The Styles Triplets

The Press

“Would you two please fucking stop?” Harry hissed, ducking away from the snapping of the paps’ cameras that had crowded the trio, who were clustered on the side of the road, their car engine smoking next to them.

“Just having a bit of fun!” James replied, snapping his own pictures of the paparazii’s while Edward next to him posed for them, “Can’t see why you get tired of this.”

Harry groaned, and turned back to his phone, dialing up Paul, “Hey. Yeah. Listen. That car we rented, it broke down. Yeah.  I know. I’ve got the dumber 2/3rds of me making a complete mess too. Can you send a car?”

“I do believe he just called us dumb,” James declared, turning around and glaring at Harry who rolled his eyes and shrugged, stuffing his phone in his pocket, “What do you have to say to that Edward?”

Edward shrugged, “Let’s revisit grades from secondary school. Yeah? Raise your hand if you made honor marks?”

Ed’s hand shot up, with James, who both turned and raised a brow at the reddening Harry.

Harry took a step forward, “You see that broken Ferrari right there,” Harry muttered, nodding towards it, “Raise your hand if you paid for that?” he mocked, shoving James’ shoulder, sending his camera tumbling to the ground.

“You dick!” James yelled, and Edward rolled his eyes, grabbing for the camera and handing it back to James.

“Uhm, guys,” Edward muttered, throwing an arm around both his brothers’ shoulders, “Unless you want this little argument to end up on the front page of Daily Mail, I highly suggest you shut the fuck up.”

James’ and Harry’s shoulders sagged and Edward grinned, “And I’d like to take this time to point out htat technically, Louis paid for the Ferrari, because you left your card in your room. Where you haven’t been this whole time because you’ve been in someone else’s,” He taunted and Harry’s face paled, eyes zeroing in on the Paparazzi. He turned out of Edward’s grip and glared.

“We’re going to talk about that later,” He hissed, face softening when he saw a familiar black SUV pull up, “Come on.”

Edward and James followed behind and climbed into the SUV with Harry, waving out the window to the Paparazzi who followed a few feet behind before dispersing to stalk another celebrity. Harry slumped in his seat and glared.

“You almost gave away Lou and I’s relationship,” He hissed at Edward, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

Edward bit his lip and sighed, “You can’t keep hiding it bro. It’s going to blow up in your face. I was just trying to help.”

“You know, Eddie makes a valid point,” James agreed, wagging a finger at Harry, “It’s been a few months now. Don’t you think it’s time?”

“Remember what happened when James dated my ex, Catherine, for a while. And you two tried to keep it from me,” Edward agreed and Harry shifted in his seat, “When I found out I was fucking pissed. Hated you both for a few weeks. Except you two, unfortunately, are my brothers, so I had to get over it and love you dicks again. But your little fan girls? Not so much.”

Harry groaned, resting his head in his hands, “Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ugh. Yeah. I know,” He finally agreed and James and Edward both smirked, reaching up to high-five ach other, “I hate you both.”

“Haters gonna hate, bro,” James noted, propping his feet up on Harry’s lap and reclining in his seat, “But you might want to call mom before you do some big public ‘come out’, she wants to bake you a cake-“

“A rainbow cake,” Edward added and Harry laughed, shaking his head, “It’s going to be fucking awesome. She’s been planning it since you were like eleven.”

“I didn’t know I was gay, when I was eleven,” Harry noted and James shrugged.

“It’s Mom,” He muttered and Harry hesitated before nodding in agreement, “I’m pretty excited about it honestly. Mom hasn’t baked a cake since our twelfth birthday.”

“Oh God,” Edward moaned, “Do you remember how good that cake was-“

“There was like fudge in it. How do you put fudge in a cake?-“

“I don’t know, but Jesus Christ, I ate twelve slices, I’m not even kidding, do you remember that Haz?”

They turned to Harry who was smiling to himself, eyes darting between James and Edward.

“I really do love you pricks,” He whispered and James and Edward glanced at each other out of the corner of his eyes, and grinning.

“Yeah bro. We know,” They said in unison, and James leaned forward slightly.

“And since you love us, just so much, Edward and I have a little business venture we’d like to explore. But we need a staring investor-“

“Deal-“

“You don’t even know what it’s for,” Edward muttered and Harry shook his head, grinning.

“I really don’t want to know.”