The Styles Triplets

Harry, Edward and Marcel may all look the same, but they are completely different, especially their secrets. Baylee may look like a normal girl, but her mom passed away 6 years ago and no one knows the real reason why, until she is forced to tell the boys. Not only does she have a big secret, they all do too.

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6. Chapter Six

"Deal?"

Marcel, Harry, and Edward look at me.

"Deal," I say back shaking Harry's hand.

How did I get myself into this?

Oh yeah. After we all finished unpacking it was about 2pm, we had lunch and now it's 3. We were in the backyard next to the pool making this idiotic bet.

It started off with Harry saying how he can do a backflip into the pool, and I replied saying anyone can.

And then he replies saying, "I bet you can't do one from the ground."

And I just laughed, having Edward look at me with a knowing look, before turning it back to a resting glare.

So we are now in a 'gymnastics competition' seeing who can do the most front and back flips.

The bet:

If Harry wins, I have to clean his underwear for the entire time we are here.

If I win, he has to be my personal servant.

Marcel is going to be the judge. Let's hope he doesn't take sides. Edward's just sitting to the side laughing at a cocky Harry.

We have moved to the grass area behind the pool for safety.

"Harry, Baylee, good luck. Don't kill yourself." Marcel says, sounding like a parent.

We both mutter thanks and look at each other.

We move away from each other so that we have enough space.

"I'll go first. Remember, I do one, you do one, I do two, and you do two and so on till 5. And then we do front flips the same way." Harry says looking at me.

"Okay," I say nodding.

Harry does one back flip. I clap as a friendly gesture.

I then I do one. I look at Harry and he looks astounded. I just smile at him.

He does one, lands it right, and then another one. He is surprising me, that little bugger.

I then do two, and we keep doing this.

"Harry and Baylee. You guys are amazing. You both did back and front flips without failing." Marcel says. "I'm sorry to say but it's a tie."

"How is this going to work with our bets?" Harry asks.

"Simple. Do what we said. You be my servant whilst I clean your...erm...undies." I say.

"Alright, but first, where did you learn how to do backflips so neatly?" He asks.

"I used to do gymnastics. I guess I decided that I'd work on what I know and perfect it myself." I reply. "How did you learn?"

"I taught myself," he says all proudly.

I just laugh at him. "Well come on servant, I'm getting thirsty; I want you to make me a lemonade using those lemons from that tree over there," I say while pointing at the lemon tree in the backyard.

"But I don't know how to?!" He exclaims.

"Well learn," I say walking off and going inside.

I can hear Marcel and Edward laughing at Harry, and Harry telling them to shut up.

~~~~*~~~~

First night here and already I can't sleep.

I get out of bed and put on warmer clothes so I don't get cold.

I carefully open and close my door, trying to not make any noise and walk downstairs. I put on my favourite pair of Uggs and walk out the front door, making sure that it is left unlocked.

I walk out to the road and look up at the night sky, filled with a blanket of stars.

I start heading to the left, down the street until I found the path I made, that not many people know of.

I reach the beach and smell the sea water. I take off my Uggs and walk towards the water

I found a good spot to sit, close to the water but dry.

I place my Uggs next to me and get my phone out of my pocket looking at the time.

1:43 am

I won't be here for long, hopefully.

I sit there for what feels like hours relaxing and thinking.

I snap out of my daze when I feel someone sitting down next to me. I look over at the person, not being surprised at who it was.

"Did you know it is 2:18 am?" He asks.

"Nope," I say looking back at the water.

"You've been here for like half an hour," He states. 

We sit in silence for a while until he breaks it.

"Relaxing isn't it?" He asks.

"Always has been, always will be," I say taking in a deep breath.

"Being here has brought back so many memories." I nod in agreement. "Do you think the others know anything or suspect anything?" He asks.

I look at him taking in his features and say, "They'll find out soon. They did know about what happened between us, but I don't think they know what happened here that summer."

"That was a good summer, I have to admit." He says.

"Of course it was, I was there," I say winking then laughing.

He just laughs at me. "Well, I ruined it after we came back. Like I've said many times before, I'm so sorry. I was ju-"

"Don't say you're sorry, when you and I both know you're not. I know what happened. I saw it with my own two eyes. It doesn't take a genius to realise what you were doing. You don't have to explain. I've said many times before, it's going to take more than an apology for me to forgive you. You broke my heart in the worst way possible." I say.

We come into a silence that wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable.

I get up dusting the sand off my butt and bending down getting my shoes and phone.

"It's getting late, we should head back before someone else notices my absence," I say turning around and walking back to the boardwalk to put my shoes back on.

I turn around to see if he was coming and he was right next to me.

"Baylee, what can I do for you to forgive me? Please tell me! You don't know how fucking sorry I am." He says.

I look up at him and simply say, "There's nothing you can do."

With that, I start walking down my route with him following me.

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A/N.

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