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.


14. Chapter Fourteen

"How long until we get home?" Harry whines from the back of the car.

Edward forced me to sit at the front for this drive so he could, "keep a protective eye" on me. So Harry and Marcel were stuck with sitting in the back.

"We just left, you moron!" Edward exclaims back at him.

"But it's boring at the back," He whines again.

"Harry, get over yourself," Marcel shouts, looking up from the new book he is reading.

"But-," he got cut off. "OUCH! That hurt!"

"Good," Marcel says back.

"What did you do, Marcel?" I ask, laughing to myself, whilst turning around to look at Harry rubbing his head and Marcel smirking.

"Marcel slapped me across the head!" Harry yells, pointing a finger at Marcel like he was two.

"Good work, Marcel," Edward praises him.

"I try," Marcel says, smiling proudly. I turn back around in my seat to face the front.

"Guys," Harry says. "Guess what."

We all mutter a what, not really caring.

"I'm still bored," Harry tells us.

We all groaned, and Marcel slapped Harry once again.


"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...uhh...C!" Harry says.

We were less than an hour away and we've been playing I Spy for the past half hour.

"It's not a car is it?" I ask, annoyed.

"How did you know!?" He exclaims.

"Maybe because it's been the same word each time it's your turn," Edward says.

"No, it hasn't," He defends. Earning looks from Marcel and I. "Okay, maybe it has."

"Exactly," Marcel mutters, returning to his book.

Harry coughs awkwardly, "So Edward, have you chosen a date yet?"

"A date for what?" I ask. What is Edward doing that requires him to take a girl with him?

"He didn't tell you?" Marcel asks, closing the book.

"Tell me what?" I ask.

I am so confused. Why are they making such a big deal about asking a girl out?

"Baylee, I'm kind of," Edward says, taking a pause, "moving out."

"You're moving out?" I ask, disbelief evident.

"Yeah," he says awkwardly.

"And you need a girl with you?" I ask, really confused.

"What? No? I meant as in a date, like how the 14th of February is Valentine's day," Harry explains. "I meant what day will he be moving."

"You weren't going to tell me, were you?" I ask, turning to Edward, looking really annoyed.

Why am I angry? I shouldn't care. It's his life. 

"I was when we got home," He says looking at me.

I just nod at him and start to stare out the window.

Why do I feel like my heart has slightly shattered?


"Baylee, we know you are in there..." I hear from the other side of my door.

As soon as we got home, I rushed to my room, ignoring everyone and fell asleep

"Hahwisiz?" I muffle into my pillow.

"Baylee?" Another person speaks.

"I said, who is it?" I reply, using all my energy left in me to lift my head off my comfy, beautiful pillow.

Did I just call my pillow beautiful?  Yes, I did. And it is beautiful.

"Uhh...It's Harry and Marcel," One says.

"One sec!" I say, attempting to get out of bed. "Oompf!"

"Baylee?" Harry asks. "What happened?"

"I didn't fall out of bed, that's what happened," I say, which earned some chuckles.

I untangle myself and stumble towards the door, tripping over my feet in the process. Clumsy, I tell you. I try opening the door, but it's not opening. Shit.

" won't open," I say getting worried.

What if I was stuck in here, by myself, forever! No! Then I'd have to jump out the window. Oh god!

I hear laughing, "Love, it's locked," Marcel says.

"I knew that," I say, unlocking the door and revealing two happy faces.

"God, do you have to be so happy?" I ask.

"Well...YEAH!" Harry shouts.

"Shut the hell up!" Marcel yells, slapping him across the head.

"Do you have to keep doing that?" Harry yells back.

"Shut up, the both of you," I say, moving to the side to let them in. They head to my bed and sit down.

"What do you guys want?" I ask closing the door behind them and walking towards them.

"We came to check up on you," Marcel says.

"'ve been in here since we came home last week," Harry says.

"I've not been asleep for a week," I say, worriedly.

"Of course you have-" Harry gets cut off by Marcel hitting him across the head.

"You need to stop doing that!" Harry yells rubbing the back of his head.

"You need to stop being an idiot then!" Marcel yells back at him, then turns to face me, "We only got back two hours ago."

"What's the time?" I ask.

"Almost 4pm," Harry says dropping his hand from his head.

"That's better. Okay, and how's uh..." I trailed off.

"Edward?" Harry finishes and I nod.

"He's been locked in up in his room since we got back as well," Marcel says.

I sigh and fall back on my bed between them.

"Was he actually going to tell me?" I ask.

"Yes he was, he had it all planned out but stupid here forgot," Marcel says, pushing Harry.

 "It was a mistake, okay?" Harry says, defending himself. "But, Baylee, you should go talk to him."

"And what if I don't want to?" I ask, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

"I'll take away your ice-cream, all of it," Marcel says.

No. No, he can't. That's my ice-cream. It has my name labelled all over it and me paid for it with my own money. That's how independent I am. I buy my own ice-cream.

"Oh, no way," I say standing up quickly, "you wouldn't." I stare at Marcel, with a shocked look.

"I would," He says standing up, crossing his arms, trying to look intimidating. 

He's being serious. Holy guacamole. I can't risk my baby. I love those things too much. Little fudge hopper, blackmailing me."Fine! I'll go talk to him," I say slowly walking towards my door, with my head down.

"Do you want us near or around the corner just in case?" Marcel asks.

"Yes please," I say walking out of my room with them following and walking down the hall to Edward's room.

Feeling more confident and safer with Marcel and Harry nearby.

"Here goes nothing," I mutter to myself.

I knock on the door three times.

"Go away!" Edward yells from the other side.

I turn to Harry and Marcel and whisper, "well, I guess that's that, I best be on my way-"

"No, you are going to talk to him," Marcel says, with this evil glint in his eye. Sh-sugar. Is this even Marcel?

I sigh, turn to face the door and quickly say, "Edward, it's Baylee."

I can hear some ruffling of paper and other things, and shuffling of feet until the door opens and Edward stood in front of me in a state you would never expect to see him.

Red puffy bloodshot eyes, a red nose and tear stains on his cheek. I almost gasp at the site but hold it in.

"Can we talk?" I ask him.

He nods and steps to the side letting me in.

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