The Styles Triplets

Chapter 10

"Hey, babe. Guess who?"
Warm hands covered my eyes from behind, and a familiar voice brushed against my ear.

I smiled instantly. "Ed, I know it's you."

He uncovered my eyes with exaggerated disappointment. "How'd you know?"

I turned toward him, amused. "Your voice is recognizable from a mile away. Your curls were tickling my cheek. And you were standing way too close for it to be anyone else."

A slow smirk spread across his face.
"Too close for comfort, huh?"
He stepped forward, backing me toward the lockers.
My shoulders touched cold metal.
Edward planted his hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place.

"So," he murmured, leaning closer, "am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Well..." I said, trying not to smile.

He dipped his head, brushing soft kisses along my jaw, then my cheek. My breath caught as he hovered just inches from my lips...and then pulled away.
"I guess I'll give you your space."

"Edward!" I whined and pushed him.

"What?" he smirked

I rolled my eyes, "You're just such a tease."

"Edward, yo!"
Zayn appeared beside us, eyebrows already wiggling.
"What's up with you two?" he asked knowingly.

Edward opened his mouth to answer, but Marcel walked up before he could.

"Hey guys." Marcel smiled.

"Hey Marce." I said.

"Ready to go to lunch?" he asked us.

We all nodded and headed toward the cafeteria.
The noise of the room washed over us — trays clattering, students talking, chairs scraping across tile. For a moment, everything felt normal.
Until we sat down.
Just as Edward moved toward the seat beside me, Marcel slid into it first. Edward paused.
The tension lasted only a second before he shrugged and sat across from me beside Zayn.

"I'll grab food," Marcel said, standing.

I watched him walk away, something uneasy settling in my stomach.

A moment later—
CRASH!!!

Marcel collided with someone near the center of the cafeteria. A tray flipped, food splattering across the floor....And across Harry.

The room went silent.

"Shit, Marcel!" Harry shouted.

Every head turned.

Marcel froze, panic flashing across his face. "I—I'm sorry, Harry."

"Watch where you're going, dweeb!"

My stomach twisted.

"I said I'm sorry," Marcel stammered, already shrinking into himself.

"Just shut up!" Harry snapped, brushing food off his shirt. Then he looked at Marcel again, anger spiraling out of control. "Why are you even still here? Just leave! No one wants you here!"

"Harry," I warned, standing.

"B-B-But..." Marcel stuttered, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"No! Don't talk to me! God I wish you were never even born!" he shouted.

"Harry! That's enough!" I yelled and pushed him back.

Marcel's eyes began to water and he dashed out of the room before I could even stop him.

"What the hell?!" I yelled at Harry, "Was that really necessary?"

"I-I....I didn't mean it, I just lost my temper." he replied shocked at what he had just said.