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.


63. Distance

Okay! Before you start the chapter listen to Jack and Jack Distance. It's amazing. It relates so much to this story and this chapter just and the fact that they're so hot and I could meet them just URGH! Alright continue on, sorry I can't put it in the video my wrist is still messed up. Read on.


Niall's POV

I sighed as we boarded the private jet. I sat down on one of the brown leather sofas. I rubbed my eyes. It's been a two months. No ones heard from Chance. I haven't stopped thinking about Chance since she left. It took me only an hour to realize the mistake I had made. I tried to call her bit she wouldn't pick up. I called her the other day, she had blocked my number. Now, our break was over and we're gonna tour America, making a name for ourselves. I thought we already had a name but clearly not. The mood of the band has dropped a thousand notches since Chance walked out. Harry's been crying himself to sleep and Liam's worried because she didn't take her mood stabilizers with her. He's scared she's gonna repeat what happened earlier.

Louis hasn't spoken a word to me since Chance walked out. He literally didn't speak a word or even make a sound, not even an eye roll. He just stayed silent around me. We all sat quietly, not speaking a word. I don't think anyone wanted to. Suddenly, Harry let out a wail and broke down crying. Liam rubbed his back as he let Harry express himself, you could say. Louis sighed. "This is all my fault." I shook my head. "No it's not Lou. It's mine. If I didn't say all those t-" he cut me off looking me dead in the eyes. "No, you don't understand. If I didn't kiss Chance you wouldn't have said those things, she'd still be in Cheshire and Harry wouldn't be crying himself to sleep, Anne wouldn't be so depressed and everyone in the band would just be so much happier it's all my fault." He cried. Tears fell from his eyes but he never broke contact. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying. "Wait so y-you heard me say all those things, and you didn't stop to tell me that you were the one that kissed her?" He stayed silent. I scoffed. "Louis you really fucked up this ti-" Zayn cut me off.

"Niall would you fucking stop it! You're not so fucking perfect! If you probably didn't call her a slut she probably would have actually came back. But fuck no, you flipped shit and she left cause she was tired of your bullshit, and I'm starting to get tired of it too. Acting like you're some fucking angel sent down from heaven. Get your head out if your fucking ass and look at the full picture you ruined this band and a whole fucking family." I glared at Zayn but he just stared right back like he didn't give a fuck. "When were you such a fucking diva." I muttered, stretching out across the sofa. I made sure all the boys squeezed themselves on the other sofa.

They think they're all so fucking smart. Telling me who's perfect and who's not. Like Zayn piss the fuck off. What just happened was between Louis and I. I'm literally almost done with this damn boy band shit.

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