Styles Triplets (Harry/Marcel/Edward Styles, Larcel bromance)

Chapter 3

A/N Thanks for Reading guys love you

Edwards POV

I sat in my room for most of the day with out drink I felt useless, I mean I can't go to parties because, trust me here, no one stays sober at them. I can't even go out with my mates as all they do is go to the pub. I got fired from my job in Super Dry about a month ago and I'm in massive dept. I hate my life. I looked around my room and see a long wooden thing. I pull it put from the back of the room and see the blue guitar, its like the colour of my hair. I sit down on my black bed with my legs cross. I start lightly strum doing some chords getting comfortable. I look at my fingers MARCEL in Arabic was one of my hand my other said HARRY S just to remember hes my brother, even though he's a bastard I love him, I think his and Marcels relationship has been stretched to far. When I was at school I saw Harry beat the shit out of the poor lad and he only got a detention. I mean I can hate them both but there my little bros. I take of my beanie and show my Styles curls. I quietly sing a song I wrote called 'Irresistible' it means a lot as mu girlfriend for 4 years dicided to move to Australia. I look at my tattoos Luke I've never seen them before, I've got a pair of huge glasses in my right arm sleeve and on the left I have a pair of RayBans. Most of them mean something with family. I have a unicorn because when we were little Harry was the late learner, and when we were in nursery he always had the fluffy pink unicorn. Every tattoo has a meaning, people think there stupid, I think there stupid as they don't let me talk. My parents had a go at my FU on my inner thigh, when we were younger before we know our selves we had a thing called Friends Unconditionally basicly where we had a threesome, we use to be attached by glue until year 5. That was when Marcel got his glasses, Harry's best friend, Jack Harris, he had a twin, Finn but he had other friends. Marcel grew quieter and stop talking to the family, no one really hears him talk now a days because of Jack. Also that year I got my first piercing

- Flash Back -

I looked at the guy on TV full of tattoos with his face pierced. "Mum, Mum, MUM" I screamed. She rushed in panicking. I pointed at the telly. "Mum can I have my ears pierced?" I asked using my big green eyes. She scrunched up her face having a debate with herself. In the end she said no. So I said I was meeting up with Sam and she gave me money. I went to a really dodgey place where they gave 13 year old tattoos I walked in looking around thetr where designs all around the walls, also picture of naked woman. They asked for 5 pounds and they gave me two ear rings. I finally got them I still had 5 pounds left so I went into Cheshire shopping centre and got a cheap beanie, what I was in love with, it cost 2 pounds so 3 left. I wondered round the huge building. I saw something really catching my eye, hair dye, 5 pounds, 2 out shit. I rummaged in my pocket and found 50p that was it. I went up to the man and showed him the money.

"Lad your a pound fifty short, who's it for?" He asks inspecting me. I had put my beanie on most of my hair in it and I had my blue ear rings. I ended up saying my mum and he let me get it, my eyes worked again. When I picked up the bottle it was double sided blue and purple. After I got that I ran as I was ment to be home at 3 and it was five till three, I ran with the hair dye in one hand. I slowly opened the door. "Hi hun" My mum calls out I mumble something like hi back and went up stairs

- End of Flashback -

So yeah lots happened that year. FU broke up, I still have my first ear rings though I have one ear with a stretcher, the other one has a metal stud. Behind my ear I have a trail of music notes what go done my neck. I love music, every ones like Harry your amazing, oh Harry I love your voice, I get pushed of the stage, all Harry does is sing covers I create my own stuff. I heard the door slam and went out of my room. "Hi Marc" I call to him I ignored me and walked to the lounge, mum was out and dad was at work. I run down the stairs to see him. Since I had mu fit a week ago I've realised I missed Marcel he was my best friend. I find him with a scarf warped up around his mouth, I come sit with him untieing the checked scarf. Suddenly he pushed me of him. I was shocked he could do that as I'm taller and have bigger muscles.

"EDWARD CHARLIE FUCKING STYLES GET THE FUCK OF ME, PISS OF AND GO HAVE A COUPLE OF FUCKING JOINTS AND HAVE SOME FUCKING BEER AND FUCK SOMEONE AND DIE." My brother screamed at me I stood there my knees going weak. He can't say that to me can he? His scarf slowly revealing a bloody lip and a bruise all around the left of it. I went to him but he slapped my hand away. It hurt a lot from my lil bro so I went to my fridge and pulled out a can of Fosters. I went back in the living room and opened the ice cold beer. "Edward you wouldn't, okay you wanna know who did it? Harry, Harry fucking Styles he's the twat" Marcel said tears coming out. My brother hit my other brother. "I hit him back, I work out" He said whispering. I hug him, he's brave we both know what Harry's capable of, he's been in a detention centre twice before, for beating someone up, hes nearly killed Leeroy. I continue hugging my brother as the door unlocks. I tuck his head in and in comes a curly haired twat.

"Harold" I spat not baring to look at him. He has everyone, friends, family. Me and Marcel have nothing. He has 4 friends and two old men who he says are his friends. I'm the only family he's got and hes mine. Our parents favours him the most. It's horrible if only they knew what he did. He walking in the lounge then I noticed something. He has a black eye, a cut, what was bleeding, down half his arm and blood patches on his leg. He looked horrible, and if he hadn't beteen up Marc today I would have given him a hug. At this moment he was horrible to look at him. He opens his mouth but no words fall out. He tries again.

"I was in an accident" He said, no shit, he can't just go into our house and give that as an explanation. "It was really bad" Wow, so much information, I just want to punch the crap out of him. "It involed mum and dad" That's it the bastard has pulled this family apart enough. I pinned him to the wall and punched him in the face, as I'm taller and stronger then him it was easy. Then I looked at the can on the table and desided to pick it up and took a couple of mouthfulls.

"What the fuck are you doing" Marcel and Harry shouted at me. It was too late. My vision was blurred and my knees went weak. Then I collapsed to the floor feeling someone catch me. And that's all I can remember.

A/N You like the diffrent POVs? I havent proof read yet sorry. And thanks a ton for reading, I love your sexy faces, thanks again