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.


6. Old memories

I walked into the house that smelt...familiar. I sniff the air a couple of times before stripping my jacket and walking into the kitchen. "CHANCEY!" Harry smiles. I find him mixing something. "What's going on Hazzabear?" I question. He frowns, clearly upset. Why was he all upset? Does he not like my childhood nickname for him? "You don't remember the smell?" He looks like he's about to cry. I hesitate to answer, but I shake my head. His lip begins to quiver and his vibrant green eyes losing it's happy touch. He slammed the bowl on the table and stormed out of the kitchen. What was his problem? The kitchen door swings open my mum clearly upset. A scowl taking residence. "How could you?" She shakes her head at me. "What did I do?" I question. I'm past confused. "Your brother was making you your guys favorite brother-sister snack." She explains. I blink. What was- OH MY GOSH! HARRY WAS MAKING DOUBLE CHOCOLATE FUDGE COOKIES! My jaw drops. How could I not remember?! I look back at the bowl. I'm such an idiot. "He was trying to re-connect with you. He felt as if you were drifting. So he thought baking these would help. But, clearly you don't even remember these making his assumptions true." She continues. "I can't believe I didn't remember." I mumble to myself. "I can. You a huge idiot. You better fix this. Now." She finishes walking out. Thanks mum, way to make me feel better. I groan. I never told the lad to try and fix our already broken relationship. I walk up the stairs. I gently knock on the door. "Come in." His voice was hoarse. He was crying that hard? Did I really cause him that much pain? I open the door and there he lays, on his stomach his beautiful face buried in his pillow. I can still hear his soft sobs. I slowly approach his bed and sit beside his still body. I run my finger through his curls. "Harry..." I trail off. I don't know exactly what to say. He stays silent except the few moans that escape his lips and his sniffles. "I love you." I mumble. I don't do well with emotions. Harry gasps and turns over to look at me. "You said the L word." He stares, shocked. "Harry what is Love?" I question. I don't know why I said. It's the first time those 3 words ever escaped past my lips. I've tried to say it before but I get tongue-tied. I don't know why it just slipped past my lips so naturally. My hands sit in lap as Harry sits up. "Come here." He orders softly, patting his lap. I crawl into his lap and snuggle into his arms. "Love is hard to describe sweetie." He starts. I listen to his words. Harry has always been the one to give me advice. To tell me what to do, and when to do it. I guess when he left, I lost that guidance. I missed it. a lot. "It can be great, it can be your worst nightmare." Harry sounded so wise. He was wise but the way he acts on TV you'd think he didn't know shit. "You really have know control over it. It just happens, you can like it or you can hate it but truth be told once you love someone you never really forget that person. You can try. But you'll never rid that person from your mind. They're engraved in your mind." He continues. I nod. "Like, I love you. A ton. Maybe a little too much. I can't help it and I can't do anything about it. Why? I'm not sure. You'd have to ask a scientist. Which I clearly am not. I'm only a pop star." I laugh, as I lean my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he talks. "Love is a four letter word that scares a lot of people. For many reasons from that person not loving them back to scared of someone falling out of love with them. There really is no definition for love. It's just something that you feel. Deep down inside you've known you love someone or falling for someone." He explains. I make a small "mhm." "Really all I could tell you is that it's a feeling." He finishes. I nod. "Harry are you scared of love?" I ask. "No, I'm scared of being heartbroken." He admits. "You?" He questions. I sit there and think. Am I? "Yes. I'm scared of being hurt. It hurts. A lot." I mumble the last part. I feel the tears in my eyes. Don't cry. "Who hurt you? Was I here?" He presses. I sigh. I have to tell him eventually. "A boy. His name is Jason. I, you the L word him and he didn't L word me back. He said he did but he didn't. He cheated on me with a really pretty blonde named Emma. I went to the mall one day with Mackie and saw him with Emma making out. He broke up with me that day. I haven't talked or seen either one since that day." I finish my story, tears poured down my face. Harry squeezes me tighter. I guess I have felt the L word before. I'm just scared of it.

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