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.


17. I give up

I stood in the hallway, reality it hit me the moment Louis had walked out along with Niall. I'm a monster. I mean this is what I wanted. To keep myself to myself. My walls intact. I got that but I never knew I'd hurt people. Two really great people. Who didn't deserve what I did. The door swung open and Zayn was looking pretty pissed if I do say myself. He stomped over to my body that was paralyzed with fear on the edge of the bed. "You better fucking fix this." He pointed a finger in my face. I looked up at him, don't be scared Chance. I raised an eyebrow, pulling my best amused face. "What should I fix? Your face? Cause I can do that." I smirked. "Fix Niall and Louis. Now." He muttered, grabbing my shirt and dragging my out the door. I slapped at his arms and was about to spit on him, when he threw my at Niall's door. "Fix it, or else." "Don't tell me what to bloody well do." I straightened out my shirt, glaring at him. He shook a fist at me. I flipped him off, walking into Niall's room. There he sat on his side facing the door, sniffling. I frowned, sitting beside his still body. He scooted to the side and pated the spot next to him. I laid down next to him. It was silent. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my close. I buried my face in his chest, the little hairs tickling me. I let a little giggle escape my lips. He runs his hand repeatedly through my hair. I'm supposed to fix this, not pull him in further!  I began to back away from his body "Ni-" "Shut up. Just shut up." He muttered, pulling me back into his chest. "I-I just want this moment. So just shut up, just -" He began crying. No Niall, stop. Don't cry please. His body slowly stopped shaking and he wasn't sniffling anymore. Did I fix this? Did I really? I'm so confused. I looked up at Niall to find him looking down at me. "Niall, I give up." I whisper. "Don't." He begs. "If I don't than someone gets hurt." I explain. "Well, I won't give up." He mumbles. I bite my lip and retreat back to his chest.

"Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up"
He sang quietly. I smile to myself. His voice was beautiful.

"And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn

God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up"
He takes a finger placing it under my chin, making me look at him.

"I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up, still looking up."
He smiles as he finishes. I smile back.

"I'm really falling for you Chance." He whispers. I blush. Thankfully, the room was dark. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. Maybe I wanted this. Maybe I didn't give up. Maybe, just maybe, I am ready for this.



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