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I don't know why but I feel like something is going to happen.

And it won't be anything good.

It is Wednesday and these four days that the triplets and I spent together - they didn't go to work, just had to take a few phone calls - were one of the best days I had. One of the funnies days.

I wasn't really popular not had I have a lot of friends growing up. My occupations were books and drama. I was in drama class, we made musicals from classical TV movies.

My favourite is Grease.

I was a loner. I wasn't ashamed of it, I like it that way. My only friend, the same one who took my virginity and I his, Luke, still talked to me. We had lost contact for a bit when he moved away but he had called me one day after I started working for Playbunnies and didn't even let me say hello when he screamed "You're a bunny now? I can't watch that magazine now that you're in, Louisss!" he had whined while I laughed.

"Hey, Louis. Ready for the beach?" Harry says, coming to me and kissing me lightly on the lips. Believe it or not, but we still didn't have sex. We kiss more and are more cuddly, but neither of us didn't initiative anything sexual. I have to admit, it's nice this way.

"Yes, let me just put on my shorts."

"Okay, babes. I'll tell Edward to start a car and Marcel to take the mini-fridge," even though we are close to the beach, you still have the whole way down the hill. If it isn't such a hot day, I'll go walking but it's seriously too hot. The triplets agree. In fact, Marcel was the one to suggest it.

"Everyone ready? Let's go then."

Edward drives us, one of the security guys closing the fence door behind us. It takes us few minutes to come down but Edward keeps driving. "I thought since we're going by car, we go to the beach that's further from the house. It's also private."

"The one where Diego-" Marcel stops himself. Harry and Edward send him death glares and he puts his arms in the surrender position.

"Who's Diego?" I can't help but ask. "Past lover?"

"No, Diego..." Edward starts. "Diego was a friend but he did something and he had to move to another country."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"No need. What he did almost cost us our lives. We left that in the past," Harry says but his eyes looks like the long suppressed memories surfaced.

I don't say anything.

After 10 minutes of driving, we finally stop. Edward parks the car on the end of the path (it goes from the main road to the line of trees) and I can hear soft waves when I get out.

We walk less than a minute before we come to the beach. It's amazing, sand beach and the sea is clear. "It's nice." I smile.

"Thought you'll like it," Edward says. "C'mon."

We put our towels down, mini-fridge at the top of mine. I sit down, pulling my shirt off. The triplets remove their shirt also, but they don't stop at that. They push their shorts down, stepping out of them, and then pulling their boxers off while smirking at me. I thought they were joking about not needing a swimsuit. I squeak as their manhoods are free, swinging between their legs.

"When you're ready, join us," Harry winks and then the three of them are running to the sea, jumping in. It is like a moment from a movie, when a hot guy surface from the water, drops of water on his body and sliding down, and then he moves his hand through his hair. I have the pleasure of seeing three hot guys doing that.

"Close your mouth, we wouldn't want something to go in that you don't want in," Marcel smirks.

"Who said I don't want your dicks in?" I question.

"Do you?"

Fuck yes. "Probably."

"Come take a swim."

"And get handsy with you three? Sure." I stand up and push down my shorts and boxers, walking in the sea. I join the triplets, the sea is up to my shoulders.

Then I'm splashed and laughing is heard. I gasp. "Who splashed me?" I ask with fake anger. "Doesn't matter." I start splashing seawater at them, them splashing back. We laugh and suddenly I'm lifted in the air. My hands go to grab something and I'm holding onto one of the triplets' head.

"Harry! Let me down!"

"Nope. Fight."

Marcel is on Edward's back. They're both smirking, probably thinking they'll win. "Oh, it's on."

We play in the water for some time and then go out. They, in fact, didn't win. "Louis," Edward calls me.

I turn around and I'm meet with lips on mine. I put my hands around his neck and kiss deeper. "I want a kiss too." One of the other whines. Edward and I separate and I turn to Harry kissing him. The kiss is rougher than Edward's but I love it. Then I give Marcel a kiss on his pouting lips, and I feel him smile into it.

I feel Edward and Harry come behind me, kissing my neck and shoulder as their hands roam my body. Marcel pulls away from the kiss, kissing my jaw and going towards the ear. One hand, I don't know which, grabs my ass cheek, squeezing it and giving it a small slap.

Then I hear my phone ringing.

I pull away, triplets reluctantly letting me go, and I go to take my phone out from my shorts pocket. "Yes?" I answer it, panting.

"Louis?"

"Who's this?"

"Ivan. Louis, you have to-"

"You don't sound like Ivan," I say, making the triplets look confused and curious at me.

"You have to come back, it's Sophia."

"What happened?" I ask frightened instead of questioning him further.

"She's in the hospital. Come quick, please," he whispers.

"W-what?" I say, already getting up and collecting the things.

"Someone hit her with the car. The doctors... They don't know if she'll survive the damage."

"I'll be there as soon as possible." I hang up and usher the triplets, who are asking me questions, to the car.

"Sophia, my best friend, is in hospital," I say, not managing to keep my tears in. They don't ask any more questions. Harry pulls me in a sideway hug and Edward hurries to start the car. Marcel opens the door for us and we sit. I break down, sobbing. Harry holds me close to him and I don't even know when we start moving but I do know when Harry carries me out and in the mansion.

"I'll call our pilot, she'll get you in London faster." Marcel goes to another room.

"Do you want us to go with you?" Edward asks as he places a hand on my knee.

"No. No. I'll manage. It's enough you're letting me use your plane."

"It's not a prob-"

"No. I want to be alone."

"We're not leaving you."

"Please. I..." I shake my head, letting it rest on my hands.

"Okay," is what I hear as the warmth that was surrounding me leaves.

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"Sir? We're here." I wake up to someone lightly shaking me. I see the lovely face of Heather, the private pilot of Styles triplets.

"Thank you. Really, I know you had a day off—"

"It's not a problem. It is family."

The plane had landed in the reserved part of the airport. I'm glad she let me sleep even when she landed the plane, I barely slept since yesterday morning.

"My bags?"

"Already out."

"Are you going immediately? I want to buy you all a coffee or something."

"Bailey wants us to stay a bit so the motor cools off. They might be a stewardess but they're studying —"

"Did someone say my name?" the familiar face of a young black woman comes into view.

"Hi, Bailey," we say.

"I called you a cab so you don't have to wait long."

"Thank you." I smile. "I'll go now so you can rest. I hope to see you all again."

"The triplets are crazy about you, of course we'll see each other." Heather winks and takes Bailey's hand in hers, going into the pilot cabin where Ahmed is already sleeping.

I stand up and exit the plane, taking the bag from the stroller airports use. London weather is so different from Italy weather, I don't know how long it'll take for me to adjust. I think it might rain soon. I hurry towards the door. I could just walk a bit longer and exit from the side entrance that is used when someone important comes or someone who has a private plane; you can drive with the car through it.

Rain is starting to fall but before I can come beneath the longer eaves, a car blocks my path. I stop, my heart beating faster. Two men with masks jump out. I let my bag fall as I start running but I don't get far before a hand covers my mouth as I'm about to scream. The guy holds me tight against him and pulls me towards the car.

The other guy comes in front of me and puts a cloth on my nose. I try not to inhale but the smell of chloroform fills my nostrils and soon my lungs. My eyelids are closing and I find it hard to stay awake. The guy removes the cloth. I feel myself slipping into darkness and the other guy taking my legs up.

I blink rapidly, trying to fight the effects but it's no use. I'm lowered into the car, the door slamming on one and them on the other side. My head is placed on someone's leg and, unconsciously, rolls to the side. I see the driver changing the... The thing. I don't even know what's happening. The speed changer. He changes speed and then steps on the gas. I finally give up, knowing I can't get out this weak and tired, so I let myself fall asleep.

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