The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Eleven

Harry's POV

I was so surprised to see mum walking over to Chloe and Chloe looked as surprised as all of us.

"Don't touch my son," she stands in front of the three of us, "don't touch any of my boys. I'm not going to let you sabotage this party by causing a scene and trying to hurt Olivia's feelings. You are no longer with my son and fortunately Olivia is now. Please don't ruin this, okay? Please, go find your parents and a coat darling." Mum sighs and turns at the three of us, she gives a warning smile tilts her head and leaves.

I turn to where mum seemed to be concerned. I see Olivia standing there looking stunning. Wearing a long black dress with a slit showing her leg. Her hair is beautifully curled down and she looks breathe taking. My jaw drops and I'm speechless. She looks very unsure and then I realize Chloe is still standing in front of me.

I walk over to her and grab her hand, she smiles at me and I walk her over to where the boys are standing. I kiss her cheek and she blushes.

"You'll never be able to compete with this gorgeous doll," Edward spins Olivia, "now run off you skank."

Chloe stomps out of our sight. I turn back to Olivia who looks pleased but upset fills her eyes. I hold her closer to me, assuring her that nothing happened between Chloe and I. Olivia has my heart and she'll always have it.

"You look incredible," I whisper in her ear, "I don't think I'll be able to sustain myself."

"Oh shush," she kisses me and I take her into the kitchen. I grab her a glass of champagne and one for myself.

Tia arrives moments later and wanders to find Chloe. She promised not to cause a scene until after the party. I couldn't tell if she was being serious or just kidding around. I wouldn't mind really.

"You look stunning," Olivia compliments Tia.

"Well thank you," Tia fluffs her hair.

"I'm surprised you didn't wear a suit tonight," Olivia cleans of the cookie residue from the side of my lips. I decided to wear a plain button up shirt, skinny jeans and my black boots. Marcel was the one with the suit on.

"I was going to eventually take it off," I shrug, "there was no use for one."

The party was going great but Marcel seemed skiddish. I hadn't asked him if nan would be coming or if she even agreed to come. Knowing our nan, the last thing she would want to do is to ever see grandad again.

Nan and grandad split up when they were only 40 years old, that was 30 years ago. Grandad was always flying back and forth from London to Chicago every week keeping up with his business. Nan was always alone with dad and his siblings in London, taking care if them and sending them off to school each morning. She didn't have much help either. Money was never an issue, but nan was always alone. Grandad wanted to stay in the US and try to make nan go with but she refused. Apart from that, they were always arguing and even after their kids grew up, it just wasn't enough. She didn't want to move, she didn't want change so she divorced grandad. She just couldn't take all the arguing. So every summer for holiday, dad and his siblings spent the summer in Chicago with grandad. Nan has never seen him since the divorce.

"What's the matter?" Olivia moves the curls from my face. My head clears and I look around the room. I only see Tia and Edward a few feet away but I don't see Marcel anywhere.

"Have you seen Marcel?" I ask her, still looking around. She scans the room and shakes her head.

I get on my tip toes and look around the room. I finally spot him at the entrance holding an old woman's hand. I squint my eyes and recognize nan. I can't believe she's here! I look around for grandad and I spot him walking through the crowd and he's getting closer to the entrance.