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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7. Whether I like it or not

Fuming, I follow Harry and Marcel down the stairs and into the kitchen to find a smirking Edward. He won't be smiling for too much longer. He looks up, taking in my appearance and grins, obviously not noticing how pissed I was at the moment. "Goodmorning Sunshine" he comments and I have to control myself so I don't just lunge forward and slap the smile straight off his stupid face.


"Goodmorning" I mumble, trying to calm my nerves. Remember what Marcel and Harry said! He's not a horrible as he makes himself seem. Yeah right. Harry leads me to the table and of course, I'm seated beside Edward. "You look so good in my clothes. Just like I thought" he chuckles and I frown at him. "What makes you think-" Harry shakes his head, as if begging me to let it go. I take a deep breath but continue to frown at Edward, the smirk wiped clean off his smug face. "Nevermind" I mutter, looking at Marcel and Harry, who were both holding a collective breath. "So, I-I'll get us s-some j-juice" says Marcel, excusing himself and scurrying about the kitchen fridge. Edward quickly composes himself, switching his 'bad boy' mode back on. Smirk and all. "So, Aleisha. I thought we could hang out. Just me and you. Get to know eachother" Not in a million years. He really thinks he can just- Harry kicks me under the table and stiffy nods. Oh, come on. Why? I plaster on a smile as fake as Pamela Anderson's boobs. "Sure, sound fuuun" I draw out the last word, sending Harry a peircing glare. Why did he want me to hang out with Edward so badly?


Marcel comes back, settling down our drinks and smiling cheesily. He was just too adorable. Like a little puppy. He was like a little brother to me. "Where do you wanna 'hang out'" I slightly mock his English accent that I was starting to pick up on, he couldn't hide it for too long. I don't know why he did, it was a gorgeous accent. "I thought we could go for a ride... On my motorcycle" Motorcycle? Hell no. Definitley not. Never ever. I was not going to be riding that... Thing. "Uh... I'm not a big fan of riding" I tell him, he just shrugs. "New to it, I guess" he winks and I sigh... I guess we were going motorcycle riding, whether I liked it or not.


"Bye you two, have fun on your date" Harry calls from the kitchen, as Edward and I head towards the garage where his bike was kept. Date? No. We were simply hanging out, nothing more. Atleast, I think were were...



I've seen a ship name for Marcel & Aleisha: #Marisha

Cute :3


Any other ships so far?

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