Styles Triplets. Plus one!

Mae is 16 years old. Harry, Marcel, and Edward are her cousins. When her parents die in a car crash she has to move in with them. Gemma is in college Harry and Edward are always fighting. Marcel is always being picked on. Can Mae handle the loss of her parents plus being with 3 boys with NO female help?


3. School.


                                                             ~ Her Bathroom ~



                                                            ~ Her room ~



` Mae's P.O.V ~


I heard the beeping sound of my alarm clock and groaned. Today the boys and I would be going to school. This is something I hate. School is horrible. I don't know why we can't just have school online. It would be much easier.

I got up and began tucking the white sheets into the corners of my bed, then pulled the blanket over top of it. My Mum had taught me to never keep my room messy  or dirty and that's exactly what I did.


I could hear they boys downstairs arguing about something. Breakfast probably. I walked into the bathroom across the all from my room. Anne and Robin's house was huge, The boys and I get our own bathrooms. Back when I lived with my parents, we shared one bathroom in our tiny house.

I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked just like my Mum. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. I looked nothing like my Dad. But, I was a Daddy's girl. Tears sprung into my eyes thinking about them but I blinked them away.

I made sure the door was closed before peeling my clothes off and turning on the shower. I made sure it was warm enough before stepping in, closing the curtain behind me. I let the warm water calm my nerves. My nerves had been going crazy all week as school approached and now it's here. I may seem calm on the outside but inside I'm terrified.

I washed my hair and body before stepping out. The cool air hit my body and a shiver crawled up my spine. I grabbed my towel and dried off. I forgot my clothes in my room. Damn it. Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis come over in the mornings. I did not want them to see me half naked. Especially Louis.

I opened the door and made sure no one was there. I quickly ran to my room, almost slipping on the hard wood floors.

I made it to my room without the boys seeing me. I closed the door and leaned up against it taking a deep breath. I made a mental note to never forget my clothes in my room ever again.

I went and closed the window that I left open last night and let my towel drop. I pulled on my underwear and put my hair up in the towel. I was lucky I had a lock on the door just incase the boys come barging in on me.

I took my clothes out and stepped into them. Buttoning my shirt up I heard a knock at my door.

"Just a second!" I called. I took my hair down from the towel and threw it in the laundry bin that Anne put in for me. She told me just put my dirty clothes in it until it's full. It was a pretty smart idea.

I unlocked my door and opened it. It was Louis. I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach but I paid not attention to them.

"Yes?" I asked him. He had a cheeky grin on his face. Gosh this boy was cheeky.

"Can I come in?"

"I'm getting ready. I don't need any distractions." I teased. He let out a chuckled and leaned up against the wall.

"I won't be a distraction." He told me. "Please?' He stuck out his bottom lip pouting. I couldn't help but smile at him.


He smiled and walked into my room. I closed the door but not all the way. I didn't want the boys thinking something was up.

He sat down on my bed and grabbed one of my pillows. I watched him.

"Go on do your thing." He told me. His head hit the pillow . I giggled and sat down at my vanity. I brushed my hair making sure there wasn't any tangles before twisting it into a braid. I grabbed my makeup up bag. Louis shuffled towards me and sat down in the chair beside me.

I started with foundation. Covering up every blemish.

"You know you shouldn't wear makeup, love." He told me. His voice was softer than usual.

"Why is that?" I asked putting powder on my face setting the foundation. I placed it back down in the bag and looked at him.

Louis stroked my cheek lovingly. "Because you're beautiful without it."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I shook my head. "I'm the same person Lou. I just covered up the imperfections. Which is my whole face." I told him laughing a bit.

He shook his head smiling and scooted closer to me.

"You're perfect." He whispered. And with that he pressed our lips together.

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