The Styles Triplets

Chapter Sixteen

Harrys POV

"Where are you going?" Macey whines.

I turn back around to face her, "you fucking knew she was going to come in here! You lied to me and said she wasn't here!"

"So? What's the big deal?" she shrugs standing there practically naked.

"What's the big deal?" I mock her, "do you not realize how much you've sabotaged this for me? My chances with her now are probably 0!"

"But your chances with me are still a 100," she comes in closer. I lightly push her away and give her a disgusted look.

"You're a psychotic bitch!" I yell, "you broke up with me Macey. I only went along with all this because I thought maybe you'd leave me alone!"

"I don't care what you say," she lifts her clothes from the ground, "try getting your precious little school girl back. I'm sure she's out there fucking one of your brothers now," she takes her clothes and walks into her personal bathroom.

I notice Marcel is gone too. I walk out of Maceys room in search for Olivia once again. Now that I know she is here I will look harder. I just hope she didn't leave.

Edwards POV

"I didn't really think you were this sweet," Olivia compliments. So far so good.

"Yeah well," I shrug and give her my smug look.

"I've always been so intimidated by you," she admits.

"What the fuck? Why?" I laugh.

"Oh. Well because of all these tattoos," she reaches for my arm. She slowly scans all the inked pictures injected permanently in my skin. She smiles at the simplest and stupidest tattoos I've gotten.

"And your parents don't care?" she lets my arm gently drop.

"Nah. Not anymore at least. They literally almost fucking killed me when I got my first sleeve," I laugh and she giggled along.

I've never really had a real conversation with a girl. Usually I tell them my name, get them drunk, and take them to the closest room with a lock for about 30 minutes or longer. With Olivia it's different. I sound like damn Harry mixed with Marcel.

"Uh do you want a drink?" I ask her.

"Yeah sure," she sits on a giant rock on the side patio of the house.

"Alright. I'll be right back then," I stammer.

"I'll wait here," she laughs. Fuck! Her laugh is so....adorable?

Marcel's POV

I'm so drunk I can't see straight anymore.

I can't find Harry or Edward anywhere. I can't even seem to find neither of their friends. Oh god I hope they didn't leave me. Of course they didn't, they can't. If they did they be in some big trouble with mum and dad. I just really want to go home. After the incident with Olivia and Harry, I kind of feel embarrassed of being his brother. That's so weird to think because they've always been embarrassed of me being their brother, but I'm sure once Eddy finds out he's going to think the same way.

Instead of keeping the search of finding my brothers going, I decide to look for Olivia. Having this much amount of liquor in my system, especially for the first time, is making me do things I haven't done before. I walk carefully and foolishly down the stairs hoping not to fall. I make it to the end of the staircase and head into the kitchen. I see Niall and Zayn again leaning against the sink.

"Marcel," Niall snorts, "I'm surprised your still alive."

"And I'm surprised you're still ugly," I laugh at my own joke.

"Okay?" he lightly chuckles, "your clearly hammered."

"And you're clearly stupid," I laugh harder than the first time.

"Maybe you should sit down," both he and Zayn latch my arms around their neck, "Harrys gonna kill us once he finds out we got you drunk."

"No..I have to..I've got to go find Livia," my words slur.

"Nah bro you got to sit down," Zayn says waking me over to the couch.

"No!" I unlatch my arms and slap their hands away, "I'm gonna go find Livia."

I walk away leaving them there. I almost trip over some empty bottles on the floor but I catch my balance and continue my search. Luckily I don't see Harry or Edward anywhere when I make it outside. I continue walking around the back side and decide on walking the entire perimeter of the house since there are people literally ALL around this house.

I spot a girl sitting on this rock by herself. Her back is facing me so I can't see her face. Her clothes look familiar but I don't remember who could possibly have had them on. I've seen over 50 girls tonight, and luckily most of them had shirts on.

I walk over to her in attempt to make conversation. Like I said, I don't do this type of stuff, it's the alcohol in my system that's causing me to do this. Maybe I should get drunk more often? It somehow seems to boost up my confidence. Like if I wasn't intoxicated I would have never even thought about walking near her. Whoever she was.

"Hey....girl," I burp, "why you out here alone?" I stumble and grab onto the tree. I walk closer and she turns her torso to face me.

"Marcel?" she smiles.

"Olivia!" my eyes go wide and I feel my heart pounding. Found her.

"What are you doing out here?" she says. The real question is, what are you doing out here? I think to myself.

She's waiting for an answer but the words don't seem to be able to come out anymore. My heart is literally about to escape and fly out of my chest. My palms and forehead are getting even more sweatier than before. I can smell the vodka coming through my pores as my nerves take over me. What do I say?

"Marcel? Are you okay? You don't look so good?" she scrunches her nose. It's so cute when she does it.

I don't know what to say. I can't speak anymore. It feels like my tongue has been ripped out along with my vocal cords so I won't be able to answer Olivia's question. My stomach drops and I feel extremely dizzy. My head feels like there is a tuba player inside blowing hard on the instrument with speakers attached to it so it can be loud enough to make my head ache terribly. I want to speak but I can't.

"Marcel.." she waves her hand in front of my face. I can't speak. I feel like I'm going to faint. I clutch my stomach as watch her dazed and confused face waiting for me to say something. I feel like something's coming up my throat. Something warm and un-refreshing. Its coming up so rapidly that I can't control it.

That's when it happens. The worst possible thing ever. More embarrassing than what just happened with Harry. The nasty hot solid liquid comes up my throat and bashes out my mouth landing on Olivia's thighs. I just puked on her.

Edwards POV

"Where are you going now?" Ash whines.

"Outside," I tell him holding up two cups.

"Whose that other cup for?" he leans on the counter.

"No one," I say.

"Sure," he smiles and brings the plastic cup he took from the counter up to his mouth.

"Fuck off," I scoff and walk away outside. I have Olivia's drink in hand as I try to make it back as quick as possible.

I hate how large Maceys yard is. I make it to the end of the patio where I left Olivia sitting. I see her with someone else. A dork. My brother. She's standing with a disgusted look on her face. She's wiping something off her thighs. I pick up my pace and make it to her presence.

"Marcel! What the fuck?" I smell the nasty combination of food and liquor all perched into a disgusting solid-liquid. It's fucking vomit all over Olivia's jeans.

I throw the plastic cups into the bushes and walk over to Olivia.

"Look what you did you idiot," I refer to Marcel.

"No it's okay," Olivia wipes her hands on her sides and gags a few times.

"No it's not," I shout, "dammit Marcel! Just wait til we get home. I'm going to beat the living shit-"

"Stop," Olivia cuts me off, "its fine. I'm just going to go home. It's getting late and it is a Tuesday. Thanks for the great rest of the night Edward." She smiles and speed walks away into the distance.

"I want my mummy," Marcel lays on the grass grasping his stomach.

"What happened?" a voice appears. Harry shows up standing over Marcel then looking back up to me, "did you hit him?"

"What the fuck? No!" I'm taken back that he actually thinks I hit Marcel, even though I want to so fucking badly after what happened.

"But I'm sure you would!" I tell Harry.

"What do you mean?" he looks back up at me.

"Drunk Dork McGee over here puked all over Olivia! She just left," I shout.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Harry grabs his curls like he's ready to yank them out, "dammit Marcel!"

"Well we better get home," he says. He's right, like always. Mr. Fucking Perfect.

"I'm walking on sunshine..."Marcel laughs, "woooaaaahhh. I'm walking on sunshine." I can't help but laugh by how fucking stupid he sounds. I've never seen him drunk and this is priceless. Harry joins along and laughs with me.

"Ok Marcel shut up before I kick your ass," I say. Harry and I lift him up. I hold one of his legs and one of his arms is around my neck while Harry carries the other side. For a wimp, Marcel is kind of heavy.

"Swear if you puke on me I won't hesitate to drop you," Harry tells Marcel. Marcel burps then laughs.

"I fucking hate all of you." I say as we carry Marcel all the way to the car.