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.


46. Let's make this Public

Niall's POV

Liam excused himself and walked out. Chance sat down beside licking frosting off one of her fingers. I chuckle. She turns to me offering me her finger. "Want some?" See now this is were I become a tease. I grabbed her hand and put her finger in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it, getting every inch of blue icing off. She screws up her face I laugh as I let go off her hand taking her finger out. "Yucky." She wipes her hand on her onesie. I spy a bit of frosting on her cheek. "Babe sit still." She turns to me. I groan and put a hand at the back of her head leaned over licking off her cheek. I continued to lick her cheek even after it was gone. "Niall. Stop." She attempted to push me away It didn't work, I was way stronger than her. Thank the heavens for the Gym. I climbed onto her lap, continuing to lick her cheek. "Niall." She lets out a grunt. I laugh. I hear the door open and someone gasp. The only person who would gasp at this sight is Harry. "Niall. Stop. Harry's here." Is it bad if I didn't want to stop? I pulled away from her cheek. She wiped at it madly. "Let him watch." I breathe, pushing her down onto the bed. "Ni-" I cut her off with my lips. Harry gasped. I grabbed Chance's hand and placed it on my bare chest. She knew what to do from there. Her hand moved further down till it was at my package. She slipped her hand into my boxers. Her hand began doing things that I just can't repeat. Moans echoed through the quiet room. I knew what was gonna happen. I was gonna cum in my boxers. They were my favorite pair too! I tugged down my boxers and Harry gasped. "Fuck, Chance." I muttered as I cummed. She screamed as it got all over her hands and her onesie. "Lick it." I pointed to her hand. She stared at it and didn't think she'd do it until one by one she licked every finger off except her thumb. I stared at her shocked. That was the sexiest thing she's ever done. "Niall." I open my mouth to respond but she jabs her thumb in mouth, wiping it on my tongue and pulling out before I could shut my mouth. I swallowed. "That is just - cruel." "You know what's cruel, having to watch your little sister give your best mate a hand job. I'm scarred for life." We both laugh and I watch Harry leave.

Chance takes off her onesie throwing it on my floor. She only wore a tank top under it, without shorts. I tried to ignore the fact that she was sitting in my bed, without any underwear. I clear my throat, pulling the sheets over my lower half. "I was thinking of making us public." I explain. She stares at me, silent. The silence is killing me. "What do you think?" "Uh, why not." She seems off, distracted. I nod and pick my iPhone up off the table. I open twitter and thin off how to word my tweet. "Hey Chance -" I stop talking as I realize she's sleeping. I chuckle. I know exactly what to tweet.

'Guys I'm happy to announce that I'm happy in life with my princess @ChanceStyles we're dating and I couldn't have been happier. I love her so much!'  

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