“I thought you were going out with Nick?” Louis asked, walking into the living room to find his boyfriend, flicking through channels on their television set. He leaned over the back of the couch and rested his chin on the mass of curls, “Whatcha watching?”
“Not sure yet,” Harry replied, still staring at the TV, “You want to join me?”
Louis smirked and kicked off his shoes, crawling over the back of the couch and plopping down on Harry’s lap, staring up at his boyfriend, running a hand over his smooth chin, thumbing the mole on his neck-
Mole on his neck.
“Jesus Chris, James!” Louis hissed, rolling off of one of the Styles triplets, who broke into loud laughter.
“Mate! Your face! Edward! Did you see his face!” James giggled giddily, and another familiar mop of curls suddenly popped in from the kitchen, drink in hand.
“Fucking hilarious,” He agreed, sauntering over and offering a hand to Louis, tugging up him up, “Can’t believe you can’t tell us apart yet Tomlinson.”
“Can’t tell who apart?”
Louis’ eyes drifted to the door, where Harry had appeared, door slamming shut behind him.
“What’s going on?” he asked and James snorted.
“Nothing. Your boyfriend almost molested me though-“
“James,” Louis hissed, face reddening, “I-I thought it was y-you.”
“You thought I was James?” Harry asked, frown deepening, “You can’t tell us apart.”
“Yeah,” Edward took a step forward, “You can’t figure out which one of us is your real boyfriend?’
Louis swallowed heavily, eyes darting around James, Edward, and Harry who’d all surrounded him. His eyes zeroed in on ‘James’ though, and ‘Harry’, who’s mole was looking a bit more real than the one on ‘James’ neck.
The one that looked like sharpie.
“You fucker,” Louis hissed, turning to James, and throwing himself at him, crashing his lips against his, “It was you all along.”
Harry laughed, rubbing of the fake mole with his thumb as he held Louis in his arms, “Yeah. You win. It was a test-“
“You passed,” Edward and James said together, both crossing their arms, and nodding appraisingly at Louis.
“They’re going to crash at the flat for a week,” Harry said, still holding Louis in his arms, their eyes lcoked together, “So this is really just the beginning of us fucking with you.”
“Bring you’re A Game, Tomlinson,” Edward declared. “It’s on.”
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The Styles Triplets
FanfictionA collection of one-shots capturing glimpses in the lives of The Styles triplets.
