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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7. Let's have some fun...

I woke up in Harry's arms. He looked so peaceful sleeping. I looked out the window. The sky looked beautiful. The sun just rising, coloring the grey clouds pink and orange. It was so magnificent. I've never seen anything prettier. I smile. I have gone soft. It's all One Direction's fault. I have to spend more time with Mackie. Like maybe half the summer. Speaking of Mackie, I wonder what the emergency was? I patted my pocket, finding my iPhone unharmed. I dial out her number and place the phone to my ear. It ran three times and I was about to hang up when her voice rang out. "Hey Chance. What's up?" her voice was monotone. "I was just wondering if you were okay." My voice went high at the end making it sound as if I unsure about what I was doing. "You care about me? Have you gone soft Chance?" She questions. I look back to make sure Harry was still asleep. Yup, sleeping like an angel. "Yes, I have! I need your help! I've gone all mushy inside. I don't wanna be mushy! I wanna be all tough and care-free like before." I whined. "Babe, only one way you can do that. Go around someone you hate. So much that you'd choke 'em if you got the chance. You have someone in mind?" She asks. It doesn't take a second before Zayn comes to mind. I have to hang around him? For the whole summer? To be tough again? Yuck! The thought makes me sick to my stomach. I hate him so much that - "You there Chance?" Mackie's voice breaks me from my violent thoughts. "Uh yeah. I got a person in mind. Nice chat. Gotta go." I hung up before she could say goodbye. I crawled put of Harry's lap and walked out into the hallway. It was dead silent. Not for long. I went downstairs and grabbed a bucket and poured cold water in it and dumped some ice cubes in it. I stuck my finger in it. I shivered as Goosebumps popped up all over my arms. I picked the bucket off the table. Damn, this is heavy! I slowly walked up the stairs trying not spill any. Unfortunately, I spilled half of it. I finally got to the top of the stairs and then it hit me. There's a shower and a sink upstairs. I could've got cold water from there! I hear a door creak open and Niall walks out in his boxers. Damn his got nice abs. "Chance, what are you doing?" He questions, his morning voice still intact. Damn, he looked super sexy in the morning hair and voice and all. "Having a little fun." I answer, carrying the half full bucket into Zayn's room. He slept soundly. He looked so calm. Truthfully he was a little devil. "Zayn" I sang his name mischievously. He mumbles something in sleep. "Wake up." I whispered. "Go away." He grumbled.  "Fine I warned you." I giggle lifting the bucket of the floor. "What do y-" Was all he was able to say before he let out an ear-piercing scream as the water hit him. I laughed and ran out with the bucket. "CHANTELLE!" He screamed. I laughed even harder as he ran out into the hallway. Niall stood there wide-eyed at a drenched Zayn. "Aw, is baby gonna cry now?" I fake a pot and making a crying face. He growls and runs after me but slips before he gets to me. I laugh as Harry walks out of his room. "What's going on here?!" He shouts. Uh oh. "Nothing big bro." I say, being as cute as possible. He smiles and shrugs. "Alright, well, I'm gonna make breakfast." He walks over Zayn and down the stairs. "How'd you? And Harry? What just happened?" Niall stares confused at me. Gosh, he was adorable like that. I'm going soft. Never said this many things to myself about a guy. I've gone soft. "This will happen a lot more often." Is all I say walking away. It's going to be a very long summer.

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