The Jock, The Womaniser, The Geek. The Styles Triplets.

Chapter five: 05

Marcel slammed the door when he got home. It was the day of the week when he got to go home early due to free periods, after his conversation with Lydia he was furious.

Yet he hadn't seen Edward all day, seeing as Zayn was back in the picture, Edward was probably out getting suspended.

"EDWARD!" The youngest brothers voice called through the house. "You better wish you're not here." Marcel knew he wasn't.

It was an empty threat. Of course it was. Marcel never stood a chance against either of his brothers. And the rustling upstairs made him confused. Harry would normally be out with Liam for lacrosse practice on the days he finished early.

Then Louis appeared at the top of the stairs. Marcel tilted his head in confusion. "Edward isn't here." Marcel stated.

Then Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. "Marcie!?" He was out of breath and it was clear that he was flustered. Marcel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"I didn't know you and Louis were friends." Louis had now made his way down the stairs, slipping on his shoes.

"We were studying for Science." Harry was quick to answer, before closing his eyes in regret.

"Louis doesn't do science." Marcel was pushing it, and he could tell that by the anger in Louis' eyes that he was. Yet he couldn't find it in him to care.

"You got us buddy! Harry was helping me practice for my audition, the drama club is doing Grease, I'm going up for Danny." Louis patted a hand on his shoulder and headed for the door.

"Oh okay, the hickey on your neck is great method acting by the way." Marcel patted him on the shoulder and made his way up the stairs, walking straight passed a stunned Harry on his way to his room.

The boys kicked of his shoes and dropped his bag onto the floor. Waiting to see if the boys on the stair case would move.

When his door slammed open, it had been 1 minute since he sat on his bed. "Marcel listen-" Harry was cut off by Louis shoving passed him.

"Right you little shit. This." He pointed between himself and Harry. "Is to never be spoken of to no one. Ever." Louis' voice was stern and normally this would make Marcel nervous. Yet he was smirking.

He stood, towering over Louis and looked straight passed him to Harry. "What's in it for me."

Both boys stood there in shock, Marcel was using their problems to his advantage and Louis kinda felt proud.

"Anything." Harry rushed to him. "What ever you need, just don't tell Ed."

"Fine, help me get Lydia to notice me." Louis scoffed.

"We mean something that's actually possible." He let out a grunt when Harry shoved him. "Sorry."

"Marcel? What... what do you mean? She does notice you." It was Marcel's turn to scoff.

"No I mean notice me the way girls notice you two." Harry and Louis looked at eachother awkwardly. "I don't want her to pick Edward."

Louis walked over to the desk and sat on his chair, spinning around quickly. "By the sounds of things, Eddy doesn't stand a chance. Her standards are like..." He raised his hand. "This high!"

"Not that high then?" Marcel remarked. Making Harry hold back a laugh as Louis dropped his arm, letting out an offended noise.

"What you want us to give you tips on how to ask her out?" Harry asked, he was relieved, that was easy.

"That, and help me change my look, so I can be more like you." He pointed at his triplet.

Harry looked at him dumbfounded. Rubbing his temple as he sat down on his brothers bed. "I can't believe you're the smart one." He mumbled. "Marcel! We're two thirds of triplets!"

"WE LOOK THE SAME."

Louis was laughing now, watching as his boyfriend was loosing his mind. "I think he means change his clothes, teach him how to be less awkward. Loose the glasses and science talk kid simple."

Just before Marcel could answer. All three heads turned to the sound of the front door opening. "Give me a second Zayn. I just need to grab my card." Heavy foot steps could be heard, heading for the stairs.

Louis went pale. All boys looking around frantic. "The window!" Harry whispered, rushing Louis towards it, yet when it wouldn't budge. They looked at Marcel who held the key.

"Marcel what are you doing!"

"Where's your brothers?" Zayn's voice could be heard, nearing the door.

"Harry is probably out, and Marcel is in his room." Edward spoke in a bored tone.

"Marcel!" Louis was getting mad.

"Sounds like he's got a friend in there." Zayn spoke. Edward laughed at that.

"I doubt it, he hasn't had fiends over since our 10th birthday party."

Louis had reached his breaking point marching over to the youngest triplet. Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, yet in the process he knocked over Marcel's CD collection.

"Sounds like he has a guest." Then there was knocking on the door. "Marcie whose your friend?" It was Zayn.

Harry was looking at his brother with sad and pleading eyes. "Help me." Marcel stated. Louis pushed him away.

"You're an asshole." Louis spat. "Trying to blackmail us. I'd rather get caught then help you get with a girl who clearly isn't interested."

Meanwhile on the other side of the door, all that could be heard was whispering. Edward was now confused. Zayn had peaked his interest and they began knocking on the door. "Marcel?"

Zayn looked down at the handle and tried it. When it turned, not locked, he didn't hesitate to swing it open.

What they saw was shocking. Harry and Edward were sat at his desk with headphones on. Watching some lacrosse game.

The two turned around and smiled at the boys. "Oh hey, didn't hear you come in." Harry looked nervous. Glancing at the window, but the older boys didn't notice.

"We were just wondering who was desperate enough to hang out with you." Zayn spat. Edward laughed and Marcel rolled his eyes turning back to the computer screen, not having a clue what was happening but it was better then being humiliated by his own brother.

"Well, I am so guess you can be going now?" Harry stood, ushering them out the door. They didn't fight it, and left with no hesitation.

Both brothers held their breath as they heard Edward head into his room and then leave out the front door. As he did they let out a breath.

Both running to the window to open it, letting Louis fall in, groaning in pain. "Are they gone?"

"No. We told them everything and now they are downstairs planning to kill you." Marcel said dryly. Harry glared at him as he helped Louis stand.

"Don't be rude. You're getting what you want, starting tomorrow you will become irresistible. Well start to."

Marcel nodded, Louis patted him on the shoulder and headed for the door. "I best be going. See if i can find out where those two are heading."

"I'll walk you out." Harry followed behind him like a loves truck puppy, it made Marcel sick. "Bye Marcel."

The boys waved awkwardly and closed his door. Taking a look in the mirror he let out a small smile. "We got this."