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.


59. what did I do?

Harry's POV

I opened my eyes, to be blinded by white walls, and deafened by the humming of the overhead light and people outside. Where am I? I swung my legs from the bed and they landed on the hard ground. The bed squeaked as I stood up. That when I saw it. Bars and behind the bars, Police officers. What was going on. I ran up to the bars. I gripped the cold metal with my long fingers as I felt the tears building up. "Excuse me." My voice cracked and was hoarse. What was seriously going on with me. A man maybe in his thirties looked up at me from his computer. His bald head made me think he was old, but his blue eyes were so bright it gave him a younger appearance. He was pale but built for the job. He walked over to me, sipping from a Coffee mug. "What's going on?" He smiled. "You're in the holding cell. We received a call from a girl saying you were going to rape her." My eyes widened. "I never -" I was cut off as my head began to pound. "Ah, fuck." I breathed. Hangover. "R-rape? Do you know who I a-" "Harry Edward Styles. Nineteen. Apart of the world's biggest boy band. Mother, Anne Styles, father, Des Styles. Has two sister. Gemma the oldest and Chantelle the youngest. Best friends include Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik. Simon Cowell, manager. Has been connected to many females, including Taylor Swift." I groan. Taylor was a mistake. "Need I say more? We know things that you won't even remember. Like do you remember when you were five and you watched a cop show one night with your dad and the next day you walked into your school, saying put your hands in the air I have a bomb in the bathroom. I'm gonna blow all you bitches up?" My jaw dropped. "I-I did that?" That was unbelievable. I didn't do that! That's impossible! "Yup. Since there is no evidence in this case, they're not taking it to court and this won't be put on your criminal record." I sighed relieved. I was getting out clean. "So who should we call?" "My dad please." He nods, walking away. I watch him as he dials the number. I sigh, so I have a hangover and I'm in jail. Wow, I must've had quite the night. Shame I can't remember anything. The officer walked back. "He said he's on his way, I'm gonna let you out, but I'm gonna have to hand cuff you to the chair. It's mandatory." I nod and he unlocks the door, it slides open with a loud clicking sound. I stepped out, he slapped one of the hand cuffs on my wrist and led me to a chair where he locked the other one.


I felt anxious, dad is going to be here any minute now. What will he say? I'm disappointed in you? I expect better? Everybody makes mistakes? You just never know with my dad. I stared at the floor. There were so many female workers here, and they all either winked or looked at me in disgust knowing why I was here. I honestly don't know what happened last night. The last thing I remember was Chance's suicide attempt. I left before anything happened. I really hope dad didn't bring her. She probably dead anyways. Oh no. My sister is dead. My everything. IS. DEAD. The tears began falling and I sobbed loudly, as my body shook. Someone tapped  y shoulder. I peered up at the person. It was the same officer. "Your dad's here." He patted my shoulder, as he unlocked my wrists. I rubbed my sore wrists. I cried as I walked over to dad. "C'mon Harry. Let's go." He led the way to the car. I tried to hold back the tears. My breaths were shaky as the tears continued to fall, but I held the cries that I let out at the station. He pulled into the driveway.

I pushed the door open, he grabbed my wrists. I shut my eyes, as the pain hit me. I turned to him. "Look, we'll talk later alright. If you need me at anytime. You know where to find me." I nod and leave, shutting the door. I walk up to the porch. Am I really able to face the boys even after she's gone? The reason I started the band? I let out a shaky breath and pushed the door open. No one was downstairs. I sighed, shutting the door as quiet as possible. I walked upstairs and went into Chance's room. Everything laid untouched. Her bed was made and a letter sat in the middle of it. I opened the envelope, the letter was dated yesterday. This was her suicide note. I took a deep breath and began reading.

Dear Harry,

I want you to read this and no one else. You can't let mum or dad, or anyone read it. Not even Niall, no matter how hard he begs. I don't want anyone to know how weak I am right now. Not even you have seen me so beaten down. Harry, I know you don't deserve to hear your baby sis is leaving you, but I need to go Harry. I know this'll break your heart but I love you, always will. Even those times I screamed I hated you. Remember that time when that boy came over to work on that school project and you sent him home cause he was flirting at me. Boy did I hate you then. He was super cute! But that's not the point. I want you to know that even though I'm not physically there, I am mentally. You can have anything in my room that you'd like. Except me knickers. That's just down right weird and I'd haunt you for the rest of your fucking life. Look at me, swearing in a suicide note. I'm pretty sure that has never happened. YOLO. I also mentioned You Only Live Once in a suicide note, I'm pretty sure that's bad. But I don't want to come back, I'm unhappy and no matter how hard I try, I can't make it any better. That's why I'm leaving. Nothing's here for me anymore. I've spent enough time here, according to Twitter, too much time. So Harry, don't take this as a goodbye, but really a see ya soon. I love you.

See you soon,

Chance xx

P.S. Tell Niall he's allowed to have my undies. And my black onesie his cum got all over that! Do you know how hard it is to get cum out of clothes?! You probably do. ;)


Don't come for a visit too soon! You're life's too good right now.


Tears streamed down my face as I slipped the letter in my back pocket. I looked up to the sky. "I love you too sis. Have fun for the both of us." But then the bad things she did came to mind and I looked to the ground. "Hey sis, is it true they have cookies?" I chuckled. I walked out of her room, the tears still kept coming as I walked over to my door. I looked at Chance's door. I shut my eyes. I saw her laughing and walking inside. I opened my eyes and walked into my room to find someone in my bed. I flicked the lights on and they groaned. It sounded a lot like Chance. But maybe it's because I'm missing her. I walked over to the bed and ripped my sheets off the body to find Chance peering up at me. I let out an ear piercing scream like in the movies as she sat up. "OI! Hazzabear! People are sleeping!" She yell whispered. I backed up until my back hit the wall. She's not here. I'm just hallucinating. "Chance?" She stood up and stretched. She was wearing my shirt. "Hope you didn't mind but I was missing you a ton yesterday so I wore your clothes." She smiled. That smile... it belonged to Chance. "Harry. Are you okay? You're looking a little pale." She stepped closer until I could reach out and touch her. I bit down on my lip to prevent from screaming for help. "Harry. You look like you've seen a ghost." She laughs, and reaches for one of my curls. She twirls it around her finger. Her pale hand leaves my hair and caresses my cheek. Her hand it felt the way it did after she cut it with the glass. "U-uh Chance. C-Could you....uh show me hand?" I breathed heavily. She shrugs and shows me her palms. There they were. Every scar. "They're not quite gone yet, but the gun shout wound is. See?" She lifts the corner of her shirt revealing a fading scar. I was ready to pass out. "I love you." She sang, leaning in to kiss my cheek and that's when I screamed. I finally cracked. "YOU'RE DEAD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs banging on the door. "Harry I'm not dead!" She started to walk towards me again. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was gonna burst out of my chest. I pulled on the door knob, it wouldn't budge. "SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP ME!" I screamed. "Harry! Calm down! Let me -" She out her hand on my shoulder and that's when I went crazy I aimed low and punched her in the stomach. She made a sound and crumbled to the ground. I continued to bang on the door. "SOMEBODY! HELP ME! I'M GONNA DIE!" Where were the boys?! A fucking transparent ghost is in my room. I had to fucking punch a ghost! Wait. Doesn't your hand go through a ghost?

I stopped banging on the door as I slowly turned to the girl on the floor who slowly was choking up blood. Shit. I ran over to her body. "Chance I -" She crawled away from me. No Chance, please. "Just stay away from me." She muttered, standing up, holding her stomach and coughing. She walked out of my room. What did I do?

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