The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Sixteen

Edward's POV

I run downstairs for dinner after mum called us down but she always tends to do that and we end up having to wait at least another half hour. She mentioned a special guest coming over but it's not secret anymore. It's obviously nan coming over. Grandad has been so obvious about it. He's been getting ready for at least two hours and everytime you walk passed him, he suffocates you with the amount of cologne he's wearing.

Where the hell is Harry at? I think to myself. I look around hoping he'd be here but he's not. Mum was trying to make me wear a suit, but I wasn't about to. Which is why I need Harry so he can lend me one of his knitted sweaters. I would ask Marcel but his sweaters aren't my style, obviously.

"Have you seen Harry?" I stop Marcel in the hallway.

"No. Have you checked his room?" He suggest and I feel like an idiot.

I make my way downstairs hoping he's in here, "Haroldeny." I go down, "Harry?"

Harry's POV

I've been staring at the floor, not noticing how cold it has gotten down here. I don't know how long I've been sitting like this, I don't know how long I've been crying. My sheets are wet and cold, they're full of snot which isn't pleasant at all. My chest is tight and I just don't know what to think after that dream. 

"Harry," I know it's Edward. He always comes down here without knocking, "What the hell are you doing?"

I don't answer him, nor do I dare turn around. I stay there, stiff and motionless. Will I be able to speak? Right now I don't think I will be, but I might end up saying something after Edward asks me something.

"Harry I'm talking to you." He sounds annoyed with me already and he just got down here. "Harry why aren't you answering me?"

I can feel him walking over to me, the closer he gets, the more I know I'm going to eventually break down.

"Harry," he says for the third time, this time more concerned and worried. "Bro what's wrong? What's happening? Why are you crying?"

I don't answer him once again. Surprisingly I didn't break down, I'm just slightly crying. I guess my tears ran out or something. I sound really girly and unmanly but Lauren meant so much to me.

"Harry please answer me man," Edward sits on the floor infront of me. "Did you and Olivia fight?"

There's a knock at the door.

"Guys are you ready?" Marcel shouts. We both ignore him.

"Harry, you're scaring me! Answer me!" Edward hits my leg.

"Why aren't you answering me?" Marcel shouts from above, "I'm coming downstairs."

I continue not to say anything. I'm just in shock. Why is this happening all of a sudden. Why is she coming back into my thoughts now? Just when I thought I was over her, and moved on from her. I'm finally happy, why does she come back to haunt me. She's a very sensitive topic to speak about and anytime she's mentioned, I completely loose my mind.

"What's going on?" Marcel asks.

"Something's wrong with Harry," Edward answers him, "he's not answering me. He's not moving either and I don't know what could be wrong with him?"

"Are he and Olivia fighting?" He asks Edward instead of me?

"I don't know?" Edward shrugs. "He won't answer any of my questions. He's stiff as a rock."

"Does he have a fever?" Marcel's warm hand touches my forehead. "He's really freezing cold. He has no fever he's just really cold."

"I don't know what could be wrong with him? It's worrying me a lot though that he isnt responding." They keep tallking in third person, as if I'm not even in the room.