The Styles Triplets

Chapter One

The Styles brothers got along very well growing up. Not only because they were triplets but because they spent every minute of the day with one another.

In fact they were so close everyone in the family loved the 3 boys because of their attitude towards each other and how well they got along. Growing up for them was easy. Both their parents were lawyers and were very wealthy. The boys went to good schools and loved one another as children.

But as they grew older the triplets began to change. Not together but separately. Marcel began more fascinated with school and made sure his grades were at their best. He did in fact keep up with the latest historical news, as well as his fashion sense. He wore his pants up to his torso and wore ties with cashmere vests. His socks were above his ankles and his pants were folded up. His eyes were adorned with huge rectangular glasses. Never hit it off with any girl at school.

Edward was the rebel. He didn't care about anything. He was more into being in his band and becoming a rockstar. He was a rude boy and had tattoos all over his body. Not many girls like being with him for his history of cheating on his past girlfriends, but yet a lot of girls still find him attractive. He tells his other 2 brothers that they need to loosen up and be more like him. He hates the fact that neither of his brother have as many tattoos as he does.

Then there's Harry. The charmer. The gentleman. The ladies man, and the most popular kid in high school. Everyone loved being around Harry because he was nice and could be a rebel, but not as much as Edward. He pulled a couple pranks and stunts here and there for the excitement of being a teen. He was the life of the party and the one everyone adored.

Harry's POV

"Come on man cut it out!" I told Edward. He kept picking on Marcel, who was trying to study at the kitchen counter, and it began to annoy him.

"Edward stop it! I am trying to study," Marcel slapped Edwards hands away.

"Why should I?" Edward then again slapped the back of Marcel's head interrupting his studying.

"Ed come on stop!" I was defending Marcel. I felt bad that Edward was always picking on him.

"Fine whatever," he threw his arms back and walked over to the refrigerator. He opened the orange juice carton and drank straight from it.

"Dude that's sick," it grossed me out that Edward would dare to drink straight from the carton.

"What? Calm down, we're blood. No biggy," he said taking another drink then placing the carton back into the fridge.

"You know," Marcel began, "they invented cups for a specified reason."

"Shut up Marcel," Edward growled.

Marcel innocently ducked his head down. Edward always seemed to put Marcel down. Only because he knew Marcel wouldn't do anything about it.

"Leave him alone Ed," I said, "he's right. Use a damn cup."

"But I'm not thirsty anymore," Edward idiotically stated.

"You're such an idiot," I pushed him but he caught his balance.

"Don't push me," he was angry.

"What are you gonna do about?" I argued back standing up facing him.

He smirked then pushed me. I caught my balance then ran after him. I dug my head into his stomach and held his torso. We flew to the couch in the living room and began wrestling. I pushed Ed off the couch and jumped over him grabbing a hold off his arms. He then twisted himself out and pinned me down to the floor. I managed to get out of this hold and got him in a neck lock. We knocked over a flower vase then heard my mother come in.