The Styles Triplets

Harry 8

      It's almost lunch time. I'm very worried about Marcel. He is so sick, it pains me. Like, y'know that rumor that twins and triplets can feel what their brothers and/or sisters are feeling? Well, it's almost true. (a/n I actually don't know if it's true or not soo...) We can only feel what they are feeling when it's really strong. So, when feels like he's about to throw up, I feel like I'm gonna throw up. Or when he's coughing violently, I have an itchy feeling where it feels like I'm gonna cough, but it turns out to be that feeling when you make yourself cough and it hurts like crap.

        Fifth period lets out for lunch. I leave the classroom and head toward the cafeteria.

        I hear Edward come up behind me, breathing heavily saying, "Harry... Haz. Where's Marcel? He wasn't in any of our classes." he asks. I suddenly get fed up and I blow.

        "He's sick. You would know that if you'd pay attention once in a while." I say. That may have been harsh, but he has never payed attention to us. Especially Marcel. It gets on my nerves. I walk into the cafeteria, grab my food, and go to sit by my friends.

        "Hey, Haz? Why does Ed look upset?" Zayn asks. We all look over to where Edward was sitting. He was alone, looking at his untouched food, his jaw clenched, and his fist into a tight ball. I suddenly felt bad, knowing that I had caused his anger. I look away.

        "I, uh, I kinda snapped at him about not paying attention to Marcel and I. And then, I walked away before he could answer." I keep my head down, knowing that my friends are staring at me. I could feel their eyes on me until, nothing. I look up to see that my are no longer sitting with me. I sigh, push my food away and slumped in my chair and put head down on the table.

OKAY, SO HERE IT IS. I WILL SEE IF I COULD DO A SHOUT OUT (Lou: SHOUT OUT!!!! Me: Lou, shhh.).

BYEEE, MY SMEXY BUTTONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!