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.


45. Chapter

I opened my eyes and I was back in my room? I rubbed my eyes. "HARRY!" I screamed my brother's name as he ran in, panic written all over his face. "What happened?" He breathed heavily. "Are my kidney's alright?" He looked at me funny. "Why wouldn't they be?" I stared at him confused. I was there, he was there, everyone was there! Except mum, she's on holiday with Robin. Yuck! "My kidney failed." I explain. "What are you talking about?" He chuckles. "You were there! I couldn't breathe and then you passed out and they had to give you oxygen and -" He laughed loudly. "It's the pain medication." He shakes his head, holding in his laugh. "What pain meds? I'm so confused!" "For the bullet wound, so you slept for more than a day, three days to be exact." He laughed. My eyes widened. "So Niall and I didn't break up?" He stared at me confused. "No, you guys didn't, Niall was the one who wanted to wake you up after the first hour." I smile a little. I swung my legs over the bed and stood up. I wasn't dizzy. I smiled. "I have a boyfriend to tend to." I smile, he chuckles. "In his room." He smiles. I run out and don't even knock and barge into Niall's room. He was sleeping. I sigh and walk over to his side of the bed. I get down on my knees and noticed the tear stains on his cheeks. I frowned. I shook his shoulder gently. "Niall, wake up." He groans and flips onto his back. I sigh and crawl onto his lap, hovering above him. I position myself on top of him but making sure not to put all my weight on him. He doesn't budge. I kissed his lips multiple times. I leaned down for another kiss and he smiled through it. I pull away. "What a nice way to wake up." He smirks. I blush. "Have a nice sleep?" I ask him. "I should be asking you that Sleeping Beauty." I can't help the blush that appears on my cheeks. He chuckles. "Some prince you are." He laughs.

I rolled off him and onto the other side of the bed. "Hey." He frowned. I laughed as Liam and Zayn stormed in. "CHANCE!" They both scream and jump into the bed. I let a scream as Zayn pushed me off the bed. I hit the floor with a loud 'THUD'. I groaned. "You're a pain in the arse." I sit up slowly. Liam and Niall are both busy having a conversation. How great, Liam stole my boyfriend. I stand up and a sharp pain is in my butt. I groaned. Zayn laughed at me. I glared and limped down the stairs.

Zayn's POV

I watched her limp out the room. I'm so good at making her life hell. I listened to Niam's conversation. "So when you gonna do it?" Liam asks. "Do what?" The words fly out before Niall can reply. "Get Chance to accept the promise ring he has for her." My jaw drops. Niall was that serious about Chance? How? "Niall are you sure about this?" I raise my eyebrow. "Never been so sure in me life." A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Niall was an all around great guy, and the fact that he's Irish just makes him a hundred times better. "I mean it's Chance we're talking about here. You could be making the biggest mis-" He cut me off glaring at me. "Zayn if you finish that sentence I will fucking -" Liam cut him off. "Enough. Zayn everyone has different opinions on different people. I'm sure the fans will have a certain take on this." I smirked. Chance is getting so much hate. I honestly can't wait. "Hey, how about you make it public? You know, don't just out of blue be like I've made a promise to marry this girl surprise bitches." I suggest. I can't wait to get this ball rolling. As soon as the hate starts to pour in, I won't have to bother with making her life hell. Liam gasped. "Our girls are not bitches Zayn." Chance walked back into the room, her hands behind her back, a smirk playing at her lips. It's silent as we watch her walk over to me. "Zayn, I have a present for you." She smiles. I stand up, towering above her. She stomps on my foot. I immediately bend over to nurse my foot and I meet with something squishy that smears all over my face. She then does the same to the back of my head. I can hear the boys snickering.

I clenched my fists. I glared at her through the stuff on my face. "You'll fucking regret this. It was one to put it on my face, but my hair. You will fucking pay." I walk out. Niall needs to make this shit public before I do it myself.

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