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.


42. Chapter

I sat in the hospital bed, things around me beeped, and made sounds. I looked at the machine. It was measuring my heartbeat, determining if I was still alive. each breath it beeped. I held my breath, but it still beeped. I let it go, and it beeped. I put my hand to my heart. With every pound the machine beeped. It was amazing how my pulse could make a machine beep. Astonishing even. I watch the line go straight then spike, straight then spike. It was a pattern. Did every heart have this same pattern? Of coarse not, when you run your pulse changes. It was nice to believe that we are all connected at one point. A unit. I continued to watch it. Straight , spike, straight, spike. The door creaked open. I didn't bother to look. Straight, spike, straight, spike. Someone placed a hand on my shoulder. Every ounce of me, hoped it was Harry. I looked up to find Zayn.

"Zayn what do you want?" I wasn't up for his snide remarks. "Look, I'm here to call a truce. Stressing you out with this enemy thing isn't in your best interest with your health a-" I cut him off. "How do you know what's best for me? You don't even know me." I glared at him. The machine started to make two beeps. I turned to the machine. Straight, spike, spike. "Chance it's in your best interest with your health prob-" "What health problem Zayn! I'm fine and healthy! I'm just drained that's al! As soon as everything is all straightened out I'm going home back to my somewhat normal life." He scoffed. "You know what I tried! You think your life is going back to normal after a Kidney Failure?! Take your head out of your ass and realize your life has changed and it will never be the same." Zayn stormed out.

My kidney failed? That's impossible! I'm so healthy! It's all a lie. This is all probably a dream. Louis walked in. Great just what I needed. Another guy who've I've caused problems for and hates me. "How you doing kiddo?" He asks, sitting on the side of the bed beside my legs, patting it gently. "It's not true right Louis? My Kidney's are just fine right?" He shook his head. He's lying. "Louis why are you lying to me?" I glared at him. He raises his eyebrows, "I'm not-" "It's cause I look vulnerable to you in this bed right? Cause guess what? I'm not. I know you and Zayn are lying to me." I said coldly. I can't believe he'd lie to me. "You know what. Whatever. I gotta go." Louis walked out, not taking a second look back like he usually does.

I didn't want another person to walk in unless it was Harry. The door opened and Niall limped in. He stood beside the bed and stared at me. I sat myself up and looked at him. "Chance, I know you're gonna need someone at this tough time a-" "My kidney's are fine!" I screamed. He jumped. My gosh, you'd think by the third boy they would have given up on this lying shit. "Chance no the-" "Just leave Niall." I look at the machine. My heart rate was higher than ever. "But -" "Get out." I point to the door. I watch him limp out the room. Out of no where a wave of fatigue washes over me and my eyelids become heavy. No, keep them open Chance. You have to see Harry. The door opens and I open my eyes to find Liam. I groan and shut my eyes. My muscles relaxed and I heard the beeps become less frequent as Liam placed his hand over mine. He stayed silent. I squeezed his hand gently. He squeezed it back. A smile spread across my face. "Li Li, is Harry okay?" I ask, my voice was heavy with sleep. "He's alright. I'll make sure the first face you see when you wake up is Harry." He assures me. "Pinky Promise." I stuck out my pinky, I was so weak it took my everything to put my arm up. "Promise. Now go to sleep sweetie." He wraps his pinky around mine, kissing my hand. "Alright." I lay back down and he fluffs my pillow. He was about to walk out but I called after him. "Thank you." He smiled and walked out. Liam is a sweetheart.     

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