The Styles Triplets

Chapter 14

The awkwardness sets in as soon as I walk through Edward's doorway. He closes the door as soon as he can, and walks to his bed, taking a seat and fiddling with his hands. I was still standing near the door, trying to keep distance.

"What do you want to talk about?" Edward asks nervously, still looking down, and breaking the silence that had crept over us.

"I think you know exactly what I want to talk about," I say, crossing my arms, and then uncrossing them. I didn't want to seem mad because there was no real reason to be mad about this.

"Baylee, I swear. I was going to tell you earlier, but you were upset," Edward starts, looking up at me. "And conceited me thought if I told you then, you would be more upset. I'm sorry."

"I would've been fine, Edward," I say, walking over to the bean bag across from him, falling down onto it.

"The last time you said that you almost pushed me off the wharf," he says, chuckling slightly from the memory.

Back to the Summer at my holiday house, we were standing on the wharf at the beach. Edward had decided to tell me that he had broken my favourite ring. So I resorted to pushing him off the wharf, but he reacted quickly and grabbed the pole that was next to him.

"Well, then I guess I should say thanks," I say, looking at him. Edward just sat there, looking confused. "You know, for looking out for me."

Edward smiles a small smile, and pats next to him on the bed, signalling for me to sit there. I hesitated a bit before I stood up and sat there. He turned his body so that he was facing me.

"You know I will always look out for you," He sincerely says.

I give him a soft smile, tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and look down. "When are you moving out?" I ask, speaking softly.

"I decided Wednesday," He replies, just as softly as I was.

"That soon?" I ask, looking up at him.

"It's three days. So, yes," He trails. Edward sighs, looking around his room. "It will be a great experience. But then again, I'm shit scared, and really nervous."

What is there to be scared of? Ghosts? Goblins? Fairies? "Why would you be scared?" I ask him. "You're this big guy who everyone knows not to cross. You'll be fine."

He chuckles to himself, "I'm going to be living by myself, for the first time ever. As if you wouldn't be scared? And plus, you'll be here, with that father of yours."

"We're talking about you, not me," I say, avoiding talking about my father. "Where are you moving to?"

"The apartment block around the corner from our school. I may be living alone, but I do need an education," He says, chuckling.

"Priorities are real," I state. Edward just smiles, standing up to put a few things into an empty box.

"Do you need any help with packing?" I ask, watching him.

"I'm fine. I'm almost done actually."

"That's good," I trail off, looking around his room.

Edward stops putting things away, scratching the back of his neck, and turning to face me, "Do you want to watch a movie?" He says breaking the silence.

"On one condition," I say, pausing. Edward already knowing what the condition is. "I get to pick the movie."

"Please. Anything but Titanic," He groans.

"Fine!" I say in defeat, pouting and crossing my arms briefly.

I get up from his bed and walk to the movie rack he has set up next to his TV, whilst he goes back to his bed.

I go through the rack, laughing every now and then at his collection. Clueless? Mean Girls? Legally Blonde? Denying gender stereotypes, I see. I go down a bit further and spot the perfect movie.

"What did you pick?" He asks lying back on his headboard facing the TV.

"It's a surprise," I say laughing and putting the DVD in.

"That's no fun," He mutters, but I heard him.

I ignore it and walk to his bed and make myself comfy next to him but making space between us on purpose.

The movie starts straight away, fortunately skipping the annoying menu music.

"I wonder what movie this could be," he says sarcastically.

"Rude," I say and playfully slap him on his arm.

"It's your fault you have a weird obsession with (500) Days of Summer!" He defends.

"It's a good movie and plus, Joseph Gordon-Levitt isn't that bad looking. Especially in 10 Things, I Hate About You." I point out and diverting my attention the TV.

"I'm sure if you don't shut up and watch, I will list you the 10 things I hate about you," He says playfully.

"You really are rude, you know that," I say acting like I meant it. "Now shut up, I want to watch it."

"If you recite the lines, I will push you off this bed," He says being serious.

"Not like I've done that already today," I mutter.

"What was that?" He asks obviously not hearing what I said.

"Nothing," I say smiling at him. "Now you be quiet or I'll push you off," I say turning up the volume to full blast.

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By the time the movie ended, Edward and I had moved closer to each other, our hands were practically touching. And now it was late, and I was getting hungry.

"Are you hungry?" He asks like he had just read my mind.

I nod my head, rather eagerly.

"I'll take that as a yes." He says laughing.

I start getting up but I get pulled back into Edward's arms, slightly yelping. He holds me tightly, most likely attempting to hug me.

"I've missed having you in my arms," He whispers in my ear.

I blush and turn my head away from him.

"You're not going to say 'I've missed being in your arms' or something like that?" He asks putting a hand to his heart and I laugh.

"Well I was, but you interrupted," I said, attempting to get pissed off.

"S. You can say it now if you want," He says looking deep into my arms.

"I've mi-," I get interrupted once again but this time by myself. My stomach rumbled.

"You must be hungry. Let's go and eat and you can finish that sentence later," He says poking my nose.

I get up off the bed before he could pull me back again, and head to the door to go eat.