The Styles Triplets

Marcel 6

      I wake up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. I get up off of my bed and walk out of my room to go to the living room. I see Edward putting his coat on the coat rack. He turns to see me and gives a small wave. I wave back. I walk away start to walk away when I feel this strange... feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don't feel to well. I start to feel sick. I run to the bathroom and put the toilet seat up just in time to start retching. I start to shake. I think back to what I ate to make me so sick. What did I eat? The pizza. How much of it did I eat? Most if not all of it. Well, dang it.

        I finally finish and flush the loo. I wash my face and hands and quickly brush my teeth and walk out. I see Harry asleep so I go over to where he is and sit down beside him. I put my hand on his shoulder and shake it saying,   "Haz?" Harry?" I got fed up and slapped him in the face. "HARRY!" He bolts up and puts his hand to his face where I had slapped him.

        "Oww! Why!?" he asks. I was about to answer when I went into a coughing fit. It was very violent. He puts his arm around me. So this is what his arm feels like around m- nevermind.

         "Okay, you are staying home. No questions or remarks about it. I still have to go to school because I have to retake a test that I can not miss." he put emphasis on 'can not'. I just nod and lay down.

             "I'm gonna go make you some soup or something soft and easy to eat and warm, yeah?" I nod.

        "Erm... Ed came home a few minutes ago." I say. He nods and leaves. I guess it does feel nice to get babied. I take off my shirt and look at my bruises. I still can't believe that h-I get bullied. I look at them for about three minutes and fall asleep. Well, half-asleep. I can still hear everything, but it sounds far away. I hear the door opening and something being put down. Maybe it was the bowl of soup. I feel the blanket being taken off of my legs and hear something fall to the floor: the blanket. I hear a small gasp come from Harry. Then I remember: my bruises. He saw the bruises on my tummy. I force myself to stay still as he picks up the blanket and puts it on me. I feel him tucking me in, touching my bruises along the way, making me flinch. He stops when he's done.

        "Get well soon." I hear after a pair of lips kissed my hair. The last thing I hear is the opening and closing of the front door. 

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