The Styles Triplets

Chapter 10

Edward forcefully pulled out his phone and swiped answer as soon as he saw the caller ID. He suddenly looked very intimidating with a scowl on his face. "Not now," He growled into the phone, hung up and shoved it back into his pocket.

Edward started pacing, obviously trying to calm down. I let him do this for a bit, but got annoyed and broke the silence. "Marcel is what, Edward," I say, crossing my arms.

Edward suddenly stops walking at looks at me as if he forgot I was in the room with him. "What?" He replies, forgetting why we walked in here.

"Why can't I set Marcel up with other girls?" I ask, sitting down on the bed behind me.

"He's going to kill me for telling you," He mutters, rubbing his forehead.

"Edward, just tell me!" I say, exasperated with how long he's taking.

"Don't tell Marcel I told you. And I'm only telling you so you stop trying to set him up," Edward says, prolonging this longer than necessary.

"Edward," I say, telling him to hurry up with my eyes.

"Fine! Marcel is in a relationship," He replies, looking down and rubbing his neck, ashamed of himself.

"Wait, what?" I ask, breaking out into a huge grin.

"I know. How come he has a girlfriend, but Harry and I don't," He starts to tell me, but is stopped mid-sentence. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because this is adorable! Marcel's in a relationship. It's cute! Don't you think?" I ask. "Wait, never mind. You don't know the definition of cute."

"I'm sure if I looked at the definition in the dictionary there would be a picture of you," He says winking at me.

"Edward," I said, warningly. I stand up and walk so I'm right in front of him "You cannot do that anymore. We're over. You know this," I say, walking around him and out the room.

I hear him faintly say my name as I descend the staircase, but ignore him and keep walking. I stop at the bottom and start looking around to see if I could spot Marcel, Carly or even Harry.

"Well, hey there, good-looking," A guy says, coming up and standing right next to me. He had beautiful blue eyes, with ash-blonde hair.

"Hello," I say smiling back at him, trying to be friendly. I can tell he was interested, but I wasn't.

"Enjoying your night?" He asks, trying to get a conversation to flow.

"Yeah, I guess," I reply, looking around the room. Instead of finding anyone I know, I see the bunch of girls that swarmed Harry and Peter earlier, staring at me. Well, more like glaring.

"You guess?" He laughs. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone at a party like this," He says, pointing out a group of drunken teenagers looking directly at me and attempting to catch my attention.

"That's a bit disturbing," I shift in my spot, trying to hide my body.

"Let's go outside and get away from the crowd," he says, grabs my arm and walks me outside.

"Sure," I reply, even though I don't have much of a choice at this point. We step outside and the cold breeze hits me. A very nice change from the sticky feeling inside and the alcohol smell.

He takes me to where I was sitting before, on the left.

"I'm Tom, by the way," He smiles at me holding out his hand so I can shake it. There's only one Tom I know that lives out here but I highly doubt it's him.

"Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Baylee," I laugh, shaking his hand in response.

"I know," he says, laughing at my worried face. "I knew you wouldn't recognize me. I'm Reece's brother."

Realisation hits me, and my obviously my face too as Tom starts to laugh again. "The eldest one!" I reply. It was the Tom I knew. Except, a lot less geeky.

"And now the hottest one," He replies, winking at me jokingly.

"Just because you lost your glasses and got a haircut, doesn't make you hot," I replied, chuckling. "Where have you been the past few Summers?

"I went to Europe a couple of years in a row. Then I went to Australia the one after. And last year I was in Germany helping my Uncle run his business," He answers, showing off his family's riches.

"A lot of travelling for such a young guy," I reply, smiling at him.

"How old are you now? You can't be more than fifteen," he says, trying to tease me.

"Well I was fifteen two years ago, so no. But glad to know I look younger," I said slapping his arm jokingly.

"Didn't you have a brother around my age?" He asks. "Drake or something along those lines."

"His name is Chance, actually, and he's twenty-three," I respond. "Wait, how old are you now?

"Twenty-one," he says proudly, and puffing up his chest.

"What a responsible adult allowing all these minors drink in your house," I say, rolling my eyes.

"To be fair, I used to be like them. So there's no issue there," he responds.

I nod my head in response and look around the backyard. There's a group of people sitting in a circle, passing around what I can only imagine is a joint, and a fair few people have passed out on the lawn.

I quickly take out my phone to check the time and notice that Harry, Carly, and Edward have all messaged me. I ignore them and put my phone back in my purse.

"What's the time?" Tom asks, noticing that I just put my phone away.

"Eleven fifty-four," I respond.

"6 more minutes..." he trails off.

"Till?" I look at him.

"The fireworks! I can't believe you forgot!" He exclaims.

"To be fair, I've only been once, two years ago. So forgive me," I say laughing.

"Baylee, it's time to go." A familiar voice says, from behind me.

I look up and see Edward hovering over me, his hands in a fist, and his eyes locked on Tom.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the front. Go and get Marcel and Harry." I say to him making him look at me.

"Two minutes," He says walking away.

"Who was that?" Tom asks, a gleam in his eye.

"Just my step-brother," I reply whilst standing up, Tom following suit.

"You sure he's 'just' your step-brother?" He asks, noticing that Edward was a bit too protective over me.

"Our parents married earlier this year, but we dated before they married," I explain to him.

"Makes sense now," he responds. "But I should let you go before trouble starts."

"That sounds like a good idea," I say smiling.

"It was good to see you again after all these years, Baylee," He says.

"You too, Tom," I reply smiling. I turn to walk away, but Tom stops me.

"Can I get your number?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck, nervously. I turn back to face him, cocking my head slightly, wondering if I should give it. "Just in case we have another party and there are fireworks. Wouldn't want you to miss it again."

"Sure," I say smiling at him. What's the worse that could happen? I gave him my phone, and he hands me his.

After entering our numbers in each other's phones, we bid a quick goodbye and I head straight to the front door, quickly stopping to say bye to Reece.

As soon as I step out the front door, the triplets were all standing on the road. As soon as Marcel sees me, he starts walking in the direction of our house, Edward looks like he's steaming, and Harry just grabs my arm and pulls me down the road.