The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Thirty-Five

Edward's POV

I have never seen Harry run so fast in my life. I'm barely keeping up with him. It seems like miles to get to Marcel even though he sounds so close by. I really hope he's okay but he doesn't sound like he is. It's honestly killing me as I imagine all the possible things that could have potentially happen to him out here alone. He was screaming for help. Fuck, I hope he's okay and he hasn't done anything stupid.

"Marcel!" Harry runs trying to look for him.

"Harry help me!" Marcel yells and Harry follows the sounds of his voice. "Please help me!"

"Where are you?" Harry looks around as do I.

"Harry!" I shout after spotting Marcel panicking on the ground.

"Help me!" He yells and grabs his head. His eyes are covered, his shirt is soaking wet, he's completely lost it.

"I'm here." Harry takes off his sweater and wraps it around Marcel. He picks him up off the ground and carries him back to the campsite.

Marcel is a bit more calm but he's crying like mad.

"Check his arms please," Harry lays Marcel down and steps away from him. I look at him and he looks sick. "Everyone in your tents, now!" Harry shouts and the group jumps. They scatter in their tents besides Olivia.

"Olivia get in the tent," Harry huffs.

"No." Olivia fights back. "This is my fault."

"No it's not. Get in the tent!" He yells and Tia comes out and takes Olivia inside. "Check his arms."

I take Harry's sweater off Marcel and scan his arms with a flashlight. "He's clean."

"I want to go home." Marcel shakes, "I want to go home."

"You'll be fine Marcel. We can't leave until Sunday morning, but in no time you'll be back on campus in your dorm." Harry comforts him.

"No! I want to go back to Cheshire!" He yells. "I want to go home!"

"We can't go home." Harry tell him. "I know you miss Veronica but she's in good hands, nothing is going to happen to her."

"It's not about her," Marcel cries, "I just want to go home."

"You'll be fine." Harry hugs him. "You have all of us here, and we are not going to leave you. I'm so sorry I left you alone in the woods."

"It's not your fault Harry, I took his flashlight. It's my fault." I duck my head down. I'm such a fuck up.

"It's neither of your fault." Marcel sniffs. "It's nobody's fault. Stop blaming yourselves."

I look up at Harry and although Marcel has calmed down, we know he's still not okay.

Harry's POV

The next morning I wake up early to skin the fish we caught last night. I was the only one awake and since then, I've only skinned 2 of the 6 fish Niall and Liam caught.

Everyone seems fast asleep after I yelled at them all last night but they should be up soon. I feel terrible but I was in really horrible state with Marcel. I get so defensive amongst my brothers. I know none of them meant any harm, but I just didn't want them to see Marcel in the state he was in.

I hear one of the tents unzip and a sleepy Louis creeps out of the tent with grey sweats on a red t-shirt. I kind of have a feeling everyone here is upset with me for yelling last night, but I'm sure the boys understand how upset and protective I get with my brothers. Well, now at least. In reality, I have always been very protective of them, I just haven't showed it enough, but now that we are closer, of course I'm going to show it. Especially with Marcel, even after everything that happened to him last year and the start of this year.

"Hey mate, you alright?" Louis say while grabbing a water from the cooler. It doesn't surprise me that he's talking to me because he is the closest to me in the group.

"Fine," I say bluntly and continue skinning these fish. We aren't having them until dinner, but better start now than later.

"Well I just want you to know that none of us are angry with you. We understand how hard it must be for you and Edward both seeing Marcel in so much pain." He tells me. "We were just surprised that you were the one to yell and not Edward."

"Yeah, well you guys might not be angry with me." I say without looking up at him. "I was just so terrified as I ran into the woods to look for him. So many things were running through my mind as I thought about what could have happened to him."

"He's okay though." Louis sits next to me. "Need any help?" He helps himself by grabbing a fish and begininng to skin it with a pocket knife. I'm glad to know he and the lads aren't upset with me. I think that's the first time they have ever seen me so angry. I wasn't only angry, but I was scared as well.

A couple hours later, the rest of the group begin to pop out of the tents and scatter around the campsite. They all say hello and good morning and I'm glad there isn't any tension. After Louis and I finish skinning the fish, we wash up and I go and help Liam and Zayn make breakfast. I stop after I notice how complicated they were making it.

"So you feeling more calm now?" Liam asks.

"Yeah. Sorry for loosing it last night. I just didn't want anyone around and of course, Marcel needed his space. With his schizophrenia coming back I suppose, it would make it worse with everyone surrounding him.

"It was a tough scene to watch. I'm actually kind of glad that you made us go inside, even though we could hear everything you were saying." Zayn lightly laughs.

"Yeah those tents aren't sound proof." I tease.

Marcel creeps out of the tent slowly and I run over to him. "Need help?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Is it Sunday morning?" He says with a scratchy throat.

"No, it's Saturday morning." I say very upset.

"Okay." He says and sits on the log by the unlit fire.

I look around the campsite and everyone seems to be having a good morning but there's one person missing.

"Is Olivia awake?" I go and ask the lads.

"She should be," Niall says.

"She's over there," Louis points. She's sitting on a giant rock with her back facing us alone by the trees watching the lake. "Go on and talk to her."

"I don't know." I shake my head, " I yelled at her pretty bad last night. I've never yelled at her at all and I don't think she'll be in the mood to talk to me."

"Well you'll never know if you don't find out mate." Zayn encourages me.

He's right. Actually, they are all right. I really should go over there and talk to her but I did yell at her pretty bad and I don't think it will take one sorry for her to apologize to me. I mean, it took me almost an entire year for her to forgive me. I hope this doesn't ruin our relationship.

I look at the boys and begin walking towards her. I begin getting nervous as I walk closer to her. I don't know what I'm going to say to her.

"Hey." I sit next to her. She looks at me with a sad face and just wraps her arms around me. I hug her back and ebrace her with all the strength I have.

Marcel's POV

I sit there with a blanket wrapped around me and sit by the unlit fire. It's really hot outside but I don't mind it at all. I really just want to go back to campus and rest. I don't know what happened last night while I was alone in the woods. All I remember was Harry picking me up and taking me back to the campsite, then falling asleep.

I'm really hungry and I stand up looking for something to eat. I know Liam and Zayn are preparing breakfast.

"Here you go," Leeroy holds out a plat full of eggs and sausages out for me. "You need food in your system."

"Thanks," I smile at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks me looking very concerned. I nod and begin eating.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks. I nod because I've always liked talking to Leeroy, plus it's been a while.