The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Fifty-One

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Olivia's POV

I've been waiting outside the room where Andy was admitted for about 20 minutes now. I'm so nervous for Tia, and I just hope she's able to get through him to not press charges on Edward.

I mean I wouldn't blame him if he did press charges. I hate that I think that but Edward does have anger management issues. I have told Harry many times to get him some help but he keeps insisting that Edward doesn't need help.

Ever since Tia came back she's helped in the beginning but now it just seems worse than ever.

A few more minutes pass and a stiff Tia walks out of the room. I grab my bag and rush to her.

"What happened? Is everything okay? What did he say?" I ask so many questions, but Tia is not responding. "Tia are you okay?"

"I don't know?" She looks up at me, tears fill her eyes and she looks paler than usual.

"What happened in there?" I look back and see a nurse walk out of Andy's room.

"Can we talk about it on the car ride back?" She asks. I nod and hold her as we walk out of the hospital and to the parking lot.

Harry's POV

"Olivia said she and Tia are on their way," I tell Marcel and the rest of the boys.

"Did she say anything about Edward?" Ashton asked.

"No," I sit down on the grass, "I think she's waiting to get here to tell us. I'm not sure anymore."

"Well they can't release Edward until that prick calls and says he's free to go," Luke paces around.

We all gathered at the campus gardens. Since we were all in a way involved with this whole dilemma, we all decided to help in some way to help get Edward out of jail. But so far, it's not working out so well because Tia's our number one source right now.

"Even if they don't press charges on Edward, I'm sure, being the asshole that he is, is setting himself up for failure right now being locked up," Miley laughs, "how many guys you think he's knocked out by now? Or how many police officers he's called 'pigs' or 'pieces of shits' by now?"

Edwards POV

"Let me out you fucking piece of shit!" I bang on the bars of the small cell.

I haven't slept, I'm fucking starving and I can't believe I'm still fucking in here. No one has came to bail me out, or even visit me. Some fucking friends I have!

"Don't I get a fucking phone call?" I ask, "what kind of shit is this? It's against my rights, I deserve at least one fucking phone call!"

"You've been bad mouthing all morning, what makes you think I should let you near that phone?" The third officer I've seen in the span of ten hours.

"Because it's my right. One fucking phone call! I need to call someone to get me the fuck out of here!" I say.

The officer gives in and reaches for his keys. He stares at me as he opens the cell, and lets me walk out to the phone. He hands me a coin and leaves me to it.

I insert the coin and grab the black phone from its holder. The metal cord gets tangled up and I look at the buttons deciding who to call. I sure as hell ain't calling my dishonest girlfriend.

Before I know it I'm calling Harry instead.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Why the fuck am I still in here? Why has no one come for me? What the fuck is going on?" I yell.