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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28. Chapter Twenty-Eight

"I demand to be allowed inside this apartment, Styles!" Someone says from outside.

Man, they're loud. I'm on the opposites end of the apartment and I can hear them. The weird thing is, that voice sounds really familiar.

"What's going on out there?" I ask Edward as I make my way into the living room,

"Some chick is outside fighting and yelling at Harry to let her in," he says watching TV, not looking away from the screen.

"LET ME IN!" she yells banging on the door.

"Gosh she's aggressive," I state to no one in particular.

I walk over to the door and open it, my jaw dropping at who it is,

"Miss me?" She says jumping on me.

"Denisa!" I yell in her ear.

"You really thought you could get rid of me that easily?" She asks letting go and stepping back.

"I'm so sorry! It has been really busy and crazy these past few months!" I explain to her. "Harry, why wouldn't you let her in?"

Harry looks at me and quickly looks away blushing.

"So I've heard. It's about bloody time you told someone about that sick bastard!" She says, venom dripping throughout her words. We make our way into the apartment, Harry pushing both of us out of the way to make a beeline to the couch.

"Yeah yeah, I know. But your dad sure did help," I comment sitting on the couch next to Edward, and Denisa sitting on the armchair across from us.

Edward finally looks up from the TV and looks at Denisa. Then looks at me, and then back to Denisa. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my place?" Edward asks.

"Your apartment? I thought this was Baylee's," Denisa says. She then looks at Harry, "No wonder he's here," Denisa says.

"Yes, my apartment. You still didn't tell me who you are," he repeats.

"Edward, this is Denisa...my best friend? Don't you remember her?" I say to him. I then lean closer to him and whisper, "she's the girl Harry likes."

"Oh, well then, welcome," he says, showing no emotion and looking at the TV again.

Edward's phone beeps, and as soon as he looked at it, I knew straight away what it was about. Marcel's phone, which was on the table, beeps, and I knew this was getting serious.

"Marcel!" Edward yells as he opened the message.

Marcel emerges from the bathroom to check his phone.

"Whoa! Do you live here with the Styles triplets?" Denisa asks, looking at me shocked.

I laugh at her shaking my head. "No. Only Edward. Harry and Marcel live with their mom still. I just needed some space," I explained.

"Sorry to ruin this fun moment, but Edward and I must be excused," Marcel says politely, then looks at Denisa, "nice to see you again Denisa," then looks at me, "I'll see you later." He then storms out.

"What's going on?" Harry asks, looking at his phone constantly, with a sad look on his face. He probably didn't get a message.

"Harry, you're in charge, Marcel and I have to attend some business," Edward says, looking at Denisa, who didn't notice the change of mood from everyone.

"Oh...okay? Sure..." he says confused on what was happening.

Edward looks at me and smiles a soft one, nods quickly and leaves, following Marcel out.

"That was odd," I say looking at the door Marcel and Edward just walked out of.

"Yeah. It was," Harry replied, with a sad tone.

"That was weird," Denisa comments, finally realising something just happened.

Harry and I share a worried look and continue watching TV.

~~~~*~~~~

Two hours have gone past, it's now 1pm, and Marcel and Edward are still not back.

Denisa, Harry and I have been lounging around the living room, eating ice-cream, and watching random infomercials on TV.

"I can't believe we go back to school in less than a month...and as seniors!" Denisa says.

"These holidays have gone fast! So much shit has happened. But hey, last year of high school," I reply.

"Imagine all the parties!" Harry says. "Oh, my god. I should host one. Just gotta think how to get mum out of the house..."

"Is that all you think about?" Denisa and I ask him.

"As if you don't already know that. I mean we are in the same group. Aka the 'party' group," Harry laughs.

*Knock knock*

"Who could that be?" I ask getting up and walking to the door.

I open the door and there standing on the other side is Niall, Louis, and Zayn.

"Hey, Princess," Niall greets.

"Ew," I say monotone. "Hey there, Louis and Zayn," I add smiling at them.

"Hello, Baylee," Louis and Zayn reply.

"May I help you?" I ask.

"Are Edward and/or Marcel here?" Zayn asks trying to look behind me.

"No," I tell them, not letting them know what I know. Which is next to nothing? But something seems suspicious, so I'm going to give vague answers.

"Who is at the door?" Harry asks, standing up and walking over to the door.

I open the door wider to show Harry that Niall, Louis, and Zayn are at the door

"Afternoon, Styles," Louis replies, shrinking.

"Louis, Zayn...Niall," Harry says standing up and walking to my side.

"Mind if we come in?" Niall asks looking at me.

I look at Harry and he nods.

Okay. Something is going on. What the heck is going on? Are Marcel and Edward okay?

"And who might you be?" Niall asks Denisa.

"None of your business, Horan," Harry says walking over to her.

"Ahhh, I see. She's yours," Niall says chuckling.

Harry's face flushes red from embarrassment.

"She's actually my best friend," I tell Niall, noticing that Louis and Zayn have gone somewhere. Oh no.

"Princess has a friend other than the triplets? That's surprising," he says smiling at me.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'll stop calling you it when you stop being a Princess," Niall says slowly, walking closer to me.

Harry is tapping quickly on his phone trying to not let Niall see that he is doing it. I have to distract the dummy.

"You know what," I say, changing my tone into a flirty one. "I actually like it when you call me that," I say stepping closer to him, to trail my hand on his arm.

I notice that his Adam's apple bobs slightly.

Louis walks up to us and whispers something in his ear. I take that as my cue to take a step back and notice that Harry has finished using his phone, and is looking at me with a smirk on his face. Niall nods in response to whatever Louis just told him.

"Well, we better be going now," Niall says waving winking at me, and nodding to Harry and Denisa. He walks out the door with Zayn and Louis following, closing the door behind them.

"What was that about?" I ask turning around to look at Harry, as he seems to know what happened.

"I don't know! Why are you looking at me?" he lies.

I glare at him and take a seat on the couch.

"I should go. My parents may be worried. I told them I'd be out for only an hour and it has been two and a half hours," Denisa says getting off the couch not seeming phased by anything that happened.

"I guess I'll see you soon then," I reply giving her a hug.

"You will," she says letting go and walking to the door, saying bye quickly, and leaving.

I turn around and see Harry on his phone.

"You better talk Styles," I say to him, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

"I've been ordered by Mr. Boss, also known as Edward, not to say anything to you," Harry says, with a sorry look on his face 

I scoff at Harry, and at Edward, wherever he may be, and walk away.

Idiots.

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