The Styles Triplets

Chapter 5

"Deal?"

Marcel, Harry, and Edward look at me.

"Deal," I say back shaking Harry's hand.

By the time we had finished unpacking and had lunch, it was now three o'clock in the afternoon. The boys and I are currently in the backyard, on a soft turf next to the pool.

And Harry and I had just made a bet.

It started off as a silly argument between us, where Harry was being cocky and showing off his backflip into the pool. His ego got knocked down a notch when I told him that anyone could do one. But he wouldn't stop trying to sound cool, so we made a bet.

Who can do more front and back flips?

The winnings were simple. If Harry won, I would have to clean his underwear for the entirety of this trip. If I win, he becomes my personal servant.

Marcel is standing next to Harry and I and is going to be the judge. Where as Edward is sitting on one of the pool side chairs, trying to look like he isn't interested. But we all know he is.

"Harry, Baylee, good luck. Don't kill yourself," Marcel says, sounding like a parent, and taking a few steps backward.

We both mutter thanks and look at each other.

We then move away from each other so that we have enough space.

"I'll go first. Remember, I do one, you do one, I do two, and you do two and so on till 5. And then we do front flips the same way," Harry says looking at me.

"Easy," I reply, smirking.

Harry does one back flip. I clap as a friendly gesture.

I then I do one. As I recover, I look up at a shocked Harry. He quickly shakes off his surprise, and does another one and landing it. Takes a quick breather, and performing his second one.

Surprisingly, he has a good form. I then perform my two and we keep going.

"Maybe we should've made a rule about what happens if there is a tie," Marcel says. "You guys both did them perfectly without failing."

"Maybe we should've. What do we do now?" Harry asks.

"Compromise. You be my servent, and I do your dirty laundry," I say, shivering at the thought of touching his underwear.

"Sounds fair. But, where did you learn how to do summersaults? You would've had to be taught to execute them that well," He asks.

"I used to do gymnastics, many moons ago," I reply. "How did you learn?"

Harry looks taken back like he wasn't expecting me to ask the same question. It looks like he is trying to figure out a response when he suddenly says, "I taught myself."

I just laugh it off, making it seem like I didn't notice his inner conflict. "Well, hurry along, servant. I'm quite parched. Do you know how to make Lemonade?" I ask Harry with a posh accent. He shakes his head in no. "Well, too bad. Learn. And use those lemons from our tree over there." I said pointing towards the lemon tree Mom had planted when we first bought this house.

I turn around to walk towards the house when I hear Harry grunt. "Are you coming or not?" I ask.

I can hear Marcel and Edward laughing at Harry. Harry tells them to shut up and then follows me, with his head hung low.

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It feels like I have been laying in my bed for five hours trying to fall asleep. I sigh and get out of bed. I grab a jacket and some shoes and quietly walk out of my room. I shut the door, trying to be as quiet as can be when I hear a light thump from down the hall.

Thinking it's just one of the boys still awake, I shrug it off and walk down the stairs and out the front door. I make sure that I leave it unlocked as I close it so I'm not locked out later.

I walk out and onto the road. I stop for a second and look up to the night sky. It's covered by stars as we are far away from the city, and it's beautiful. Taking in the sight, the sound, and the smell, I head off to the left and walk down the secret path that I made many years ago.

I finally reach the beach after being able to smell the salt water for the past five minutes. I take off my shoes and walk along the sand and find a good spot to sit and reflect.

I take a quick look at my phone and see it says 1:43 am. Knowing well that I should not be out here at this time.

I relax and think about everything that has happened in my life. From my first memory to the competition today, I relive all the happiness, sadness, heartache and love I have experienced.

Someone takes a seat next to me, snapping me out of my daze, and scaring me slightly. But upon seeing the person, a calm feeling takes over my body, and I'm not scared anymore.

"Did you know it is 2:18 am?" He asks.

"Nope," I say, looking back at the water.

"You've been here for like half an hour," He states, obviously knowing when I snuck out of the house.

We sit in silence for a while until he breaks it.

"This is such a relaxing spot," He says, leaning back on his arms and getting comfortable.

"Always has been, always will be," I reply, taking in a deep breath.

"Being back here has reminded me of so much." I nod in agreement. "Do you think the others know what happened here?" He asks, looking over at me.

I look at him taking in his features and say, "Well they know that we happened, but I don't think they know what happened here."

"That Summer," he starts to say.

"Was a good one. I know. I was there too," I say winking at him, turning back to the beach and laughing lightly.

He just laughs for a second and then stops, turning serious. "I ruined it after we came back. Like I've said many times before, I'm so sorry. I was just-"

"Don't," I simply say to him. I turn to look at him, and I can tell he's hurt. "I know you're not sorry. No matter how many times you say it, it won't help forgive and definitely won't forget," I say. I then stand up, grabbing my shoes and phone.

"Baylee," He says standing up.

"You broke my heart. In the worst way imaginable," I said stopping him. "I saw what happened. You don't need to explain. Nothing will fix what happened. And now we're here. Living together. We just have to pretend nothing happened," I say looking down trying to hide the tears that are attempting to break free.

We then came to a silence. Neither of us knows what to say.

"It's getting late, we should head back before someone else notices our absence," I say turning around and walking back to the boardwalk to put my shoes back on.

I turn around to see if he was coming and he was right next to me.

"Baylee, what can I do for you to forgive me? Please tell me! You don't know how fucking sorry I am." He says, tears in his own eyes.

I look up at him and simply say, "There's nothing you can do."

With that, I start walking down my route with him following me.

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A/N.

Who do you think 'he' was?