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.


40. When you're gone

When we arrived home, everyone was asleep. I shut the door and even help Niall take off his shoes. That's what a good friend does right? Cause I'm new to this whole break up and be friends thing. I helped him upstairs and lead him to the door and let him do his thing. He opened up the door and limped in. I walked back to my room and fell onto my bed, sighing. I was exhausted.


When I opened my eyes, it was late in the afternoon. I felt like I could go for another nap. I lay down again but I just couldn't fall asleep! I crawled out of bed, yes I literally rolled off the bed, onto the ground and crawled on all fours to my closet. I sighed and puled on one of my onesies, it was black. I got back on all fours and crawled to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth on the floor.

I got up and it felt like bricks were attached to my legs as I dragged them. What was wrong with me this morning? I slammed the door, I winced at the pain in my side. Did that movement really bother the wound? I never even looked at the mark it left. I was about to lift up my shirt but realized I was wearing a onesie. I shrugged and left it for another time. "Hey sissy!" Harry smiled, wrapping me in his arms. I groaned as I had a headache. He let go, and frowned examining me.

"Is everything alright?"

That was the question, was everything alright? Niall limped down the stairs and looked even sadder than me. "Hey." I tried to smile, but failed. He looked at me for a good two minutes and limped into the kitchen. The other boys followed him, but Harry stuck around for awhile. "I'm just drained." I said, collapsing on the couch. Harry sat beside me. I leaned back and shut my eyes. I felt like my body was ready to shut down. "Physically or mentally?" "Both." He made a sound of understanding. "C'mon let's get you some breakfast." He stood up. I stood up too but felt dizzy and fell back onto the couch.

"Chance? You alright?" "Yeah, just a little dizzy." I answer, keeping my eyes shut waiting for it to disappear. "Well, how about I go get you some Pop Tarts your favorite and you eat it here?" I nodded. My body was so heavy and I felt like I couldn't open my eyes.

Harry's POV

I was worried about Chance, I've never seen her look this bad. The past few weeks, it's like she's just getting worse and worse. I don't know what to do. I popped two Pop Tarts in the toaster and listened to the conversation the boys were having. "Wow, that must have been a tough night for you." Zayn frowns. Niall simply nods. I stay in confused silence in the corner with the toaster. "Well, hey. You're a trooper, you'll get through this. If you don't you still got us to lean on. Right Harry?" Liam questioned me. "Uh, yeah, of coarse. I mean, we're always he-" "You have no idea what we're talking about." "Pretty much." We all laugh and it's just like old times.

"Don't worry about. I'll fill you in later, right now, Niall's on the market. So I say as soon as we finish breakfast we head to the mall to find the babes." Zayn winks. We laugh. "Yeah, you'll get tons of numbers if you play the pity card Nialler." Louis joked. We all laughed. I was aware of his limp, but I just didn't know why. But I'll find out soon enough. But him and Chance aren't a thing anymore? "You and Chance broke up?" "She actually made the call for them to be friends." Louis explains. I stared at Niall in shock. He simply nods. The tarts popped out of the toaster and I jumped not expecting that. The boys laughed. I glared, putting them on a plate. "BRB!" I scream and walk out into the living room. I sat down beside her and I could hear her breaths and how short they were like she was panting. "Chance? Sweetie? Are you all right?" I felt tears prick at my eyes. I can't go through this again. I ran in to the kitxhen tears streaming down my face.

"LIAM! CALL 999!" I screamed, crying. Liam didn't even question me he pulled out his phone and dialed the three numbers chatting with the operator. "Harry what's wrong?" Zayn asks, sitting on the floor beside me. "I don't know, something's wrong with Chance." I sobbed. Everyone's eyes widened and they ran out into the living room. I can't do this. I'm gonna lose Chance again. I cried even harder, laying on my back and choking on my sobs. "WHY!" I screamed, tears rolled down my face as my body shook. I let out wails as I heard the door burst open and warm air filled the house. I dragged my body to the door, on my stomach and cracked the door open and watched them place Chance on a stretcher. I let out another scream and a paramedic ran over to me. I couldn't breath and I felt light headed. "Sir, calm down." "NOOOO!" I wailed. Liam ran over to us. "Harry, please do-" I didn't hear the rest of the sentence as I gasped for my last breath and I passed out.  

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