoping? I honestly don't know why I'm here still, I just don't wanna exist anymore. My life has completely fallen apart. I'm no longer that social butterfly with the sexy boyfriend. I'm that freak who has scars and is super skinny. It's weird how the little things in life can change you.

I walked out into the warm Atlanta air. I faked a smile as my dad walked up to me. "Hey. How you feeling?" He asks. "Alright." I lie. He takes my luggage and I hop into the Escalade. I tugged down the sleeves of my sweatshirt. If he saw them he'd probably send me back.

The car ride was long and he kept asking questions about my trip and I tried my best to act social, but I couldn't help the fact that i had become an antisocial mess. He pulled into the driveway and I couldn't be any happier. I honestly couldn't. I hopped out and Roxanne ran out of the house. "Chant!" She wrapped her long arms around me. "Hey." I said my voice barely a whisper. "You ready for tomorrow?!" I furrowed my eyebrows. What was tomorrow? "The party?" I nodded, I totally forgot! So many people are gonna be there. So many people will be watching, judging me.

"I'm not going." I said, walking inside. She followed behind. "Of coarse you are! I understand you and Calum aren't together and it's gonna be awkward but you gotta show him you don't care! That he hasn't got the best of you!" That the thing, he has the best of me, I do care! "A-Alright." I stutter. She smiles. "Perfect! I heard the boys from One Direction will be there too." I bit my lip, they'll know exactly what's going on.

"Where'd you hear that?" I question. "Myself. I pulled a few strings and they're coming. Can I get a thank you? They're finished touring America so they are all ours!" She squeals. Speaking of the boys they just walked through the front door.

"Hey well that's great but I'm pretty tired from that flight so goodnight!" I try to sound happy and hug her, waving to the boys and jogging up the stairs. I'm in a lot of trouble.


I opened my eyes and it felt as if three more tons were dropped on my shoulders. I dragged myself out of the bed and grabbed a small plastic bag out of my backpack. I walked into the bathroom pulling up the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I took the silver blade out, a glare of light reflecting off it. I washed it off. I exhaled as the blade sliced my skin, the red rising and dripping as I made more cuts. It no longer hurt, it became such a normal thing that if I didn't cut every morning I'd feel like I just missed a large portion of my routine.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I let out a shaky breath. There was a knock at my door. My eyes widened. I pressed my back to the door. "Who is it?" "Harry! Open the door Chance!" He knocked harder. "Just give me a second! I'm doing my business!" I lied. I flushed the toilet and turned the tap on washing my fresh cuts. I bite down on my bottom lip to prevent the low groan that would escape as they burned. I washed the blade off, putting it back in the bag, slipping it into my sweatpants. I pulled my sleeves down and opened my door.

"Hey." I fake a smile and walk over to my bed. "Chance are you okay?" He asks sitting beside me. I nod. "I'm just worried you know, you went home, all alone to face something as scary as your past head on with no one to support you and I wanted so bad to be there for you and I couldn't cause I was touring and -" I cut him off. "Harry. I'm okay. I've reconnected with mum and everything's alright." I lied. He bit his lip.

"Okay well, I'll see you later." He kissed my forehead and walked out, shutting the door behind him. The tears welled up in my eyes. When I said to him I was alright, it was a cry for help. I needed Harry, anyone. Just someone who could protect me.

Protect me, from me.

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