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.


28. She's not coming back

Niall's POV

I watched as Chance ran into the kitchen. "Niall! Do something!" Harry screamed. Another glass shattered. I jumped beside him. "She's a fighter, it'll be alright." I nodded. That's when I heard it. A gun shot. My eyes widened. "H-Harry w-why I-is there a-a g-gun h-here?" I whispered, shaking with fear. "It was in emergencies. Our dad taught us how to use it as children. I-I think Louis has it." More shots were fired and with every shot we huddled closer together. All of a sudden Liam ran out and I couldn't be happier. "Liam!" I scream. He spins on his heels and hops beside me. "Where's Chance?" Harry asks. "She tackled Louis. The lad's gone mad!" He yell/whispered. I couldn't help but chuckle. "He was always a bit crazy." I mumble. There was glass shattering coming from the kitchen. I watched the kitchen door. "She'll be out soon." Liam assured me. I heard Louis let out an ear-piercing scream as another shot was fired. This time it was different. It was silent, not a sound came from the kitchen. "You think she's okay?" Zayn asked. It was the first time I heard him talk since I came. I nod slowly.

"NIALL! HARRY!" Louis' panicked voice echoed through the quiet house. I hopped up and bolted to the kitchen, Harry right on my heels. My hands hit the door hard, it swung open and I froze at the sight. I felt the color drain from cheeks. Chance was laying there in a pool of blood. Zayn was the first to run over to her body. "It's gonna be okay. Just stay awake." Zayn this isn't gonna be okay! She's sitting in her own blood! What about that seems okay. I was bawling. I fell to the floor, finding it hard to breathe. The paramedics and fire fighters ran into the kitchen. Who called 999? a Fire Fighter kneeled down beside me. I was chocking on my tears and air. He patted my back gently. I watched as they carried Chance out. I stared at the red. It made me nauseas just staring at it. Liam kneeled down by me. "Just relax." The fire fighter cooed. I took in deep breaths. I felt a little better as I looked up at the ceiling trying to forget what I just saw. "I better get going." He walked out. Liam helped me up. "We better get going."

I sat there in my seat as Harry frowned at me. Maybe she wasn't coming back. "Niall..." I shut my eyes. She's not coming back. I saw the blood. "She's not gonna come back." I began crying into my hands. "No Niall. Stop crying. She'll come back." Liam wrapped his arms around me. I hid my face in his neck. Chance used to hide in my neck.

"I love you Chance."

"I love you too."

I cried harder at the memories. "She's not coming back Liam." I sobbed and all he did was sigh. "Niall I'm so sorry." Louis whispered, his voice dripping in guilt. I ignored him. I breathed heavily. "Niall, it's gonna be alright. We'll get through this together." Liam kissed the top of my head. I couldn't help but feel like a girl as I fist at his shirt clinging to him. I cry more realizing if Chance hadn't ran in Liam would be the one with the bullet inside him. I was dry heaving as I cried. It was horrible. She's not coming back.    

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