The Styles Triplets

Chapter 28

I walked through the front door without hesitation, "Where is he?! Where's Marcel?!"

Harry must have been waiting for me because he was sitting on the couch, "He's upstairs. I'll go with you."
I started to run up the stairs but Harry caught my arm, "Alex I'm just going to warn you, it's pretty bad. He doesn't look that great."

"O-okay." I nodded and continued to go up the stairs, slowly this time.

As I neared his room, I could hear him crying and moaning in pain.
"Marce?" I walked through his door and stopped right in my tracks, "Oh my god."

Marcel's head was laying on top of stacks of towels so he wasn't getting his blood on the bed. His face was covered in it. I think it was coming from his nose. His lip was busted right open and his right eye was already starting to bruise. On his counter I saw his glasses were broken, yet again. He looked awful...

"Alex..." He whispered.

"Marcel?" I whispered back and slowly walked to him, "Oh my god."

"It's not that bad, babe. I-I'm fine."

"No you're not Marce." I cried, sitting down next to him.

"I know." He frowned, "I just don't like seeing you cry."

"Well I don't like seeing you hurt." I replied.

Marcel reached out his arm and grabbed my hand, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

Harry stood in the doorway, watching us. His face was stern, he seemed very very mad.
"Do you need anything Marcel?"

"No, I'm good." He answered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, stop worrying. Why don't you go gone and get some rest. You're sick."

"But you're in worse conditions than I am."

"It's okay, go get well. I'll call you tonight." He smiled, kissed my cheek, then let go of my hand.

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"Hey babe, how are you feeling?" Dave asked as he came to my room.

"Better." I answered.

"So your mom and I have something we'd like to tell you." He started, "Why don't you come downstairs?"

Dave led the way and once we were down, I pulled up a chair next to mom an sat. "So, y'all had to tell me something?"

Mom smiled big and handed me a piece of paper, "Here, see for yourself."

Taking the paper in my hands, I carefully unfolded it. My eyes got wide as I read, "You...you adopted me?" I asked shocked as I looked at Dave, "I'm yours now?"

Dave nodded, "Think of it as an early birthday gift."

"My birthday isn't for another few weeks." I laughed.

"I know we just couldn't wait to show you." He replied back with a smile.

"So now you're Alex Carson. Alex Jane Carson." Mom said and a tear slipped from her eye.

Oh god she's getting emotional, "Thank you Dave!!" I exclaimed and hugged him, "I mean...dad."

Dad. It feels so weird saying it. I have a dad again. Sure Dave has always been a father figure to me, but I was never actually his daughter.

"You're welcome. I love you." He replied and hugged me tighter.

"I love you too."

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