The Styles Triplets

Chapter 13

"How long until we get home?" Harry whines from the back of the car.

We had changed the seating arrangement for the drive home because Harry was being annoying and I wanted control over the music.

"We literally just left," Edward replies, staring in disbelief at Harry through the rear-view mirror.

"I don't like being at the back," He whines again.

I turn around just in time to see Marcel hit Harry with the new book he was reading.

"What was that for?" Harry exclaims to Marcel.

Marcel just stares at Harry in response, with a look that says, 'are you serious?'

"Guys," Harry says, getting all of our attention. "Guess what."

"What?" I mutter, pulling out my phone and texting Denisa.

"I'm still bored," Harry tells us.

We all groaned, and Marcel hit Harry once again.

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"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with," Harry pauses looking around in the car. "C!" He finally says.

We were less than an hour away and we've been playing I Spy for the past half hour.

"It's not the car, is it?" I ask, annoyed.

"How did you know?" He asks, shocked.

"Maybe because it's been the same word each time it's your turn," Edward explains.

"No, it hasn't," He defends. Earning looks from Marcel and I. "Okay, maybe it has." Harry coughs awkwardly, quickly changing the topic, "So Edward, have you chosen a date yet?"

"A date for what?" I ask. Where is Edward going that requires him to bring a girl along?

"He didn't tell you?" Marcel asks, finishing his book and closing it.

"Tell me what?" I ask. I look at Harry and Marcel and they are staring at Edward, motioning that he should explain.

"Baylee, I'm kind of," Edward says, taking a pause, "moving out."

A breath has been knocked out of me, and I'm not too sure why. Maybe due to the fact that I feel safer around my Father if he is in the same house. "You're moving out?"

"Yeah." Edward awkwardly scratches the back of his head with one hand, whilst the other one stays on the steering wheel.

"When?" I ask him, but don't let him answer. "You weren't going to tell me. Were you?"

"I was going to tell you when we got back home," He says looking at me.

I just nod at him and start to stare out the window. Upset at the fact that he has kept this a secret for so long. I understand that we couldn't exactly stand to be around each other up until the other day, but some form of notice would've been nice.

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"Baylee, we know you are in there," I hear someone say from the other side of my door.

As soon as we got home, I rushed to my room, ignoring everyone and fell asleep

I mumble something incoherently into my pillow. I knew what I was trying to say, but my mind didn't register it to my mouth.

"Baylee?" Another person speaks.

"Who is it?" I reply, using the little bit of energy I had in me, to lift my head off my pillow.

"It's Harry and Marcel," One says.

"One sec!" I say, attempting to get out of bed. "Oompf!"

"Baylee?" Harry asks. "What happened?"

"I didn't fall out of bed, that's what happened," I say, which earned some chuckles.

I untangle myself and stumble towards the door, tripping over my feet in the process. I try opening the door, but it won't budge.

"Guys. The door won't open," I say getting worried.

I hear laughing, "Love, it's locked," Marcel says.

"I knew that," I say, unlocking the door and revealing two happy faces.

"God, do you have to be so happy?" I ask.

"I'm always happy," Harry says, shrugging.

"Well, we know that," Marcel says.

I move to the side, signalling that the boys could come in. "What do you guys want?" I ask, closing the door behind them and walking towards my bed and sit on it.

"We came to check up on you," Marcel says.

"You've been in here since we came home last week," Harry says.

"I have not been asleep for a week," I say, slightly worried.

"Of course you have," Harry gets cut off by Marcel hitting him across the head.

"You need to stop doing that!" Harry yells rubbing the back of his head.

"You need to stop being an idiot then!" Marcel yells back at him, then turns to face me, "We only got back two hours ago."

"What's the time?" I ask.

"Almost four o'clock in the afternoon," Harry says dropping his hand from his head.

"Not too late. And how is," I trailed off, not being able to say his name.

"Edward?" Harry finishes and I nod.

"He's been locked in up in his room since we got back as well," Marcel says.

I sigh and fall back on my bed. The boys come and take a seat on either side of me.

"Was he actually going to tell me?" I ask.

"Yes he was, he had it all planned out but stupid here forgot," Marcel says, pushing Harry.

"It was a mistake, okay?" Harry says, defending himself. "But, Baylee, you should go talk to him."

"And what if I don't want to?" I ask, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

"I'll take away your ice-cream, all of it," Marcel says.

"Oh no," I say standing up quickly, "You wouldn't." I stare at Marcel, with a shocked look.

"I would," He says standing up, crossing his arms, trying to look intimidating.

"Fine!" I say, exasperatedly. "I'll go talk to him." I slowly walk towards my door, with my head down.

"Do you want us near or around the corner just in case?" Marcel asks.

"Yes please," I say walking out of my room with Harry and Marcel following me. "Here goes nothing," I mutter to myself, once we reach Edward's room.

I knock on the door three times.

"Go away!" Edward yells from the other side.

I shrug and turn around ready to walk away. "You heard the man," I say walking back to my room.

I don't get too far because Marcel stops me by grabbing my arm, and pulling me so I'm back in front of Edward's door.

"You're not getting out of this," Marcel says, stepping back and crossing his arms.

I take a deep breath in, trying to calm the nerves before saying, "Edward, it's Baylee."

I can hear some ruffling of paper and other things, and shuffling of feet until the door opens and Edward stood in front of me in a state you would never expect to see him.

Red puffy bloodshot eyes, a red nose and tear stains on his cheek. I almost gasp at the site but hold it in.

"Can we talk?" I ask him.

He nods and steps to the side letting me in.