The Styles Triplets

The three Styles triplets were some of the most wanted boys in the school. Well, at least two of them were. There was Harry, charming and cheeky. Edward, your normal bad boy. Then... there was Marcel, well, he was a nerd. No matter their reputations, they were always there for each other, but what happens when the new girl turns things upside down and finds herself in... triple trouble.

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8. Getting to know the real Edward Styles

When Edward showed me to his motorcycle I hesitate. How did he even ride that?! He hops on top, slipping on a helmet. "What are you waiting for?" he smirks and I slowly step towards him. I can't believe I was going to do this. He holds out a black helmet, identical to his and I slip it on and slide behind him. "Wrap your hands around my waist gorgeous" I hear him and shake my head. I'd rather fall off. "Just do it Aleisha" he sighs, and I grab his strong hips, hugging him from behind. He was so comfortable. I find myself relaxing into his back as he starts the vehicle.


The ride wasn't as horrible as I thought... It was actually kinda fun. My favourite part was turning the sharp corners and I  just loved the feeling of the breeze in my wavy hair. He finally pulls up in front of an empty park. A park? He jumps off and grabs my small waist, picking me up off the bike and placing me on the ground beside him. He just loved a chance to touch me didn't he?


"What are we gonna do here?" I question him, genuinely curious as to his intentions of bringing me somewhere like this. "Getting to know eachother" he states obviously. Alright, whatever. He leads me to the swings and takes a seat, I take the chance to sit in the swing beside him. It was quite peaceful. I liked it. "Come on, tell me more about you" he says, swinging slightly back and forth. We talked about my childhood and basically everything and anything... About me, that is. I felt it was his turn to spill a little. "So, Bad Boy, tell me about you" I say, watching his green orbs light up. He slightly smirks and I smile back. "You really want to know about me?" he asks, second guessing. "Of course!" his grins broadens as he starts of with where he was born; Chesire, England. His family moved here when he was 13. He liked it here, but he much prefered to be back home in Chesire, where he belongs. I knew how he felt, moving to somewhere no one knew your name, somewhere you don't belong. Hesitantly, I slip my hand into his and he smiles.


We stay at the park for a while, just talking about ourselves when we decide to go back home, my parents were probably worried sick. Hoping on the bike, I feel the breeze in my hair again and decide that riding wasn’t too bad... I really liked it.


Like the motorcycle ride, Edward Styles really wasn't as bad as I thought. Just a bit misunderstood.

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