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.


9. Chapter Nine

"Turn left here," I instruct Edward, who was driving.

I was sitting in the passenger seat with Harry behind me and Marcel behind Edward.

"But the GPS is telling me to go straight," Edward replies, being difficult.

"What would you trust? Someone you once trusted with your life or a technologic gadget?" I ask, glaring at him.

We all sit in silence, as Edward listened to my instructions.

"Man, you guys sound like a married couple," Harry whispers from the back.

"Fuck off," Edward says, glaring at the road.

I turn around and glare at him, whilst he smiles a cheeky grin and winks.


In about two minutes, we had arrived at our destination.

"Told you to turn left," I say proudly, jumping out the car.

"Whatever," he mutters walking around the car to get on to the footpath.

"If you want, you can go to your shops," I start, "Unless you want to come into girly and bra shops with me."

Harry and Marcel look at me in disgust whilst Edward looks pissed off, as always.

They all say no thanks as we walk through the automatic doors into the shopping centre.

Whenever I come here, I remember my mum taking me shopping and introducing me to her childhood friends. It's weird how this is her hometown. It's even weirder how dad brought his new wife and family to his old wife's hometown.

"Okay, it's 10 am, I'm thinking meet back at that McDonald's," pointing in front of us, "at around 11:45 so we can eat lunch together?" I ask.

"Yeap," Harry says.

"Sounds good to me," Marcel says.

I look in the direction as to where Edward was standing, but notice he has walked off, staring intently at a group of girls. Good luck to them.

"Don't worry, he'll be there," Marcel says.

"Why do you think I care if he is there or not?" I ask.

"Well, you told us to meet here to have lunch together?" Harry says.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't enjoy eating by myself," I say.

"Oh...I understand," Marcel says disappointedly.

"Go and shop, maybe find a girl, and don't die," I say walking towards the first shop I see. Forever 21.

"Maybe we'll find a guy for you!" Harry shouts.

I just flip him over my shoulder and keep walking.


12:01 pm

I put my phone away wondering where the guys are.

I've been standing by MacDonald's for 15 minutes looking like a weird person.

You know what? I'm just going to order my chicken nuggets.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The guy at the counter asks, not really paying attention to me, and I'm not really paying attention to him, as I'm trying to fish out my wallet

"Hi. Could I please have a Medium Six Nugget meal with Lemonade?" I say, pulling my wallet out of my bag.

"Baylee?" The guy asks.

I quickly look up and I can't believe who I see.

"Reece!" I practically yell.

"When did you get here?" He asks.

"Uhh...two days ago?" I reply. "When did you get a job?"

"Last week." He says laughing.

"Never thought I'd see the day you working," I say, laughing.

"Oh shut up." He laughs again. "You know how tomorrow's Friday?"

"Usually Friday comes after Thursday..." I reply.

"Ha. Ha. But seriously. There's going to be a rad party at my place to signify the holidays," he says.

"Wait, your actual house or the beach house?" I ask.

"My house." He laughs. "You in?"

If I go, the triplets are going to have to come. Great.

"I'm in," I say smiling at him.

He smiles, "Sweet."

I laugh. "There's just one thing," I say, and Reece nodded for me to continue, "my dad got married and his wife has 3 sons, triplets. They're our age, but dad wants me to introduce them to it okay if they come?"

"Sure! The more the merrier." He says smiling. This party freak.

"Reece, get back to work. Stop yapping to hot girls and give them their food." The manager, who looks like he is 50 years old, says staring at me with lust in his eyes.

Ew. Gross. Disgusting.

"Sorry Dave," He says looking at him, then he looks at me, "Here's your meal, but you need to pay first."

"Oh yeah! I have to do that don't I?" I reply.

I start rummaging through my wallet when the sleazy manager says, "It is okay. It is in the house. This idiot here took your time. I apologise on his behalf."

"Uh...thanks," I say putting my wallet back into my bag.

"I'll see you tomorrow Baylee," Reece says, winking, whilst I walk away and wave at him.

"Who was that?" A voice says out of nowhere making me jump and look around only to see the triplets staring at me. Harry asked the question.

"That's Reece. My best friend here." I say smiling and walking towards a free table and sitting down. Marcel sits next to me, Harry in front of me and Edward next to him.

"Well then, who was that manager?" Marcel asks.

"Why are you guys acting like the older brother? I can look after myself," I say.

"Well we are step siblings," Harry says, and Edward scoffs, "may as well start acting like one. Now who was he?"

"I don't know? He was the manager. Never seen him before" I reply, before eating a gorgeous chicken nugget.

"So you've never met him?" Edward asks.

"Never in my life," I reply.

"Okay." They all say simultaneously. Creepy.

"Oh, by the way. We are going to a party tomorrow night." I say, continuing to eat, noticing they all had food too.

"Who's party?" Marcel asks.

"Reece's. His family has one every year to introduce the Summer Holidays. I've only been once when I was 15." I say, Edward piping up.

"You went to a party at 15?" Harry asks shocked.

"Yeah...his brothers used to throw them, but they moved away last year, so he is in charge this year," I reply biting into my burger.

"Okay...where does he live?" Harry asks.

"Next door... that's the main reason why I know him," I say having a drink.

"Party it is then tomorrow night!" Harry exclaims.

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