The Styles Triplets

Chapter 3

"Baylee, time to get up."

"5 more minutes, please dad?" I mumble into my pillow

"Baylee, get up NOW!" he yells and walks out slamming the door making me jump and fall out of bed.

Going to have so many bruises now.

I eventually untangle myself from my sheets and make my bed. Once that is done I go to my bathroom and have a quick shower.

I pop on some black jeans and a loose brown knitted jumper and decide to let my hair dry naturally. I slip on some fluffy socks and head downstairs.

Only then did I realise that the sun hadn't risen yet.

"Thanks, Dad," I mutter to myself. I roll my eyes and head towards the only room I know, other than my bedroom, the kitchen.

When I get there everyone is seated at the table. Dad is standing, wide awake with a mug of coffee in his hands and Anne is barely keeping her eyes open and sitting in front of a mug of coffee too. The triplets are also there, practically sleeping whilst in the sitting position.

"Morning," I lazily say to everyone as I walk straight into the pot of coffee and pouring myself a cup of coffee.

All but Edward mutter a hello. But that's to be expected.

"Why are we up so early?" Harry complains.

"Your mom and I have decided that we are going to leave in about 2 or 3 hours for a little holiday down to my country house." Dad answers.

"What does that have to do with us?" I ask, walking to the table and taking a seat next to Harry. If he wants to go with Anne, then go, no need to tell us this early. Leave a note or something.

Marcel and Harry nod in agreement and turn to look at my dad.

He is glaring at me, but I shrug it off.

"We decided we are going down altogether. You three boys and Baylee too. As a family," he replies not looking at me again.

"How long is the drive?" Edward asks.

"5 hours..." Dad and I say at the same time.

"5 HOURS!" all the boys say together, waking themselves and startling Anne who dozed off.

"Now boys, I'm sure it will be great bonding time with Baylee. You four are going to drive up in one car, whilst Dylan and I go in another one." Anne says.

The boys all look at me with different expressions. Marcel has an 'I don't really care, I'm too tired' look, Harry has a huge smile, and Edward is angry.

Well then. This shall be interesting.

"I'm sure the boys would like some guy time. I don't want to intrude or anything. I can drive myself up, it's all good." I say to Anne and Dad.

Dad looks from me to the boys and back.

"Baylee," He says in the new serious tone, "You are going with the boys and that's final."

I groan. "Whatever." I turn to go back to my room, "I'll be packing if anyone wants me."

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Two and a half hours after dad woke us all up, the sun has finally risen.

Everyone is walking around like zombies. Anne has another cup of coffee in her hand, and Harry and Marcel keep stumbling into each other.

All our things are packed for the two weeks away and have been placed in the boot of each car.

I quickly climb into the back of Harry's black Range Rover, behind the driver's seat, and place my pillow in the corner of the seat and door, and my blanket on top of me.

Harry climbs in the back sitting on the opposite side of me.

"Why aren't you driving your own car?" I ask him.

"Edward wanted to drive, and you know him. You never argue with him." He replies.

Edward was stubborn. It was either his way or get out. If he wanted something, he would get it. And everyone knew this.

Marcel jumps into the passenger seat at the front and gets a book out of his backpack.

"What are you reading?" I ask curiously.

"Uh...To Kill A Mockingbird..." He replies awkwardly.

"I don't get that book," I state.

"Neither do I. It doesn't tell you how to kill a Mockingbird. I was very disappointed," Harry says seriously.

Marcel and I look at him then at each other and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Edward says as he opens the door to the driver's seat.

We all stop laughing simultaneously.

"Something I said," Harry says, confused.

Edward just grunts in response and starts the car.

Something crawled up and died in Edward's butt a couple of years ago. But he is more pissy than normal this morning. 

I scoff and plug my earphones in but Harry, unfortunately, taps my shoulder.

"What does this country house look like?" he asks.

Marcel turns around in his seat to look at me, Edward observes through the rear-view mirror, reversing the car.

"It's like a normal house, obviously, but it's made out of wood. It's two stories but looks like a mansion. There's a pool at the back, 5 rooms, each with an on suite with a spa. It's in the middle of the woods, but near a beach. Yes it has the internet, and yes there are people that stay around it, like neighbours, but it's about a 5-minute walk to each. My mum designed it so it's elegant." I reply, looking out the window whilst saying the last part.

"Phew! I thought there wasn't going to be the internet!" Harry says all happy.

"My brother made sure that there was the internet there," I say turning back to them and smiling.

"You have a brother?" Marcel asks, a confused look on his face, but his eyes say that he knew that I did.

"Yeah. He was at the wedding. I was with him the whole time. We rarely see each other, " I state back.

"Really! That was your brother?! I thought that was your date..." Harry says, not sounding convincing.

I just laugh at his assumption, making it seem like I didn't know what was up.

"Why doesn't he live with you, well us now?" Marcel asks his attention now on his book.

"He's 23, living with his girlfriend about 4 hours south. He's currently enrolled in a University near there.." I explain.

"Oh okay, fair enough," Marcel mutters, his attention still on his book.

"Do you miss him?" Edward asks.

Harry, Marcel and I all snap our heads in his direction, all very confused. 

"All the time. He was my best friend. I could go to him for anything and everything." I say it, like it was no big deal. Marcel looked sad like he felt bad that we were separated, Harry turned around completely avoiding my gaze, and Edward focused back on driving.

Something is definitely up with these guys.

I plug in my headphones and start listening to whatever wants to play.