Rebel

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.

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Harry's here. Indicated by his knock. "Get that please Chance!" Mum screamed from the kitchen in which she was making something. I don't know why she was making herself look busy now. It was absolutely stupid to me. I got up and opened the door. Harry picks me up and spins me around, repeatedly kissing my cheek. "Harry! Put me down!" I screamed. He laughed placing me down. I stumbled and Harry caught me. This boy was too weird. He helped me regain my balance as he introduced me. "Chance this is Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall." He introduced. They waved. "Hey." I half waved. "Harry?! Is that you?" My mum smiled coming out of the kitchen with flour on her face and apron and mixing something. "Hey Anne!" The boys smiled. "Hello boys. You can head up to your rooms. I'm just making some cookies." She nodded to the stairs walking back to the kitchen. They all headed upstairs leaving me behind. I walked into the kitchen to find my mum on the phone mixing. "Oh, Chance could you please go to the corner store and buy some chocolate chips. Please?" She begs. I smiled, grabbing a bottled water. I know who would do it. "Coarse mum." She smiles. I walked out into the living room to find all the boys on the couch except Harry. "Hey, Chance. Could you be a doll and get me some water?" Zayn asks. I laugh, pushing his feet of the table. All the boys gasp and I roll my eyes. Who does he think he is? "Let's get some things straight. One, I'm not your "doll". Two, when you stay here, you will actually work and sit on your lazy ass doing nothing. Three, ask me to do something for you again and I will fucking cut you." I sassed. They boys gasped again. "You did not just say that to the Bradford Bad Boi?!" Louis gasps. I clench my fist. Don't hit him. They're new. "What makes him bad? His manicured fingernails or is it his perfected quiff?" I tease, flicking his quiff. His jaw dropped. "You did not just touch his hair." Niall says, shocked. I roll my eyes. I turn to him. "Actually I did." I return my gaze to Zayn. "Aw! Is the princess going to throw a tantrum now?" I teased, pushing out my bottom lip. He stands up. "I'm LEAVING."  He raises his voice, he walks to the door. "Hey, while you're out mum needs more chocolate chips. Be a doll and get them at the corner store." I smile. He groans, stomping out, slamming the door behind him. I smirk to myself grabbing my magazine off the table and getting comfortable. I feel all eyes on me. I look up and all the boys are starring at me. "What?" I shrug. "You've got nerve." Liam mumbles and they return to their pervious activities. I hope they don't act like this the whole summer, or I will have punched someone and I have a feeling it's little Ms. Perfect who stormed out named Zayn.

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