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.


31. Breathe me

A/N: GUYS! BEFORE YOU START THIS CHAPTER KNOW IT IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY! ALSO! The song I said you should listen to, yeah it right here! So play it and read! CAUTION: IT MAY MAKE YOU CRY! ALSO MAY BE TRIGGERING!


Louis' POV

I'd kill myself if this doctor who stood in front of us, didn't deliver the news we all wanted to hear. "Well, She lost a lot of blood from the wound, we slowed the blood flow and it has stopped. Her heart failed twice." I took in a sharp intake of air. Don't say she's dead. "Is she dead?" Harry says outright. "She's on Life Support." I feel the color drain from my face and I feel lightheaded. "No, no. She can't be Life Support. That means she practically dead! No. I-I couldn't have killed her. No. Please. You're just pulling my leg." I beg, tears rolling down my cheek. "I'm sorry. When you're ready to pull the plug just tell the nurse." He walked away and I couldn't bare to be stuck inside this hospital. It felt as if the walls were closing in on me, my oxygen was running low. I ran out the front doors. No, no. I-I'll never be able to face Harry or Niall the same way! Anne will hate me. The whole Styles family will hate me! My eyes wander to the busy roads, cars zooming by. It's dark. No one will even see me run out into the road. I'll just jump out of nowhere and they'll hit me and I'll die and I'll never have to face the boys again. Sounds full proof! "Louis." I looked around. No one was there. "Louis." It was louder this time. I squinted and gasped. My Grandma walked up to me. She looked ghost-like. "Grandma?" "Hello Boobear." I gasped, taking a step back. "But you're dead." I look her up and down. "Do you want to be like me?" "Yeah. I-I can never face the boys again. I killed Chance." She shakes her head. "Louis, you can't just throw yourself in front of a car! The boys will be even more broken! Getting over two loses. It'll kill them. Just wait, Louis. Hold off. Please. For me?" I think it over. "A-Alright." I nod. When I look up she's gone. Snow begins to fall from the sky, as a cold wind blows through. I shiver and walk back inside. Harry was the first one to run up to me and hug me.

"I-I just thought you were -" He couldn't even finish his sentence as he was cut off by tears. "Don't worry Haz. I'd never leave you when you need me." I smile softly. He smiles too. "If I want you to leave. Even if I don't need you. Never leave alright?" I nod, and hug him tightly. I let go and we walked back to the waiting room. "Niall, I -" He shushed and hugged me tightly. "I just really need you right now Louis." He whispers. "I'm here for you Ni." I rub his back as he cries into my neck. "What did I tell you." Grandma whispers beside me. "Thanks Grandma." I whisper back. "You're welcome?" Zayn stares at me confused. I blink confused. She's gone. I shook it off rubbed Niall's back as he cried. I gotta be here for the boys. I can never leave.

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