The Styles Triplets

Chapter Fifty-Six

Harry's POV

I repeat myself but Marcel is avoiding the question, which means something did happen. I continue to corner him about it but he's looking around the small space, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Will you please allow me to leave," he asks and I obviously don't let him. I need to know what happened.

"No," I harshly reply.

"Harry I'm claustrophobic and you know that," he tries to move passed me but fails, "if you don't move, I will likely heat up and faint."

"I'll let you go until you tell me what happened," I threaten. As much as I do, he doesn't seem to care. I guess he'd rather faint than tell me what happened. Which makes it obvious that it was something big.

"Harry," he whines, "please. We just went skiing."

"I don't believe you. You're a terrible liar," I tell him.

"How is it that you manage to be able to tell whenever someone's lying? I hate that about you. It's not a good quality," he laughs.

"It's a great quality, now tell me what happened," I pester him, and I will continue to do so until he spills the truth.

"You're really ticking me off," he sighs.

"What's going on?" Edwards voice appears from behind.

"Harry's cornering me," Marcel looks over my shoulder.

"Dude," Edward shoves my back, "he's claustrophobic. He's gonna pass out any second."

"Oh look at you," I turn to him, "all smart. It's actually surprising how you know that, considering you could give less of a damn."

"Can I go?" Marcel asks, "I feel like this isn't going to end well."

"Shut up," Edward and I chorus.

"Tell me what happened," I corner Marcel even more.

"Just tell him what happened so you don't wind up in the fucking hospital again," Edward scoffs and leans against the wall.

"Well..." Marcel pushes me back and heads for the stairs. Edward runs after him and pulls his feet. Marcel falls down and I grab his other leg. We drag him into the theatre room and push him against the couch.

"Nice try," I huff, "you're not getting out of this so easily."

"What did he do that's bothering you so fucking much?" Edward takes a seat next to him.

"He went skiing with Olivia and something happened," I rub my eyes, "I know it."

"Really?" Edward laughs, "what could possible happen? He probably showed her how to do maths or something need like. What the hell could possibly happen?"

The door to the theatre room opens and Tia walks in.

"What's going on?" she looks at Edward.

"Harry's freaking out about Marcel's date," he teases. Tia walks over to him and takes a seat on his lap. Ed wraps his arms around her and she smiles.

"It wasn't a date," Marcel kicks Edward, "we just hung out like two normal people." He looks away and stares blankly at the wall.

"W-what, what is he doing?" Edward looks at Marcel's face, "Look! he's blushing. You little shit..something did happen."

"I told you," I point out, "spill it Marcel, or will pummel your face into the ground."

"Well..."he pinches his eyes, "we were skiing-"