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.


11. Chapter Eleven

"Marcel is what, Edward!?" I ask.

"He is going to kill me." He mutters, rubbing his forehead.

"Edward just say it!" I shout, getting annoyed.

"Argh fine!" he says frustrated. "Marcel...he isn't...single."

"Wait, what?" I ask, breaking out into a huge grin.

"I know. How can he get a girlfriend whilst Har- Wait...why are you smiling?" He looks at me like he is scared.

"It's cute! Don't you think?!" I ask. "Wait never don't know the definition of cute..."

"I'm sure if I looked at the definition in the dictionary there would be a picture of you," He says winking at me.

"No. Stop. Edward, you can't do that anymore," I say walking out the door to go find Marcel and Carly, leaving Edward in the room, looking sad.

"Don't you dare say a word to Marcel about you knowing!" He shouts back.

"Whatever," I mutter waving my hand over my shoulder signalling to not worry.

I look around the room to see if I can see Marcel and Carly, or even Harry. But no one is to be seen.

I stand to the side and think about whom Marcel's girlfriend is. Is she in our year? Does she go to our school? Do I even know her?

I get interrupted of thinking who it could be when an arm slings over my shoulder. I look up at the owner of the arm and notice a very, VERY, hot guy smiling at me.

Did I say he is hot? If I didn't, let me make it clear. He looks like a mixture of Zac Efron, Dave Franco, and Channing Tatum. Damn.

"Well, hey there, good looking," He says winking.

"Hello," I say smiling back at him.

"Enjoying your night?" He asks.

"Yeah I guess..."I say looking around the room and notice every girl is glaring at me.

"You guess?" He laughs. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone at a party like this," He says pointing to a group of drunken guys looking directly at me and drooling, with a puddle under them. Okay...?

"Oh..." I shift uncomfortably in my spot.

"Want to go outside to get away from those creepers?" He asks me.

"Umm..." I shouldn't go out back with a guy that I don't know that well. Hell, I don't even know his name. "Yeah sure," I say smiling up at him.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to the back doors, and we step outside and the cold breeze hits me. It feels refreshing in comparison to the sticky feeling inside.

He takes me to where I was sitting before, on the left.

"I'm Tom by the way," He smiles at me holding out his hand so I can shake it. Why does that name sound so familiar? Now he is starting to look familiar too.

"Nice to meet you, Tom, I'm Baylee," I laugh.

"Oh, I know who you are." He says.

I pull a confused face and he acts on it.

"I'm not a stalker, don't worry. I'm Reece's eldest brother." He laughs.

"I thought you looked familiar!" I laugh with him.

"What has it been? 5 years or something?" He asks.

"Something like that," I say. "Where have you been the past summers?"

"Well I went to Europe for the first two with my ex, and then I went to Australia the year after, with her again, and then the past two I've been with my Uncle in Germany, helping out with his business." He answers.

Did I mention they're rich....and hot?

"Wow, you're a busy guy," I reply.

"How old are you now? 15, 16?" He asks

"17 actually. I don't look 15 do I?" I ask.

"Well, with make-up and being dressed-up, no." He says.

I laugh. "How old are you? 30?"

"That's not nice!" He laughs and playfully slaps my arm. "If you must know, I'm 20, almost 21."

"Old," I mutter.

"I am not old!" he defends.

"You may look it, but you sure don't act it." I laugh at him.

"Shut up." He laughs. "Don't you have a brother? Drake or something?" he asks.

"His name is Chace...How on earth did you get Drake?" I say.

"At least I got the fact that you have a brother," He laughs. "He's a couple of years older than me right?" He asks.

"Yeah, he's 23. I think you two used to be friends when we were younger." I say.

"I think so." He says and looks up at the stars.

"And yet you don't know his name," I mutter.

I look up and around the yard, and see that there is a heap of people passed out.


I take out my phone, 11:54 pm.

Wow, time goes by.

"What's the time?" Tom asks, noticing that I have my phone out.

"11:54..." I reply.

"6 more minutes..." he trails off.

"Till?" I look at him.

"Till the fireworks!" He exclaims.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about them." I say.

"Baylee, it's time to go." A familiar voice says.

I look up and see Edward hovering over me, his hands in a fist, and his eyes locked on Tom.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the front. Go and get Marcel and Harry." I say to him making him look at me.

"Two minutes," He says walking away.

"Who was that?" Tom asks, not phased that Edward was mentally beating him up.

"Just my step-brother," I reply standing up and Tom following my action.

"Just? He looked pissed that you were with me..." He says.

"Long story short, before our parents met, we dated," I say looking up at his amazing eyes.

"Ahhh...." He says laughing. "Well, I guess you should go before I die."

"I guess I should," I say smiling.

"It was nice to see you Ms. Baylee," He says.

"You too Mr. Tom," I reply doing a little curtsy.

He laughs at me. "Maybe I can see you again soon?" he scratches the back of his neck.

"Maybe you can," I say smiling at him.

"Could I...umm...get your number...for you know...umm...if you wanted to...go out?" He slowly says.

I giggle at his awkwardness, "Sure," I say brightening his face up.

I hand him my phone and he hands me his and we swap numbers.

We say goodbye and I walk to the front to see the triplets.

Marcel starts to walk before I'm even close. Edward looks like he is going to murder someone and Harry just winks at me, making me blush.

I'm guessing he saw Tom and me.

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