The Styles Triplets

Chapter 19

Wake up – Ed

I'm bored – Ed

And alone... - Ed

Edward has been texting me nonstop these past days. I sometimes reply, hoping he will stop messaging me, but nope. He keeps texting.

My birthday is tomorrow but I don't expect anyone to know or remember. I haven't said anything to anyone because one, since Edward moved out, Harry and Marcel aren't around, and two my dad isn't talking to me and I've purposely been avoiding him.

Get a pet – Bay

Hmmmm, should I have Mac & Cheese or a sandwich? Mac & Cheese is easier to make, so go with that. Thanks. Oh God, I'm going nuts.

No. I'll come over instead- Ed

Crap

Why don't you come over, instead? I'm having a few friends come over to celebrate my freedom. – Ed

I wonder if they are the 'friends' from subway? I'll go to get secrets.

Well, since you begged me– Bay

Come soon. :) – Ed

Wait. That means I have to get up. Argh.

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I pull up to Edward's apartment block and walk in and towards the elevator. He said his room is on level 2 and it's the third room on the right when you walk out of the elevator.

I walk up to his room and I get ready to knock but the door swings open.

"Fine Edward!" Emma screams over her shoulder. "OH! I didn't see you there," she says sweetly to me.

I blink at her. She was just nice to me. "It's cool!" I reply smiling softly.

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room," She says looking down and back up to my face. Ah, there we go.

"No, I'm pretty sure I have the right room," I say smiling back.

"Are you sure?" She says sounding disbelief.

"100% sure," I say smiling and pushing past her and walking in. Well it ain't her home.

My suspicions are right. It's the 'friends' from subway. Time to dig.

Edward's sitting on the couch grinning and trying not to laugh at the interaction between the bitc- I mean Emma, and I. "Hey Baylee," He says getting up.

"Hey Edward," I reply giving him a hug.

"Whatever," Emma mutters and walks out slamming the door.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like her," I say letting go of the hug.

"I know you don't," he says smiling. "So? What do you think?"

"It's not as messy as I thought it would be." I honestly say. I thought there would've been pizza boxes all over the floor, but he has proved me wrong.

"Not AS? I cleaned it! I told you to take your time because I had to clean the little mess!"

"Then why was she here?" I ask, distaste in my mouth. Why do I dislike her so much, and I don't even know her.

"She thought that it would be a good idea to come over and help set up for the 'party'," he explains.

"There's this thing called kicking someone out of your home. Ever heard of it?" I ask.

"Well, I asked if she could pick up decorations from Bostik..." He says smirking.

"But that's not a...shop...oh!" I laugh at him.