The Styles triplets

Now, I know you have heard of Harry Styles....The pop sensation, every teen girl is talking about around the universe....But there are two more....Marcel and Lance Styles...They are the siblings of Harry....They are triplets. Harry is the sensitive one(and softy, sometimes the scary one), Marcel is the nerd who spends most of his time designing clothing for his brother and hopes that someday his brothers band may wear it.... Lance is the Jock, he gets all the girls...And the other two don't know why, he is just a complete jerk...And then there's me the girl that practically grew up with these three hazardous kids, Lily. I lived right next to them and I went to their school...And I was their older sisters best friend....


9. Awesomeness

Harry and I decided to roam around alone. Since there was absolutely nothing interesting for us to do. We ended up running into, I think, Marcel. Marcel didn't have his nerdy glasses, he actually looked good. I was a little surprised by his appearance. What could have made him change? Then I remembered he lived with his jack ass brother, Lance. Harry told me him, Marcel, and Lance were going out to at as a family and I could tag along if I wish. I simply turned down the invite and said I have some things to catch up on. I walked back tot he hotel and put my ear buds in and let 'Teenage Dirtbag' play over and over again.


'Her name is Noel I have a dream about her She rings my bell I got gym class in half an hour, Oh how she rocks in keds and tube socks, but she doesn't know who I am And she doesn't give a damn about me, Cause I'm just a Teenage Dirtbag baby I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me her boyfriend's a dick and he brings a gun to school. And he'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth. He lives on my block and drives an Iroc. But he doesn't know who I am and he doesn't give a damn about me. Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me. Oh, yeah dirtbag, No she doesn't know what she's missin' Oh, yeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin' , man I feel like mould It's prom night and i am lonely. Low and Behold she's walking over to me, this must be fake my lip starts to shake. How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me? I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby Come with me Friday don't say "maybe" I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you. Oh yeah dirtbag, she doesn't know what she's missin'. Oh yeah dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'.  '

    After at least the eighth play, Niall walked in.

  "Oh, sorry. I thought Harry was here." He says.

"You're welcome to come in, Irish." I say.

He smiles and walks over towards me.

"So you and Harry are pretty serious?" He asks.

"I guess." I say.

"You don't guess you know.." He says.

I smile, "You figure it out, Horan"

 "I figure its pretty serious." He says, " Just remember to wear protection.."

He runs out before I can scold him. I roll my eyes as the door slams shut.

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