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.


39. I've lost you

Niall's POV

My eyes slowly opened to find Chance sitting at my beside fiddling with her thumbs. "Chance?" My voice was hoarse and it didn't even sound like me. She looked up. "Hey, you're up." She cracked a tiny smile, but I could see she was hurting. "Um, where's the others?" "They're at home, I didn't call them." She nods. It seemed like she didn't want to talk to me. "Chance what's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask. "Nothing." She lied. I could tell she was lying. "Thank you." I smiled. "For what?" "Saving me." She shrugged. The doctor walked in and did something with the machines around me, but all I could think about was Chance acting so weird. I felt like she was planning something. Like something that affect everyone in the house. "You're ready to go Mr. Horan." I looked around and realized I had been disconnected from the machines. I thank him and swing my legs out from the sheets and over the floor. I was hit with pain.  I let out a groan and Chance stood up slowly sighing. She wrapped her arm around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and hopped off my knee. I hopped off the bed and my bad knee gave out. She helped me up, with a grunt. "C'mon Niall we're gonna have to walk the whole way home, just try." I nodded and straightened my back and I limped beside her and out the hospital. With every step, the pain subsided then hit me even harder. I froze when we came to a stop light, she leaned me up against the pole. It was really warm and the little snow on the ground was melting. I breathed heavily. Chance's red hair blew around as she watched the cars zoom by. She turned to me. "It's really windy." She yells over the cars. I nod. She looked ever so perfect. Knowing that she hasn't gone out much she was pale, her red hair blowing in her face, her pink lips looking ever so kissable. "Chance come here." I waved her over. She raised an eyebrow but walked over. "What do -" I cut her off with my lips.


It made me feel all warm on the inside when my lips connected with hers. I loved Chance. I couldn't keep myself away, even if I tried. She pulled away. "Niall. Stop." I stared at her confused. "I-I thought you wanted this." I'm beginning to question her feelings for me. "I thought I did too. But, it just gonna end the same way Niall. I try to not hurt anyone and in the end I end up hurting myself. I think it'd be better if we just remained friends." My heart shatters to pieces. "A-Alright." I nod and the light changes and she helps me off the pole and we cross the street. I've lost Chance. For good. What a mess I've made.

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