The Styles Triplets

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I know the last few chapters have been really short and I know no one loves short chapters. So, I'm going to try really hard to write a long chapter, but you better love me for it because I have to get Snuffles a bunny leash today, so I'm doing some shit and I love you all enough to update. I'm feeling better, thanks to lots of sleep. I wanna dedicate this chapter to Kainah_Mindless for being the first person to put this story in a reading list it means so much to me! Okay, so the person on the side is Leo, who you will meet later in the chapter. Leo is played by Andy Biersack from Black Veil Brides and I want to quickly say that just because I put Andy as the person that plays Leo doesn't mean I think Andy's a satainist or some bull shit like that. I put Andy as Leo because Leo's supposed to be a very beautiful man, and I personally think that Andy is a beautiful man. You guys all mean so much to me. I wanna thank everyone who's been reading, voting and commenting. I love you all so so much! Lots of love, XOXO- AwkwardPanda13

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~ Edward's POV ~

Silence. It haunted me like the never ending nigthmare it was.

I was being moved to the pysch ward today, were they put the people who failed suicide. The idea of hospitals having a ward just for failed suicides, kind of makes me sick. Do these people think they can fix us, like we're toys that only needed to have the stitches sown back up? Give us a few pills and then we're "fine"?

"Okay, Edward, it's time to take you to your new home for a little while!" My main nurse, Katrina, said too perkily.

Katrina and another nurse, Sandy, got me into a wheel chair and soon I was rolled to the syche ward. It was a brighter white and nothing was sharp. People were lying on the couch, staring mindlessly at the tv. Everything was white, from the tables to the clothes to the couches. It was like something out of a movie, and it scared the shit out of me.

"How long to I have to stay at the nut house?" I asked.

"A week or so." Katrina said, rolling me into a room.

It was just as white and had a single bed with a dresser across from the bed and a bathroom connected.

"This is your room." Sandy said, as Katrina and her helped me out of the wheel chair.

Katrina told me that I'd be asigned a new nurse because she only worked with people that were ingured and because I was better now, I was the phsyce ward's problem. Katrina and Sandy left and soon a new nurse came in. She had long blond hair and dark brown eyes, she didn't look happy but she gave the fakest smile I've ever seen anyway.

"Hello, Edward, I'm Lindsey, you're nurse." She said with fake cheeriness. 

"Fanfuckingtastic." I muttered.

Lindsey told me that I wasn't to have a pencile in my room, I wasn't allowed to have anything with a string in it, I had to take a shower everyday, I had to participate in 'healing time', and that visiting hours was between 1 pm and 9pm. I was taken out to the "living room", where everyone else was. It felt so unreal, it didn't feel like this was really happening. It all felt like some sick, twisted day dream and it made me want to scream. I hated being in the fucking hospital, hated the stupid preppy nurses, I hated that I could hear them talk about me before my back("Maybe he only did it because of what happened to him?"), and I fucking hated being away from Marcel and Harry.

"Everyone, this is Edward. Now you know the rules, we're nice to everyone and today is Edward's first day and we're all friends here." Lindsey said in the happiest, sweetest, most disgusting voice I've ever heard.

Only about three people looked someone what sane. Lindsey left and the three sane looking people came over to me.

"What did you do to get your ass sent here, Edward?" A boy with black hair and blue eyes asked.

"Uh... You go first." I said awkwardly.

"I swallowed about 45 pills." A girl with short brown hair and pretty brown eyes.

"I stabbed myself, alot." A boy with tossled bronze hair and blue eyes said.

"I drank bleech." The boy with the black hair finished.

"I hung myself." I said.

"Yeah? What made you do it?" The boy with bronze hair asked.

"Things were really... rough. My father's a homophobe and an asshole kid from school put up a picture of me kissing some guy online. My dad beat the living shit out of me and when I woke up, I was in this fucking hospital. I didn't wanna be awkwake so..." I trailed off.

"That sounds like hell. Forgive me, I'm Leo Wings." The boy with the blach hair said.

"I'm Ameila Prince." The girl said, shaking my hand.

"Ryan Finalow." The bronze haired boy finished.

~ A week later, Harry's POV ~

Marcel and I walked into the pyche ward and my stomach twisted into a knot. We were here to see Edward, but from the looks of everyone around us, no one seemed to think anyone would visit them. I spotted Edward easily, he sat between a girl with short brown hair and a boy with black hair on a couch.

"Hello, who are you here to see?" A nurse asked us with way too much enthusiasm.

"Edward Styles." Marcel answered.

Edward looked up and a smile spread across his face. He shot out of his seat and ran to us. Next thing I new the three of us were in a tight group hug.

"I missed you guys so much." Edward whispered.

"We get to take you home soon, Eddy. You just have to keep being good, and than you never have to come back. Please, Edward, we don't want you here." I breathed.

"I swear, I'll be on my best behavior." Edward sobbed quietly.

The nurse brought us back into a visit room. It was cold, grey, and dull looking; but there was so much love filling the small room that you could easily forget about that.

"How's the baby, Marcey?" Edward asked, rubbing Marcel's small belly.

"The doctor says the baby's fine. I can't feel the little thing  yet, but it's giving me morning, noon, and night sickness." Marcel said.

"It'll be worth it. When we can all raise it together, as it's daddys." Edward whispered.

Marcel looked glabbergasted.

"Edward... Does that mean that you want us... All three of us to be... together?" Marcel whispered, amazed.

"Yes, so, so much." Edward breathed.

"Good." Marcel said.

"What about you Harry?" Edward asked.

"Hell yes."