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.


35. I'm here for you

Harry's POV

I watched Chance stomp up the stairs. Niall slammed the front door shut and stomped into the kitchen. "What do you think happened?" Liam asks. I shrug and walk into the kitchen. In there, I find Niall, his back to the door, griping the counter so hard his knuckles were white. "Niall, what happened?" "I-I- it doesn't matter. I hurt her." He shakes his head spinning around. His eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily as he gripped his hair. "Niall. What did you do?" "I got a nurse's number, Chance saw the whole thing and we had a fight in the car, I said things I didn't mean and I hurt her. I-I hurt her Harry. I-I-I didn't mean to." He began sobbing against my chest. "I'll talk to her. Just. Stop crying. I hate seeing you sad." I frown. He sniffles. "A-a-alright."

I knock on Chance's door. There wasn't an answer. I knocked again. No answer. I knocked harder. Maybe she hadn't heard the first knock. There. Still. Was. No. Answer. I opened the door to find her frowning at herself in the body length mirror. "Chance. what are you doing?" I take a seat on her bed. "Harry, you see right?" She turns to me. I furrow my eyebrows confused. "What am I supposed to be seeing?" "I can see it. The difference. I mean look at me. I'm so short and I hardly have any curves. I may be eighteen but I am not a woman, I'm hardly a girl!" She threw her arms up in frustration. I made a loud oh. I stood up sighing. I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. "You know it's not the looks that make you a woman, it's the state of mind." I start. She stays silent. "You've always been a woman. Never have I seen you throw a fit like a little girl. If my memory serves I haven't seen you shed a tear either. I've known you've done it, I just never seen it. You're so strong, that's what makes you a woman." I continue. She continues to look at her feet. "That nurse you're comparing yourself to is a child for acting so immature. Not doing her job properly and flirting." She giggles.

"Chance, Niall didn't mean what he said. You've known him long enough to know that he does some pretty dumb shit." She giggles. "But that's why I love him." She mumbles. I smile. "Only you could love that idiot that much." I chuckle. We both laugh. "I know he's deleted the number, you are more important to him than some slutty nurse." She shakes her head, escaping my arms, sitting on the bed. I sigh and sit beside her. "I'm not too sure about that." "Trust me, he was bawling after you went upstairs. He feels terrible knowing that he hurt you. Trust me, you should've heard his words. I was surprised at how much he cared for you." She raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" She sassed. "It means, I never wanted you guys to date in the first place. I thought he was gonna treat you like the girls he met at the club. You know tap that ass and leave." She laughed. "Don't say that Harry." "I know he already tapped that ass, but he still hasn't left and I'm actually happy because I saw the way you guys looked at each other and the way he fell apart when you were shot. He truly loves you Chance. Real, true, love." "The one I asked you about?" She asked, hope in her voice. "No Chance." She frowned. "Better." She grinned. "I've got something to do!" She ran out of the room.

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