Styles triple trouble

6

Edward's pov
It always goes like this. I have a good day. Somebody ruins it. I get annoyed. Everybody pours salt on the wound all day. I get angry. At this moment I'm tired and literally anything can push me over the edge. And here we were. Me, sitting on my bed with head in my hands and my mom sitting across the room from me on the desk chair. She was waiting for me to answer the question I didn't even listen to.
"Can you repeat the question, please" I murmured massaging my temples.
"I asked on which step you were."
I kept moving my fingers in a circular motion without giving an answer. I don't even know why. I just didn't feel like talking at the moment. I was really tired. Tired of people but mostly tired of myself. She stood up slowly and came up to me. I watched her as she knelt in front of me and replaced my fingers with hers. She was rubbing my temples gently and I could feel myself getting calmer and more relaxed with every second. She had a magic power and we all knew this.
"Deep breaths, baby" she instructed. "Do you think you're ready to tell me about your day, love?" She cared so much that it actually hurt.
I told her everything. Including the things Lache said to me when I was in detention.
"Why would he say something like that?" Mom couldn't even believe her ears.
"Cause he hates me." I answered flatly.
"No he doesn't. Nobody could ever hate you" she stopped massaging my head and put her hands and my cheeks making me look in her eyes. "Don't listen to this guys. He's clearly incompetent. It's normal that you are different from your brothers. But different doesn't mean worse, don't you ever forget that. Besides, doctors and lawyers can't build houses. Architects do."
"Well.. actually... Architects are not.. " I started but was cut off by her.
"Ohh shh.. you know what I mean." She smiled at me. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired" I answered shrugging.
"How about we watch a movie, a comedy perhaps, relax a little, spend some time together. I can make some popcorn and these your little snacks.."
"Apple chips" I smiled.
"Yeah and then you can take a shower, first, and go to sleep."
I chuckled.
"Yeah.. that'd be great. I'm not sure about the shower thing though. Marcel would never let me go first. It's his thing" I shook my head thinking of my over-organized brother.
"Well it's my house so I get to change the order if I want to. So what do you say?"

That's how we spent our evening. We were all lying on the sofa with feet on the coffee table watching 'About a boy', mom's favorite movie ever. We loved watching it with her. It always makes her smile and laugh. For this one moment we were able to forget about all of the problems. Well, until I was confronted by Harry for not liking Marcel. Anddd here we go again..