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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78. Reality

Zayn's POV

I opened my eyes to find a dull grey room, a small window in the corner, letting a streak of light in. The air was warm and as far as I could tell we were in a basement. Droplets of what I hoped was water fell from the ceiling. Great, if it wasn't any worse, Chance was with me.

"Zayn?" Her voice cracked. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I said harshly. "Nothing." She fell silent again. I stared at the wall in front of me, I wiggled my fingers trying to get the feeling back into them. Wherever I was, I was tied to a chair. I heard a groan. I turned my head to the right to find Louis?! Was he here the whole time? "Hey man." A small smile spread to my lips. "Hey. Do you know where we are?" He questions. "My guess is a leaky basement." "Good guess." I chuckled. He did too.

Suddenly you could hear footsteps, I tried to see who was coming but I couldn't the way I was positioned. The sound of locks opening echoed through the room. Was my possible killers really gonna come into the room? The door made a low groan, clearly this place hasn't been used very often. "Who is it Zayn?!" Louis pipes up. "I dunno know! I can't see!" I reply.

Chance's POV

Two figures walked into the room and I instantly knew who one was. Calum, I've basically memorized his physique. I kept my mouth shut as he stood to the side as a girl with brown hair sticking out from her mask came to my side. Her bright red mask covering her face only revealing her chocolate brown eyes. "Hey you." She enters my personal space and I'm instantly uncomfortable. "What do you want from me?" I spat. She laughed. "That's not the question you should be asking, love." She said. She was British. She pulled the mask off fixing her hair.

"Remember me?" My body tensed and my heart raced. I bit back a scream, letting out a tiny squeal. She laughed. "The question you should be asking is what I'm gonna do to you." My eyes widened. "Do something?" Calum spoke up, removing his mask. "That was never apart of the plan." She shook her head, turning to him.

"Neither was you speaking up or taking off your mask. Look I needed the muscle earlier, you're no use to me now." She turned back to me. I felt bad for Calum. He grabbed her shoulder. "Samantha -" Samantha? "Bloody hell." She breathed. "My name isn't Samantha it's Robyn. Get it fucking straight or don't call me at all." His jaw dropped. I let out a groan. "When did my life get so fucked up!" She turns back to me, I'm no longer scared of her. She's just a heartless liar.

"Let them go." Calum grabbed her shoulder. "I swear if you touch me one more fucking time, I will hurt you." She turned to me. I watched as Calum walked a few steps then turned around. "I'm calling the police and they'll lock a crazy fucked up person like you up in p-" he was cut off by Robyn. She spun around. "I'M NOT CRAZY!" She screams. I hear a gun shot and I squeeze my eyes shut. I hear the boys scream.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She yells over them. "You're a fucking crazy ass bitch! Let us-" Louis was cut off by another shot. "LOUIS!" Another shot. No, no. This isn't happening. I'm just imagining everything. When I count to three it'll all be over.

1,

Zayn screamed my name.

2,

Another gun shot was fired.

3,

I opened my eyes to find a dead Robyn in front of me. I looked to my left to find Zayn on his chair his body limp. "Louis?" No response. "Zayn?" Silence. "Calum?" I held back the waterfall. He groaned. "Calum! Untie me! I'll get help!" He made a sound. He clawed at the floor dragging himself over. He used Zayn for support, sitting on his lap. He untied one of my hands. He reached for my next one but paused. "Chant, I want to tell you -" he was cut off as he fell to the ground. My eyes widened. "CALUM!" I screamed as I pulled at the rope. It finally gave way. I got up and searched his pockets. I found his phone.

I held back the tears as I dialled the number. "Hello?" The Irish accent said. "Niall, It's Zayn and Louis. They're dead." He doesn't reply. "Niall?" Silence. "Niall!" He was quiet. "DAMMIT NIALL ANSWER ME!" I screamed. He hung up. No, I refuse to believe this is real. This isn't real!

I stood up and ran out of the door. I walked up the steep staircase and opened a door. It led to a living room. I walked out the front door, dialling 999. I won't let them die.

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