My Best Friend's Brother (Larry/Styles triplets)

CHAPTER 3

Harry's PoV

Ugh I hate that I have no choice but to let Marcel stay. I mean, who says no to their step-brother?

"So where are we all sleeping?" Marcel asked, as I unlocked the front door. I had a feeling he wanted to sleep right next to Louis. I think the only reason he wants to stay is Louis.

"I'll share the bed with you Harry and Marcel can use the sleeping bag on the floor." Louis suggested. I smirked to myself. I opened the door and led them upstairs and headed to Edward's room to see if he was home.

"Edward? You home?" I asked, opening his door.

"What did I say about knocking? What do you want?" Edward asked not looking up from his guitar.

"Nothing I just wanted to see if you were home. Marcel and Louis are staying over." I say as I walk out. I closed the door and went into my room to see Louis and Marcel shirtless. "What are you guys up to?"

"This guy has muscles! I'm trying to get him to flex." Louis says, throwing one of my shirts on. Marcel, blushing, also put on a shirt.

"So what am I sleeping on?" Marcel asked. I frowned looking around my room for the sleeping bag.

"Edward might have it. I'll be right back, give me one sec." I went back over to Edward's room.

"Now what? I was in the middle of something." Edward asked, frustrated.

"I need the sleeping bag, Marcel needs somewhere to sleep."

"What about Louis, does he have a sleeping bag? Harry come here." Edward pat the bed beside him. "How are things with Louis?" He asked. I was confused.

"Um fine...." I sat awkwardly.

"Harry, I know this might be hard and I respect if you need space or whatever but...." Edward looked sincere. The solid walls he had but up had fallen down, his eyes soft.

"What? Spit it out!" I exclaimed.

"Harry are you gay?"

Marcel's PoV

"So do you and Harry have sleepovers a lot?" I asked, examine the shirt I was given. I looked in the mirror at myself. I looked HOT.

"Yeah almost always at his house though. You ever been to a sleepover?" Louis asked, laying on Harry's bed.

"Um no actually. I'm not really popular if you haven't noticed. Harry doesn't like me, does he?" I asked, biting my lip.

"To be perfectly honest with you mate, he's not a person that opens up to many people and he is a bit protective of me...." Louis trailed off, half smiling as if remembering a fond memory.

"Do you like me?"

Edward's PoV

"Harry are you gay?" I whispered.

"I... What?" He looked confused and over whelmed. I had felt the same way when I realized I was bi, but I didn't have an older brother to help me out. I haven't told anyone yet but Harry kind of knew, I mean I wasn't very subtle.

"It's ok. This might be hard but I'm here." I pulled him into a hug and soon I felt his body shake with sobs.

"I don't know! I think," he choked, "I think so but please don't tell mum." He continued to sob into my shoulder.

"Shhh it's ok." I say rubbing his back.

"I'm a freak." He says, crying even more now.

"No you aren't. I honestly think Louis feels the same." I say. Harry took a few few shaky breaths.