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.


18. Chapter Eighteen

Ow. Ouch. Ow. Why is my arm hurting? I open my eyes and get blinded by the light. UGH! I hate mornings. It takes a few minutes for me to adjust to the light. Who opened my blinds? I look down at my arm and see that it's cut off.

Only joking.

But I notice that it's in a sling and yesterday's events come flooding in.Edward and I didn't talk at all on the way back home. Who were those people? And that girl, Emmy was it?I get out of bed and check the time. 9:07 am. Mmm, a sleep in. I go down to the kitchen to get some breakfast but I hear the Friends theme song.

Thinking about it, I only know where my room and the kitchen are. I need to do some exploring. I follow the music to what seems to be a lounge room.

I see the boys lounging around on the couches. Edward looks like he is sleeping. I lean against the door post not realising that I'm leaning on my right shoulder. Shit. I shriek in pain and the boys notice my presence.

"Baylee! Are you okay?"


"God Baylee! Learn to look after yourself!"

Marcel, Harry and Edward say, respectively.

"I need to remember that I'm injured," I say laughing.

"Have you had breakfast?" Edward asks getting up and walking over to me.

I shake my head to say no.

"Well, let's get you some," he says walking out of the room.

"Sit down, I'll get your breakfast for you," he says as we walk into the kitchen.

"Thanks," I tell him.

"What do you want?" He asks as I head to the table and him standing behind the island.

"Just cheerios please," I say as I sit down, smiling.

"Sure thing," he says getting out a bowl and pouring milk into it.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"What? I pour the milk n first, then the cereal," he explains.

"That is not how you do it..." I mutter.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asks getting the cheerio box out.

"Yes, sorry. I've just never seen a person do that before," I say staring at him.

"It's cool," he says pouring the cheerios and walking over to me, giving my food, and sitting across from me.

"Thank-you," I say smiling.

"Anytime," he replies.

"Who were those people last night?" I ask breaking, after eating my first spoonful of Cheerios.

"What people?" he quickly asks back, obviously hiding something.

"You know what people. That group at subway..." I say, trying to get it out of him.

" are kind of my friends." He says awkwardly.

"Wait, you have friends?!" I exclaim

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." He says, glaring at me.

"I never knew you had friends..." I mutter to myself.

"You've met some! And a few of them go to our school..." He says, obviously hearing me.

"I wouldn't exactly call them friends..." I say.

"I'd rather be around a bunch of people I don't like, that like the same things I do, than be around a bunch of people who are all fake," Edward says, scoffing.

"That's not nice! I have one best friend and a couple of other good friends!" I say, defending myself.

"Who? Dumb and dumber?" He asks, smirking.

"That's not a nice thing to say about your brothers," I say getting up, losing my appetite. 

"You wouldn't call me you friend?" He asks sounding sad, as I walk out the door.

"Nope!" I shout back popping the p.

"Bitch!" He shouts back.

I ignore him and make my way back to the lounge room.

I groan and fall back on one of the couches. 

"Did Edward just call you a bitch?" Harry asks, pausing Friends.

"Yeah..."I sigh.

"Why?" Marcel asks.

"Because I said he wasn't my friend," I tell them. "Wow, that makes us sound like we are in kindergarten..." I mutter to myself.

But didn't we have that fight yesterday where he practically told me to stay away? And now he is constantly around me...

"Well still, it's not nice," Harry says, "are know...your friends...?"

"Yeah, you guys are," I say, slightly distracted by my thoughts about Edward and I's fight yesterday.

"I care for you, you know that right?" "I need you to trust me." What on earth is he trying to say?

"Phew!" Harry and Marcel say at the same time, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"You don't have to answer but...what happened last night?" Marcel asks.

Do I tell them? "Uhm...Well, Edward and I had a small fight," not a complete lie, "And I accidently walked into the door frame?" I say, sounding more like I was asking.

"Are you sure about that?" Harry asks crossing his arms, not convinced.

"Yes. I'm sure. I was distracted by an encounter between my dad and me that happened a few minutes before." Oh, Baylee, when will the lies end?

"Oh. No offence, but your dad scares us," Marcel says to me.

"Agreed," Edward says from the door.

If only they knew the truth...

"Well, to be fair, I love your mum," I say to Harry and Marcel, trying to ignore Edward.

"Yeah, she's an amazing mum!" Harry says, smiling.

"Why thank you," Edward says.

"I don't think she was talking to you, Edward," Marcel says.

"Yeah, but I did come out of her vagina, so it kind of applies to me," He explains.

"Cocky," I mutter under my breath.

We were sitting for a while watching Friends when a pain shoots through my arm. I must've made a noise because all the boys look at me.

"Did you take your painkillers?" Edward asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yes..." I say, lying.

"I'll go get them, and some water, " He says, sighing and getting up.

I get my imaginary gun and aim it for his head and shoot it.

Harry and Marcel notice my little action and snicker. But Edward is already out of the room.

"Thank, mum!" I yell to Edward, knowing it would make him snarl.

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