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.


79. The Funeral

Before you start reading listen to Terrible Things by Mayday Parade. It kinda goes along with this. Sorta.


I sat there as everyone made a speech about the two boys. Calum and Robyn's were a few weeks ago. I'll never know what he wanted me to know. I shake away Calum, It was Louis and Zayn's day. Harry stood up. He slowly walked up to the podium. He sniffled. He looked at me. I nodded. He cleared his throat.

"Knowing these two boys, it was honestly a blessing. They were two of the four best things in my life after my sister Chantelle. Louis, without his loud voice echoing through the house it's extra quiet. A ton of people thought Louis was just a prankster, a joker. But really I think that was just a front. Cause there was always that extra rare moment when he'd reveal his true broken self. It was those moments I'd treasure most. Zayn, a lot of people thought he was the quite one but really he was the craziest out of us all." I smile, Harry smiles too.

"When you got him alone he'd go ballistic. It was like he was having a sugar rush things, it was hard to get the lad to sleep. Zayn, he was something else. You couldn't really hate either of them cause they were so loveable. Zayn was pretty and Louis was funny. I remember, Zayn the vain. Louis the leader cause that was all that was left. He always did gave this effect on how we made our choices. He was the bravest, the oldest, but probably not the most wise. That goes to Zayn, a hundred percent. Zayn was your go to advice guy for love, anything he was the wise one. It's gonna be hard without either of them around. I probably will never be the same but these boys would want me to, so I'm gonna try my best." A tear escaped his eye as he walked down.

It was my turn. I hugged him, "you can do it." He whispered. I nodded and got up on stage, straightening out my dress. "Uhm, I haven't actually personally known these boys for a year yet but they had become a big part of my life even though Zayn and I did not get along. He dyed my hair red, I cut the crotches out of his underwear, we both strongly disliked each other." The crowd chuckled.

"I'd never admit it to him when he was ya know here, but I always kinda looked up to him. No matter how much I disliked him, I did look up to him cause when he wasn't at my throat he was actually pretty wise. Louis was my favourite, no offence to the other boys or my brother but Louis was just interesting. Louis and I got along. Better than Zayn and I had, that's for sure." They laughed.

"Louis was super loud, and nice, caring, sweet, I could go on forever but..." I trailed. We all don't have that kind of time. I looked at the caskets. "Louis was an all around great guy and I sometimes got mad at how much of a great person he could be." The crowd laughed.

"Legit. He was too nice of a person, so I got mad naturally of how bad of a person I looked. I mean I clearly was the better person when it came to Zayn cause I didn't kick his ass when he dyed my hair. Look at that, I'm cursing at a funeral. Only I would do that." They laughed again, but the laughs were pain filled.

"I'm really gonna miss Zayn teasing me everyday..." I bit my lip, looking up to stop my tears. I looked at Harry, he nodded. "I'm really gonna miss Louis smiling and cracking jokes. I'm just really gonna miss them." I sniffled. "I wish they'd come back. But they're not coming back. They never are." I bit my lip. "I love you guys." I walked off stage and the boys enveloped me in a hug. We whispered things to each other. A lot of "we'll get through this." Went around. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned my head to find both their mums, tears in eyes. We let them in the hug, just holding each other.


I stayed close to Harry's body, he held me tight. I watched as both caskets were lowered. I wanted to jump into the hole. They couldn't be gone. No, they were alive. They were being buried alive! My heart began to race and I found myself fighting against Harry. "They're alive Harry!" I wailed. "Chance, please stop." I continued to flail. "No! Stop!" No one paid any attention to me. They were in their own world, thinking their own things. Harry yanked me to his chest, holding me tight. "They're alive." I said my voice barely a whisper. Harry rocked me back and forth. He kissed my forehead. "We'll get through this. Together. I promise." He whispered. He repeated that over and over. He promises.

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