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.


20. Chapter

I felt the tears in my eyes as the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I got up off the floor. I slowly walked back to Niall's room. With each step the pain worsened. I stopped at his door. Do I really want to go in there? It'll probably just make the problem worse. I ran to my room. I've made a huge mess. I rip the shirt off as hot tears stream down my face. I pull on my black hoodie and black jeans with my black converse. I grab my iPhone, walking down the stairs. "There you are Chance!" Zayn smirks. I ignore him, walking out the front door. I start walking down the sidewalk. Where I was going? I had no idea. I kept walking and walking until I reached a house. I knocked on the door. It was quiet as I heard heavy footsteps approach the door. "Chance? What are you doing here?!" My dad, Des Styles begins to panic. I open my mouth to speak but just break down crying. He sighs picking me up and placing me on his couch. My body shook as I cried. "Calm down sweetie." He cooed. I take deep breaths, sitting up, my body still shaking gently. "Tell me what happened." "Harry came home with the boys and then Louis kissed me but then Niall kissed me and then Harry and I got in a fight, and then to be safe I said I couldn't date either. Then I had sex with Niall and Louis found out and he punched me and I-I don't know what to do!" I start crying again. He sighs. "It's quite the mess you've made." "I know." He chuckled. "Where does your mother stand in this?" He raises an eyebrow. "Nowhere. She's always out with her new boyfriend Robin." I look at the floor. "Maybe I should invite your mum over for a talk." He says. "Whatever." I mumble. I was tired. Tired of this mess and drama. Why couldn't life be as simple as it was when I was six.


"Well. I never knew any of this was going on." My mum frowns at me. I just shrug. "You know, she's pretty neglected back home so maybe she could live wi-" "No. She's fine where she is. Let's go Chantelle." My mum stands up tall, full of pride. I sluggishly got up and waved to my father, walking out. I sat in the passenger seat and she backed out of the driveway and as soon as we hit the main streets, she began venting. "Don't you dare runaway like that again!" She shouts. I sit quietly in the corner. "Wait. Who gave you that bruise?" She asks. I begin to panic. Louis will be in so much shit if I confess. "No one. I was being my clumsy self." I lied. She scoffed. "You know that I'll find out and you'll be in twice as much as trouble right?" She smirked. "Louis did it." She stopped in the middle of the road. I flew forwards and my back slammed against the seat. "Owww" I groan, rubbing my neck. That hurt like a bitch. "Trying to give me whiplash I see." I joke. She rolls her eyes. "When did this happen?" "Before I ran off to dad." I answer. "Wait till I get my hands on that boy." She mutters driving off again flipping a driver off that kept honking her. This will not end well.

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