The Styles Triplets

The Vacation

“Get in the water, you pussy,” James hissed, standing behind his brother who was sitting on the edge of the yacht, staring at the oldest, of the three triplets, and his boyfriend who were splashing in the cool sea water.

 “I don’t want to ruin the moment,” Edward insisted but James just rolled his eyes, “What? Seriously. We’re guests, Edward-”

 “He’s our fucking brother. We’re not guests-”

“It’s his one vacation of the year, that we are quite literally crashing,” Edward whispered harshly, glaring up into identical eyes, “We are not going to ruin this moment-”

“No. You are not going to ruin this moment,” James insisted, “I am going to make a splash.”

 Edward rolled his eyes and watched James take a running start, finishing into a dive that landed right between Harry and Louis, splashing them and leaving the two spluttering.

 “James!” Harry yelled, treading over to where James had popped up, shaking out his curls. Before James could catch his breath, Harry attacked him from behind, shoving James underwater by the shoulder, shoulders tensing as James struggled under his weight.

 A second later a hand snuck up from under water and grabbed Harry by the ankle, pulling him under too, leaving the spot where James and Harry had been, a mess of splashing and sputtering as the two fought each other in the salty sea water.

 “Think you have the right idea,” Louis noted, nodding towards Edward who was sipping at a beer, grinning at his two useless brother. Edward shrugged.

 “I shared a room with them for sixteen years. I’ve figured it out.”

 Finally, two heads popped back from under water, both sputtering, and gulping at the air. Louis turned with a grin to the two, but his grin faltered as they both cheerfully greeted him with a bright, “Babe!”

 The two identical heads turned to glare at each other, “No! He’s my babe! I’m Harry!” They said in unison, leaving Louis to stare on, bewildered.

 “James. You don’t have to continue to be a dick. You already interrupted us once,” Harry on the left said, but Harry on the right rolled his eyes.

 “Whatever James. Play whatever fucking game you want. Louis knows who we are. Don’t you Lou?”

Louis swallowed thickly, and Edward let out a low whistled from where he was sitting, “And with that. I’m going back inside,” He muttered, leaving Louis to call helplessly for help, as he sauntered back into the yachet leaving Louis with two Harrys who both continued to blurt out reasons why they were the real Harry.

“Enough!” Louis finally declared, biting his lip as his eyes darted between Harry on the right and Harry on the left. He finally settled on Harry on the left and, with one last prayer to God, leaned in, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend (or boyfriend’s identical brother’s) neck.

 Thankfully it was the former.

“Fuck. I thought I did pretty well that time,” James muttered, and Harry laughed, rolling his eyes as he hung onto Louis to keep afloat.

“Louis will always know which ones me. Won’t you?” He asked, gazing into Louis’ eyes. Louis bit his lip and glanced at James, who smirked.

“I will try very hard,” He replied, pecking Harry’s lips. And that was the most he could do.