The Styles Triplets

Chapter 11

Well, I'm grounded. For taking the car without consolation and for ignoring both Dave and my mom as they tried to get me to stop.
Oh well. It was worth it.

Mom wouldn't let Edward come and pick me up for school, so she dropped me off instead. When she dropped me off, I waited for Edward just outside the school.
"Hey, so you're grounded?" he asked as he walked up to me.

"Yep. " I replied, "How's Marcel?"

"He's doing alright, he's been asking for you all morning." Edward answered.

I smiled, "I'll have to go see him during lunch. Where's Harry? How's he?"

"He's managing." Edward explained, "He should be getting here soon."

I looked over my shoulder as we walked I frowned a bit, "I-I think I'm going to wait for him."

"Okay, I'll see you later then?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yeah I'll see you later."

Shortly after Edward left, Harry's car pulled into the school parking lot. Harry walked out and looked miserable! His hair was a shaggy mess. It looked like he hadn't brushed it in days. Plus he was wearing sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt instead of his usual attire. He hasn't slept very well, I could tell.
"Harry."

He looked up to me with a gloom expression on his face, "Hey."

"Are you okay?"
That was a dumb question.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine." he lied.

"Harry, did you even sleep last night?"

He shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"You shouldn't be at school. Go home, get some rest." I told him, "Seriously."

"No, I'm fine. Really." he lied again.

"Harry," I grabbed his hand, "Go home."

Then he started to cry, "I can't. I don't want to be alone, when I'm alone I get so sad. I can't stop thinking of...the incident."

"Then I'll go with you." I suggested.

"No, I told you that I'm fine. You don't have to do that." he replied, wiping his eyes.

"Too bad, we're going home." I said, grabbing onto him and pulling him to his car.
Surprisingly he didn't object! I made him get in the passenger seat and I drove back to his house.

Harry said nothing the whole way there, and when we got into the house he still didn't say anything.
"Harry, you can talk with me you know that right?"

"How could I have been such a jerk?"

"Y-You're not a jerk."
Ehhhhh...well.

"Yes I am. You said it yourself, Alex! I was just too hard headed to listen to you, now look what happened! I should have listened to you." he cried.

It broke my heart to see Harry cry! Harry was always happy! I just wanted to hug him and tell him it would be okay!
"Stop blaming yourself, Haz."
I pulled him into me and hugged him tight, "Please stop. You're just hurting yourself even more."

Harry went limp in my arms, "I can't help it."

"I know. Here," I pulled him to the couch and we sat down, "Let's talk about something else."

"Like what?" he asked bitterly.

"How's football going?" I asked.

"It's good." he answered, "I don't really care to talk about that."
Harry laid back on the couch and put his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes.