The Styles Triplets.

Chapter 3: Changing

~Harry's POV

Bullied. One word with seven letters that made me physically sick. I knew he got teased, but physically hurt? No, i was oblivious to that idea. My mind was everywhere, anger and sadness surged through my veins. Shock was also visable, not just because Marce was being bullied but the fact that Edward seemed almost as angry as myself, angrier if possible.

"Who do i have to kill" Edward spat, through gritted teeth.

"Mate, killing anyone isnt going to help" Ashton sighed.

As much as i wanted to go strangle everyone who hurt my baby brother we couldn't, he doesn't even know that we know.

"We need to do something" Edward sighed angrily.

"We cant Ed, Marce has no clue we know. If we do something we break his trust because he told us that he would tell us when he's ready" I sighed.

"We can't just sit and watch it happen" He replied, running a shakey hand through his hair.

"We wont, we just have to look out for him more carefully. Try to be there more" i suggested.

Thats one of the problems. If we had of been there for Marce more then he would've never been bullied. When we grew up and gained our true identity our bond slowly evapourated. Now our brotherhood hangs on a thread, ready to snap with any slight movement.

"Guys, the guys and myself with certainly watch out for him when we can" Ashton shrugged.  

"Thanks, i'll ask Niall and all if they can do the same" I faintly smiled.

"Well what now?" Ed sighed, his head in his eyes.

"Just head to lunch? Our tables are close to each other anyway, we can just keep watch" I shrugged.

Ed and Ashton walked off to their table while i sat at mine, staring blankly at the shiny white tables which would soon be messed up.

The whole concept of bullying sickens me enough, expecially when it's my little brother being the victim. I dont understand how people can find it fun messing with people and putting them on the edge. Bullying is an eight lettered word that nobody wants to hear, see or experience. I've been fortunate enough to never have it happen to me but it happens to so many other people... Like Marcel.

~Edward's POV

I needed to hit something or someone. I knew exactlly where my fist wated to be, unfortunatly i couldn't act yet.

"Dude, chill out he's fine" Michael sighed.

"I know" I replied.

He hadn't entered the lunch room yet but according to Luke he was with twinkle toes picking up a extra revision booklet.

"I feel sorry for Matt" Calum sighed.

"Why the hell would you feel sorry for that asshole?" I raised a brow.

"Because if he touches Marcel again he's going to have you to deal with" He smirked.

Hell yes he would, my revenge was planned. I wanted him to feel pain, actually i wanted him to feel more than that but i dont think an orange jump suit and a jail cell are really my thing.

The more i thought about everything, the more weird it seemed. A few days ago i couldn't care less about either of my brothers, they were just odd versions of me. A Nerd and a Social Butterfly but now i was defending them. I'm not really a caring person towards anyone, including my own mum. Affection just isnt my thing, feelings more importantly weren't my thing. I only knew three emotions, anger, aggression and hostility. With those three emotions there was only one place i belonged, i belonged to the bad. Not saying that any one of my friends are bad people because their not but it's the vibe we give off when we skip school, start a fight, argue with teachers and act so laid back with life. People enjoy it, they enjoy finding out what the bad boys have been up to.