Styles triple trouble

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It was just another morning in the Styles household. Mom would wake up first and then proceed to wake up the boys, first Edward then Harry and Marcel. Then she would come back to Edward's room knowing that she needs to wake him up one more time. He really hated school or mornings, so getting up in the morning to go to school was a torture for him and everybody near him.

Harry's pov
I opened my eyes as I felt somebody shaking my arm gently.
"It's time to wake up, sweetheart" I heard my mom's voice. I groaned and sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes.
I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen where I found my mom and my younger brother Marcel. Our mom was absolutely amazing. Still can't believe that after all those years she still has the energy to put up with us and take care of us, make us breakfast every single day and the lunches and the dinners.. and she also works everyday.. I seriously don't know how she manages all of this.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" She asked raising an eyebrow. I didn't even realize I was staring at her this whole time.
"Ymm no reason, sorry" I smiled as I sat down next to my brother.
"Where's your brother?" She sighed placing a plate of pancakes in front of me. I shrugged and started to eat.
"I'll go get him" Marcel said and walked out of the room.
"If he's still sleeping.. I swear to God.." she said tapping fingers on the counter.
I chuckled and smiled at her. She smiled back and shook her head.
"You're all so different.. I love.." she was cut short by Edward entering the room.
"Thank you for joining us sleeping beauty" I said.
"Shut up adopted" he muttered.
"Ward." Mom warned him before giving him his plate. "Jesus and where did the third one go now?" He sighed again.
"Marce!" I yelled what made Edward jump. "Easy there princess" I chuckled.
"Shut up" he repeated with a slight smirk and started to go through his phone. "Oh shiii.." he said standing and mom shot him a glare. I just looked at him confused not knowing what got him to almost curse in front of her (it's a big no no in our house).
"It's 7.40" he said looking at me terrified. I shot up from my seat and ran upstairs to get my things.
"Marcel we're leaving in 1.5 second" I yelled while running up the stairs to my room.
"Umm okay. That's not a lot of time" he said coming out of his room. This day we were starting off with English. The teacher was extremely strict. He hated when somebody was late. That's why we were so terrified, well except for Marcel. He was literally the best student at school so he was getting away with almost everything. The teachers loved him from the beginning so he didn't even have to try to gain their sympathy like Edward and I did. Ed already had a bit of a bad blood with this guy and coming late for his class would only make it worse..