The Styles Triplets

Chapter 8

I could tell something was about to happen. That's when I closed my eyes and our lips met.
I swear I could feel fireworks going off in my chest and my lips start to tingle. My fingers kept going through his hair, occasionally fisting a few curls as our lips locked. At some point our kisses began to pick up pace. We were grabbing each other, sliding our tongues down each other's throats. Marcel then began tapping on my leg, indicating he wanted me to jump.
I did as he wished and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Then he pressed me against the wall, kissing me more passionately than before. His lips pressed harder against mine, earning a moan from me in return.

I've never experienced Marcel this way! He was so sexy and wasn't his gentle nerdy self, and honestly I loved it.

Marcel removed his lips from mine and started kissing up and down my neck trying to find my sweet spot. Once he kissed the place right below my jaw line, I bit my lip to keep myself from being too loud, but I couldn't keep it in. I could feel him smirking against my skin once he knew he found it.
God Marcel why do you do this to me!

"Marcel?! Is everything okay in there?!"

Marcel practically dropped me straight onto the floor, "Y-yeah mum, every things okay!"

We quickly got ourselves together and stood there just looking around, avoiding eye contact.
What was I going to say to him?!

Hey Marce, that was...really really great. And I think I might like you. I just never noticed until now. You're the guy I'm suppose to be with.
...no that sounds cheesy! Ugh!
When we finally made eye contact, I was about to tell him when...

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" I asked confused.

"I shouldn't have done that. That was a mistake. Huge mistake."

Huge mistake?
"Oh."

"Can we just forget this ever happened?" he asked with a hurt expression on his face.

"Y-yeah. It never happened." I agreed sadly.

Marcel nodded, "Good, now let's go back downstairs so mum doesn't get suspicious."

"Right."

Then we both came out of his room and went down the stairs in silence.

Huge mistake?

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As Anne was finishing up dinner, Harry walked in through the front door.
"Oh, honey! You're home!" She exclaimed.

"Hey mum." Harry said joyfully and then looked at me in annoyance, "Hey Alex."

"Hi, Styles." I replied back with hardly any enthusiasm.

Marcel hasn't spoken much to me since our moment we had upstairs, and honestly I didn't think I wanted to speak with him though.

Huge mistake.

I kept hearing those words playing in my head.

Huge mistake.

Was he really that abhorred with it?

Huge mistake.

Maybe it was just a Huge mistake.
He doesn't like me and that's a fact. God he must hate me then.

Huge mistake.

"Alex, do you mind calling Edward for me?" Anne asked, "I want to know when he'll be coming home."

"Sure." I replied, snapping out of my trance and dialing his number.

"Hey babe, miss me?" he answered.