The Styles Triplets

Heyyyyy...so this story has gotten some attention through the years. It's not my best work. It was written in 2014, so I was about 16 years old. I've started to slowly edit this book, so just know it may be a little off. Enjoy🤍
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"H-hi Alex." Marcel stuttered as he sat slid into the desk beside mine.

I smiled, "Hey Marcel, how are you this morning?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks!"

He nodded and then looked down at his desk, avoiding eye contact.
Marcel had always been the quiet, nerdy type—the kind of guy people decided was an easy target. I was one of the few people who treated him normally. Honestly, I couldn't understand why anyone picked on him. He was kind, thoughtful, and harmless in a way most people at this school didn't seem to value.

"Hey freak." John's voice cut through the room as he passed, smacking the back of Marcel's neck.

Marcel didn't react. He just sat there, shoulders tightening slightly as if he'd learned long ago that silence was safer.

I forced myself to stay calm. I had a temper, and losing it would only get me in trouble—but every time John and his friends messed with Marcel, anger burned hot in my chest.

John was a jock. Of course he was. Naturally, he and his teammates were Marcel's main tormentors.
All except Harry. Harry Styles—Marcel's twin—never bullied him. He just...pretended Marcel didn't exist. Like acknowledging him might damage his reputation. Personally, I thought that was pathetic. Still, indifference was better than cruelty.

Harry, Marcel, and Edward were triplets. Identical faces, completely different lives.
Marcel was the academic one—the oldest by a few minutes and somehow the most overlooked.
Harry was the golden boy. Football star. Charming. The kind of guy everyone adored without question.
And Edward...Edward was trouble. The rebel. Detentions, rumors, bad decisions wrapped in confidence. I hadn't really spoken to him since we were kids, but stories about him circulated constantly.

We had all been inseparable once—the Styles boys and me. Then high school happened. Harry became popular overnight. Marcel became a target. Edward drifted away, finding his own crowd somewhere outside the social hierarchy entirely. Marcel was the only one who stayed in my life. I wasn't popular enough for Harry's world, and Edward clearly didn't want to be part of ours.
Marcel is the only one I kept in touch with. I wasn't popular enough to hang out with Harry, and Edward didn't want to hang out with us, so I stuck with Marcel.

"Hey Marce?"

He looked up immediately, eyes lighting with excitement. "Yeah?"

"How's Harry? And Edward?" I asked.

"They're good," he said, rolling his eyes slightly. "Harry seems very happy with his life." He paused before smiling. "Edward and I have actually gotten closer lately."
His grin stretched ear to ear. Despite being technically the oldest, Marcel had always looked at his brothers like they hung the moon.

"That's good." I said warmly, "I'm glad."
It's good to hear that at least one of the boys hangs out with Marce.

Marcel tilted his head, "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering. It's been a while since I've talked with them." I explained.

"That's funny," Marcel said. "Edward actually asked about you the other day."

Too cool for school Edward asked about me?
"Really now?" I replied in amusement.

"I told him you were doing well—and that we're still friends." He hesitated before adding, "You should come over today. Maybe we could all hang out again... like old times. I miss that."