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.


5. Chapter Five

FOOD! Finally!

Silly me forgot to eat before we left. We've driven for about 3 hours and only have about 2 hours left.

Anne and dad didn't stop. We only stopped because I constantly bugged the boys for the past 30 minutes, so they had no choice but to.

Marcel called Anne telling her we were stopping to get food. They are just going to continue on.

We stopped at a petrol station that had a little cafe attached to it. So I'm currently in line, with 4 people in front of me, and no one behind me.

Should I have a ham, cheese and tomato sandwich? Or a meat pie? This is a difficult decision.

I hear a laugh to my left and look over to see Edward laughing at me. Rude.

"You should really stop pulling that face when you're making a decision." He says to me whilst walking closer to stand behind me in the line.

I just roll my eyes and ignore him looking back at the food and trying to make a decision.

"Don't get the ham, cheese and tomato sandwich or the meat pie. They look old and disgusting. If I were you I'd get the bacon and egg roll because they have to cook it in front of you, so you can see if they do shit to it." Edward says behind me.

I turn around to see him smirking at me.

"You're cute when you're pissed." He says.

"Why are you even talking to me?" I say all serious looking at the counter. There are only two people left in front of me, one ordering and the old lady in front of me.

"Because Marcel and Harry aren't around." He says.

I scoff, "You're a real jerk, you know that?"

He laughs, "Of course I know that, baby girl."

I shiver. He just had to.

I was about to turn around and yell at him when the lady turns around and looks at us grinning.

"Ah! Young love at its finest. You two make such a cute couple." She says looking from Edward to me.

"Aren't we just?" Edward says wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

She winks and turns back to go order her food at the counter.

"See, a random even thinks we make a cute couple," Edward whispers in my ear, making me shiver in disgust from feeling his breath on my neck.

"Ew." I just say shrugging out of his hold and looking around to see where Marcel and Harry are.

Thank god they're coming this way or else Edward would be dead.



"SHUT THE FUCK UP BAYLEE!" Edward yells at me whilst turning off the radio.

Gee, I love pissing him off.

"Party pooper," I mutter under my breath.

"I heard that," he says looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

"What are you going to do about it?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow up. "Plus, we're only five minutes away so I'm allowed to be happy."

"I'm so excited to see this place!" Marcel says from the front.

"Yeah same, but wouldn't it get scary at night because we are in the middle of the woods?" Harry says.

"It's not scary at night. Actually, it's really peaceful. I usually take midnight strolls when I'm here." I say, looking out the window and recognising all the trees and bringing back memories.

"WHAT! Are you crazy or something?!" Harry shouts.

"OW! I need my ears you know!" I shout back.

"Sorry," He says, "But still, walking around here at night time?! Have you lost your mind?"

"Not many people know the route I walk..." I reply.

"What if someone accidentally finds it and stalks you and kills you!?" Harry says sounding scared.

"You sound like a chick," Edward says laughing.

"I do not!" He defends.

They start their bickering of "do not's" and "do too's" and Marcel and I just laugh.

"Harry shut up, were here," I say noticing the driveway to the country home.

"Woah..." Harry and Marcel say at the same time.

"It's so ..." Harry starts.

"Nice." Marcel finishes.

"I know," I mutter, in awe also, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Edward parks the car and we all get out. The boys get their bags from the boot while I just look at the house that holds so many memories. I smile to myself and go and get my bags.

"Hey, how did Edward know the rest of the way without a map or GPS?" Harry asks.

Edward and I look at each other in sudden shock.

"Yeah, how did you?" I ask, trying to sound confused.

"I uh...studied a map before we left?" Edward replies, making it sound more like a question.

"Oh, okay," Harry says, locking his car.

"Are there any rooms which we can't take?" Marcel asks.

"Well, when you walk upstairs there are four rooms. The last one on the right is mine. The other three can be one each for you guys," I reply walking up the front steps of the house on the front veranda, bags is both hands.

"What about our parents?" Harry asks.

Edward walks straight past us and mutters a 'you guys are taking too long,' and heads upstairs to get a room.

"There's a room on this floor next to the kitchen, that's their room." I say walking through the front door with them following me.

"Oh okay. Well, I'm going to unpack and get settled in," Marcel says and hurries up the stairs.

"Me too," Harry says heading to the stairs.

When he notices that I'm standing in one spot just looking into the lounge room to the left he asks, "Are you okay?"

I turn around and say back, "Yeah. Just so many memories in this place."

"When was the last time you were here?" He asks.

"Last year. It was just with my dad so it wasn't that fun." I reply, starting to head towards the stairs.

"When was the last time you had fun here?" He asks.

I took a while to answer back because I was thinking of the last time I had fun here. I ended up smiling to myself.

"Two years ago, a few weeks after I turned 16, I came down here with a few friends for my birthday," I say laughing at the memories of that summer.

"And I wasn't invited?" he says.

I look at him to see if he was serious, and boy did he look serious.

"We weren't friends back then, hell we didn't even speak," I say making my way to my room.

The room to the right of my room was taken and the one opposite that room was taken, leaving the room opposite mine for Harry.

"I was joking Bay Bay!" Harry says laughing.

I glare at him. "Don't call me that."

"Okay! I'm sorry! I won't call you that again. Sorry Baylee!" he says pulling the cutest puppy dog face ever!

"It's okay, I forgive you," I say opening my door.

"Thank god," He says laughing.

I laugh at him and close my door so that I could unpack everything into my room peacefully.

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