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.


36. Goodbye

Niall's POV

I leaned against the counter, my head in my hands. She'll never forgive me. Never in a million years. I heard the kitchen door swing open. I kept my head in my hands. "Niall?" Her voice was so quiet. I spread my fingers and looked out. She stood there, smiling. "I'm sorry for slamming the door, and calling you a dick." She apologized shyly. I sighed and removed my hands, but didn't look up at her. "Okay." I shrugged. "You don't wanna apologize for anything?" She asked. I shrugged. To be honest, I knew she'd forgive me if I said the two words, but I didn't want to her to forgive me cause I'd just end up hurting her again. "Niall." She called out sweetly. "Niall, please." Her voice began to tremble. I didn't look up. "Niall, please. You promised." Her voice cracked. I did promise. I promised I wouldn't give up, but I am. I looked up and her eyes had tears in them. Without thinking I grabbed her wrapping my arms around her. She sobbed into my chest. I stayed silent. She clung to me, fisting my shirt in her hands. "I can't do it Chance." I started. "I'm just gonna hurt you over and over again. You deserve better." She pushed me away. "I don't want better! I want you!" She stomped her foot. "Chance, this isn't up for discussion. This is goodbye." I said. She shook her head. Tears streaming down her face. I grabbed her face with my hands and kissed her. I put my everything in the kiss. This was the last kiss. The goodbye kiss people always talk about. How emotional it is. How it tears you apart. How fast everything is moving and how you wished it'd all slow down. I pulled away gasping for air. I kissed her forehead and walked out the kitchen. I walked over to the side table by the front door, grabbing the keys. They hung loosely between my fingertips. This is it. Goodbye. There was this pain in my chest. This is worse than what people talked about. I griped the keys, walking out.


I chugged down my what twelfth drink tonight? "Hit me again." The bartender passed me another beer. I was so drunk it was affecting my vision. Everything was blurry. My hand searched for the pint. Once I felt its cold glassy side I brought it to my lips, chugging half of it down. It burned going down. I knew it would burn coming back up. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around in the bar stool to find a big lad and he looked pissed. I squinted at him. "I heard you touched my girlfriend and she didn't like it. But you did it again." I blinked. "I... did....not." There were pauses as I tried to piece my words together. "NOW YOU'RE LYING TOO!" Suddenly, I was on the ground, him towering above me. I nose hurt like hell. He was vicious as he kicked my stomach hard multiple times. I coughed until, I saw something splatter on the floor that had spewed out of my mouth. It was red. Such a familiar red. I brought my fingers to my lip, touching it gently, blood covered my fingertips. "BABY! STOP! IT WASN'T HIM!" I heard a feminine voice scream. His foot connected with my crotch as he began yelling something. My eyes shut tight as pain pulsed through my body. I coughed up more of the liquid. I'm gonna die tonight. This is the end.

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