The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Nine

Marcel's POV

We arrive home safely back to Holmes Chapel and we stop at each persons house and drop them off. Harry, Edward and I are the last ones on the bus. We step out and our parents greet us at the door.

"So how was it?" Mum hugs us so welcoming as if we were gone for months.

"Good," I say, handing Sebastian our bags.

"So how is Caspian Evander?" Dad asks, "isn't it great?"

"It's so amazing," I tell dad, "so many programs to join, the classes are reasonable sizes. The campus.."

"Beautiful isn't it?" Dad wraps his arm around my shoulder, "great views and you can even see the London skyline from the boys hall."

"I saw that," I smile, "it's so great. I'm really looking forward to going."

"Still stuck on being a neuroscientist?" Dad asks.

"After that trip, I might change my decision! Great science and medical programs, it's so hard to decide now," I tell him.

"And what about you boys?" Mum asks Edward and Harry.

"It's okay," Edward shrugs.

"Any decisions on what you might want to major in?" Dad asks him. He looks tense and nervous for Edwards answer.

"Musician dad," he says, "we've discussed this."

"That isn't a major son," Dad sort of laughs. Edward looks offended, "you can major in fine arts or maybe become a lawyer like your mother and I."

"What are you trying to say?" Edwards brows come together, "I already told you what I want to be, why can't you accept that? Caspian has a lot of great music programs and they even have annual competition for bands like mine. I got a scholarship for being in a band, dad."

"You did!?" mum gasps, "honey that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" Mum walks over to Edward for a hug. Ed barely hugs her and he's just glaring at dad.

"Thanks for giving me a chance to tell you," Edward looks dad straight in the eyes and walks off. Dad looks mad and doesn't say a word.

"So what about you Harry?" Mum adjusts her dress, "your major?"

"I don't think it really matters," Harry shakes his head.

"Of course it matters," Dad insists.

"Can we discuss this another time? I'm really tired," Harry 'yawns', "I'm just gonna grab lunch and head to bed for a couple hours."

I follow behind him as I am very hungry and tired as well. I've had a big headache an hour before we've gotten home and it's really messing with me.

I step into the kitchen and hear familiar laughters.

"Well look who it is," Leeroy crosses his legs and bites into a strawberry. He's sitting with Gemma on the counter and I'm guessing they have been gossiping.

"Leeroy I am so sorry we forgot you," I try to explain.

"You mean you," Harry defends himself.

"Okay yes me," I say, "I'm am so so sorry! I didn't mean to leave you here."

"Save it," he puts his hand up and closes his eyes, "I am hurt and nothing you can do will make me forgive you."

"Tell me what I can do to make it right," I beg. The last thing I want is for my best friend to be upset with me. I mean, I don't blame him but still.

"Nothing," he replies instantly, "nothing you can do will make me feel better."

"Wow," Harrys eyes widen, "this is so wrong in so many ways."