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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49. Worries

I shut my eyes, as we took off starting the nine hour flight. "Don't go to sleep. They just turned the Wi-Fi on." Mackie shook me awake. I groaned, I honestly didn't want to be talked to. I just took off and I already miss Niall. "I just wanna sleep." I shook her arm away. "C'mon I wanted to take selfies!" I groaned. "No. Go away." She sighed giving up. I got myself comfortable under the Harry Styles blanket Harry got me as a joke.

...

I opened my eyes. I. Was. Still. On. This. Bloody. Plane. I groaned and looked over at Mackie who unfortunately was sleeping. I pulled out my iPhone. She wasn't joking when she said the Wi-Fi was on. I went through my texts with the boys. I even texted Zayn.

I shivered at the thought of the dark haired lad. I decided to text Liam of all people.

I hate flying.

His reply was instant as if he was waiting for me to text.

Hey! Something you and Zayn have in common!

I shivered.

Stop reminding me of him. Remember I'm supposed to ENJOY this holiday.

Guess I shouldn't tell you Niall cried himself to sleep.

I felt a pang of guilt. I knew I shouldn't have left.

You shouldn't have.

Sorry.

I didn't reply after that. My iPhone binged with replies from Liam, until he gave up. I knew I shouldn't have gotten on this plane. I knew this would be a bad idea. I shook Mackie. She grumbled something. I shook her harder. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What do you want?" She groaned. "We need to go back home." Her jaw drops. "You're not serious right?" I nod. She sighs. "Why?" "Niall -" She groaned loudly. "I know you're loving this whole boyfriend thing, but I thought best friends were key parts of your life too." She shakes her head. "Look, when you left me for that Robyn girl, Niall was there and you know I kinda need him a lot now." I shrug. She rolls her eyes.

"Chance, since I'm your friend I'm gonna tell you something that you would've found out the hard way. He's only here for the summer. He's gonna leave for work again. When he does, you'll only have social media. Girls will be throwing themselves at him. He'll eventually catch one." What is she saying? Niall will catch one? Wait, is she implying that Niall will cheat on me? "Niall would never -" "Babe, open your eyes. They're all the same. Don't think cause one seems so nice that he's different. They're not." I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. What do I say? That's not true? Cause it probably is. I turn to the window. "Chance, I-"

I turn to her, I smile softly. "No, you're right. I should learn that now, before I hurt myself." She frowns, but closes her eyes, going back to sleep. I open my iPhone and look and realize Niall also texted me.

Babe, I miss you. xx

I love you. xx 

Come back soon please. xx

Just 

The last text he didn't finish. I could assume he was going to say Just have fun, but he could have said just be safe, or just remember I love you. I'll never know. I looked at Liam's texts.

Chance?

Are you there?

Are you mad?

or sad?

Please don't be sad, I don't want to ruin your trip.

Please be happy.

I'll stop texting now.

Love you. xx

I sighed. He really did mean well. He just said a little too much. I decided to text him to put him out of his misery.

I'm not mad, I'm a little sad, but don't worry. I'll get over it by the time we land. I'll be happy. Promise. I love you too sexy. xx

I smiled when he replied.

THANK THE HEAVENS! I thought you were dead! Glad you'll be happy. Wanna talk about it? I promise I can make it better if we talk over the phone. BEFORE YOU LAND! I'm not the sexy one. It's YOU. ;)

 I dial his number and laugh when he picks up after the first ring. "CHANCE!" I laugh again. "See I already made it better." I rolled my eyes, but then remembered he can't see me. "Whatever." He laughed. "Alright lay it on me. What's up?" I sigh, should I lie?

"I, uh, just missed you guys. That's it. Especially you." He laughed. "Really Chance what's up?" I groan and finally confess. "Well Mackie brought up the fact that Niall leaves next month and then he goes back to work and girls will throw themselves at him and he'll in her words, will catch one." Liam sighs.

"But that's ridiculous right? Niall is not that kind of person." He stays silent. "Liam?" "Yeah?" His voice is less cheery then earlier. "What are you hiding?" I ask. He sighs. "Chance, Niall's cheated on every girlfriend he had. He never trusted himself to date another girl cause he was afraid to hurt another. I'm surprised he let himself near you. The truth is, Niall is not the guy to trust. He is exactly that person."

I bit down on my lip to keep from sobbing. Tears streamed down my face. "Chance? Sweetie? Are you okay?" I hung up on him. This can't be true. I bit down harder on my lip. I tasted my blood. Mackie stirred beside me. "Chance? Why are you crying?" I tasted the bitterness of my blood. "Y-you were r-r-right. N-Niall I-is t-t-that p-p-person." I covered my face with my hands and sobbed harder. I heard her sigh. She must have put up the arm rest because she pulled me down and put my head on her lap. She ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm here." I realized the first thing she said wasn't that it'll be alright cause it wouldn't. It never would be. I can't trust the guy I love. I thought I saw myself in the future with him. Which probably isn't the best thing now, cause he'd cheat on me. What's the point of a relationship without trust?

...

There was thirty minutes until we landed. I stood up. "I'm going to the washroom." I told Mackie, grabbing my backpack and walked down the aisle to the washroom. I walked in and shut the door, and locked it. In the mirror I looked terrible. My hair messy on one side because of laying down on Mackie's lap and the other side in little knots because of how much she played with my hair. My cheeks were splotchy and red, while my eyes were red. I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face a few times. My cheeks were still a little blotchy but my eyes were no longer red. I opened my bag and grabbed a brush. I brushed through my hair and smiled when I was done I looked somewhat normal. My hair was a curly mess and it was all over my face. I rolled my eyes becoming fed up and but everything back in my bag. I zipped it up and walked out of the bathroom. My hair blocked partial vision, but I didn't care. Cause I had bigger problems. But I can't enjoy this stupid trip if I keep worrying about everything. I wish Mackie hadn't brought up this stupid unfaithfulness shit. I wouldn't be this concerned about this. Ugh! My life is so difficult.

 

 

 

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