Sequel to Rebel. ... Life's changed for Chantelle. No longer having Zayn tease her. Louis never cracking another joke to make her smile. The only time she sees them are in her night terrors. Night after night, they get worse and worse. It's the same dream and everyone thinks she's gone mad. She thinks the complete opposite and thinks the boys are playing a few pranks. Things get serious when she start to hallucinate and everyone begins to worry . They send her to a mental facility that would help her, but does it really help? Or is it the final straw before she finally cracks? Losing all sanity to the point where she is a danger to herself and others around her? Find out in Human.


14. Chapter Thirteen

*3 years later*

Chance's POV

I pull my yoga pants on with my white tee, pulling my hair into a ponytail, slipping my running shoes on. I grabbed my phone and walked out the house. I sighed. Being a P.E teacher is a ton of work.


"Hi Ms.Styles!" A few kids yell over at me. I wave and they smile and run off. I jog into the school. I wave to the other teachers walking into the gymnasium. "Hey! Bout time you got here! Your coffee was getting cold." Nash smiled at me, passing me the Starbucks cup. Our fingers brushed and my cheeks reddened at the small touch as I take the cup with a small thank you. Nash was really hot. He had brown hair with a blonde streak in the front, he put the front up. Not really classified as a quiff but you could see his forehead. He had magnificent blue eyes that were so blue I always got lost in them. He had pink lips, lips I wanted to kiss so bad. He was toned and strong. Our relationship was flirtatious. I know it's nothing but mindless flirting but I can't help the blush that coats my cheek every time he says something when there's no one around. A slight brush of his finger tips makes me go red. I really like him, but we're both teachers. We're supposed to be professional.

I sit down at the long table in the office that we both share. I look out the window, watching him move as he grabs the equipment out of the closet. He is so hot. His muscles flex and I only wish for him to hold me.

Those strong arms wrapped around me, holding me t-

My phone vibrated. I answered it not checking the ID. "Hello?" I grumble. "Someone's not in a good mood!" The other voice chuckles on the other end. The voice is familiar but I can't place the voice. "Who is this?" I ask. The person gasps. I roll my eyes, looking out the window again watching Nash. "Your brother silly!" My eyes widened and I spin around away from the window. "Harry?" I whisper. He laughs. "Yeah. Hey guess where I am?" He asks. I pray it's not where I am. "I don't k-" "WHERE YOU WORK!" He screams.

Shit. Shit. SHIT! "Are you alone?" I pray he is. "No. The boys are with me. We just came to the school! See you soon sister!" He hangs up.

Oh no. Oh no. No. No. No. This is not good!

I feel my breath quickening. No, he can't come. "Chantelle? You okay." I freeze looking at Nash. He gets down on his knees beside me. His arm on my shoulder. I don't care that my cheeks are red as I shake my head no. "What's wrong?" He looks concerned, but I know it's only because he sees me as a friend if not a co-worker. "My life is starting to fall apart." Is all I say. He looks sympathetic as he sits on my lap, hugging me.

The boys will reappear in my life and it will as always make my life slowly fall apart. What is going to happen now? I lose my job? I end up homeless and have to leave with the boys? Or worse someone ends up dead again.

"Stop crying babe. Even though you look so pretty while doing it." I look up at Nash. I didn't even know I was crying. His thumb wipes away a tear. I sniffle. "That's better." He smiles. I laugh, he does too. We probably look like the world's two biggest idiots. "Nash." He nods. "You're really heavy." He laughs getting up. "Ma lady." He bows sticking out his hand. "Oh how charming." I reply as he helps me out of the seat as we walk into the gym.

"Can you get the rest of the stuff set up? I have to get the marking sheet for the classes." I nod. "Hey. Stay pretty." He winks walking out the doors. My cheeks are bright red.


Just as I finish placing the last pylon Nash walks in a smile on his face. "What's got you in such a good mood?" I giggle, sitting on the bench as the bell rings for school to start. "You." He winks, sitting beside me. I blush. He was being really flirty today. "Are you letting the kids in today?" I try and change the subject. He smiles, placing his hand on my knee. "Let's just wait a bit yeah?" He says, his hand moving up my thigh. His fingers press into the inside of my legs as his thumb traces circles on the outside. I bit my lip, holding back a moan. I don't want to stop him, but if I don't I'm goin to moan and that's going to end badly. I place my hand on his. He stops and his hands lays limp under mine. I find myself looking into his eyes. They were so blue. So beautiful. "You have really pretty eyes." He blushes but laughs to try and cover it up.

I smile. I made him blush. I move my hand move from his hand and over to his leg. I move it up to his thigh. I hear his breath hitch, as my hand is inches away from his crotch. "I'm gonna let the kids in." I whisper and stand up. I can feel him checking me out as I walk away. I turn around to find him blushing. I smile to myself, maybe I can get him to fall for me. Just maybe.

I push the door open to hit something hard. "Ouch. Was that the door?" I mumble. I look up to find a dimpled smile. Shit.

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