Styles triple trouble

8

Harry's pov
It was really awkward by now. We were all silent.
"So.. where are you going next Chris?" Mom broke the silence.
"How man tattoos do you have Ed?" Dad ignored her completely. A bit rude.
"Umm.. 20" he replied after a second. "No, 21.. this one I've got about three weeks ago" he added pointing to a little clock on his biceps.
Dad sighed heavily and we all knew that another nasty comment is on its way.. here it comes. Edward bit his lip and looked down at his plate not knowing whether or not it was good idea to even say anything.
"Why are you letting him do this Anne? He looks like a criminal" my jaw dropped.
"No he doesn't!"mom protested furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yes he does Anne!" Dad raised his voice a bit and I could feel my muscle tense up. I looked at Ed, he didn't even look angry. He looked.. sad?
"He's all covered. He will never find a job.. especially with his history..." He trailed of.
"Excuse me?" Mom was close to losing it.
"I'm just saying. Everybody knows he's no angel. He basically lives in detention." He pointed to Ward who was just looking at them with his mouth opened.
"Dad.. that's not true" he whispered.
"When was the last time you got detention Edward? And how many times have your brothers got it? Exactly..."
I looked at mom but she was staring silently at dad. She couldn't believe. Just as she was about to say something Edward got up from his chair.
"May I be excused?" It was more of a statement. He didn't even wait for a reply.
"Wardy.." I tried to get his attention but he just passed by me saying a quiet "it's okay" and went upstairs.
"What the hell was that about?!" I jumped at the harsh and aggressive tone. Our heads snapped in the same direction. Marcel's was red like a tomato. It was the first time he got that angry at anybody.
"Pardon me?" Dad was shocked. Shit, we all were.
"Why are you always doing this to him? He's your son and you treat him like garbage!" He snapped at him.
"Marcel, I think you're forgetting yourself a bit." Dad was trying to stay calm.
"Me? Do you have any idea what you just did? You're always treating him this way and I'm not going to stay quiet about it any longer, dad. I'm sick of it. He deserves so much better, especially from his father who's around only 4 times a year! 4 times a year! You're coming here four times a year and you dare to imply to our mother that she isn't raising us properly? You dare to judge and comment on Ward? You don't get to do that. You don't even know him! You don't even care about him. Do you care about any of us? I don't know but H and I do get some compliments from you from time to time while all Ward's getting is this unconstructive criticism! What is that??" He was panting. I could feel his anger and frustration from where I was sitting. Our parents were looking at him with wide eyes. After all, Marcel was the calm and quiet one.
Marce stood up and was about to walk away when he looked at our dad .
"And his new tattoo was of a clock. It was supposed to remind him that time is not that important cause one day you'll be back and be a part of our lives. It was basically dedicated to you so yeah.. enjoy your vegan meal" with that he stormed out of the room and went upstairs to look for Ward.
It went silent for a second. I was looking at me hands and playing with my fingers while mom was just staring at my father. She still couldn't believe.
"You're gonna fix this or it's the last time you're sitting by this table" she hissed. I looked up the him. He had his head in his hands and his elbows on the table.
"I didn't mean to" he sighed and I got up.
"Thank you" I said to my mom and went to look for my little brothers.