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.


25. Chapter Twenty-Five

Entering Edward's apartment, memories flood from last night. Crap. I made a fool of myself.

"Do you remember what room you stayed in last night?" Edward asks me.

"Yeah...I think..." I do a dry laugh after I reply.

"Alright, I'll show you then. I have to take your bags there anyway." He replies walking to the left with me following.

Anne was placed in Harry's car, just so we could keep an eye on her. When she woke up, we went into the living room, and I explained to them all what happened with my mum six years ago,

"I should've told you all that had happened earlier. I was just afraid he would do something, although he has been okay these past few years," I say, feeling really sad.

Anne gave me a huge hug. "Baylee dear, don't be sorry. I can understand. I'm just glad we are all okay."

Anne confirmed she is going to detach from Dylan as soon as she can. 

"Thank you for this Edward. I really appreciate it," I say genuinely to him.

"It's okay," He replies walking into my new room and putting my last suitcase on the bed.

"Edward!? You home?" Someone yells.

Who's that?

There is pounding at the door. Someone must want Edward.

"I better go get that," Edward says, excusing himself.

I nod and turn to get unpacking. I didn't pack much. I only packed a few outfits, the majority of my undergarments, a couple of shoes and my perfumes, deodorants and jewellery. The cupboard in the room is opposite the door and is about waist high on me.

"Hey there, good looking," someone says from the door.

I turn sharply to see who it was.

"Oh. It's you." Niall says scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Hey to you too," I reply scoffing and turning around to unpack the few underwear I have left.

"Well aren't they cute undies," he says sarcastically.

I grab them off of him and put them in the cupboard. "Dick," I mutter under my breath.

"I heard that princess," Niall whispers in my ear.

I turn quickly, gasping at the same time, seeing him right in front of me.

"What do you want Niall?" I ask walking backwards only hitting the cupboard, whilst Niall steps closer trapping me between his arms that are resting on either side of my body, on the cupboard.

"Only to get closer to you, princess," He replies.

"I thought you hate me?" I ask confused in this situation.

"I could never hate you, princess," he replies playing with a lock of my hair. "Sure you can be annoying, but everyone can be. And also you are really hot," he says looking in my eyes.

"Why don't you find someone that is dumb enough to fall for your so-called pick-up lines," I say rolling my eyes, trying to push him away.

"Not too fast, princess," He whispers.

"What is with you calling me princess? And where is Edward?" I ask him.

"Edwards outside the apartment talking to Louis. And I call you that, because you are the princess," he says laughing.

"What?" I ask, really confused. So much has happened today, but I feel like Niall is telling the truth in some way.

"It's okay, princess, I can handle it," he says leaning in and kissing my cheek, lingering more than I would like him to.

"Niall! Come out for a sec," Louis calls from the front door.

"Well, I better go, princess. See you later," he says winking and walking out of my room.

"Thank you, Louis," I say to myself. I better get down to the bottom of these new questions. "Dickhead," I mutter about Niall.

"Love you too, princess," he says popping his head through the doorway.

I groan at his annoyingness.

"You will be moaning more in bed, princess," Niall says leaning against the doorpost.

"Didn't Louis call for you a few minutes ago?" I ask trying to get him away.

"Oh shit," he replies running away.

I cackle to myself, putting my perfume's on top of the cupboard.


"So what's for dinner?" Edward asks walking into the kitchen with Louis and Niall following behind.

This whole afternoon, every time I look over at Niall, he is staring at me and then gives me a wink.

Horny little bastard. Why is he all of a sudden interested in me?

"Depends. Are Louis and Niall staying?" I ask looking over at the boys.

"I have to head back to the-" He gets cut off by a look Edward throws him. "Office. To the office," He says covering up what he was about to say. "Sorry guys," Louis  waving and walks out the apartment.

"What about you Niall?" Edward asks.

"Yeah sure. Why not?" he replies, looking at me and winking when Edward wasn't looking.

"Okay then...I guess we can have Spaghetti and meatballs. Is that okay?" I ask looking at Edward and Niall.

Edward and Niall both nod.

I better start cooking then. Anne left a while ago with Harry and Marcel. Edward walked away saying that he is going to have a shower now. Great timing Edward...not.

I ignore the fact that Niall is in the room watching me and get all the ingredients out of the fridge for a salad.

"Do you need help, princess?" Niall asks.

"No, I'm alright, thanks," I say awkwardly.

I put the spaghetti into the pot on the stove. Fortunately for me, Edward already had pre-made meatballs that I just have to warm up.

I turn to make the salad by starting to peel the cucumbers in the sink.

"I like this view," Niall says wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"And I hate you invading my personal space," I reply.

"I like you cooking," he replies ignoring what I said. "These balls aren't going to be the only balls you put into your mouth," he says trying to sound seductive.

"Ew...that is disgusting!" I reply gagging.

"Won't be for too long, princess," he replies kissing my cheek and moving back to sit on the bench.

"I won't be doing anything sexual with you until the day we both die!" I reply turning and glaring at him.

"That's what they all say," he replies winking.

I turn around continuing to peel the cucumbers, "Let's change the subject, shall we? What happened to you and Emma"? I ask him.

"Like I'm going to tell you," He replies.

After that, we didn't talk until I finished making dinner and Edward came out of the shower.

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