4 Little Styles

"Gosh, what a wonderful way to get back your reputation around here, Harry." My eyes dart towards the fresh batch of pancakes on the table as I run like an athlete to peck Harry on the cheek.
"Don't kiss me." He chuckles as he wipes off my kiss. "Okay. Good. 'Cause I'm fucking starving." I slip into the chair next to Hayley, who's on the phone.
"Hayley! Our wonderful, ehem, popstar brother, has created the feast of the Gods. Let's eat, Hay." I bump her in the shoulder as my pancakes get drowned in maple syrup.

"No. You did not see his dick." She giggles through her phone, flipping her brown hair to the side as her pupils widen. "Noo! Shit! Did you guys make love or someth-"

i grab her phone. "Bye Emma!" I scream into the phone, which makes Harry and Hayley wince. "Where's Marcel?"
"He has a class in History.. or something." Harry yawns and scratches at a spot on his cheek where his dimple-piercing is.
"You should have classes.. man-whore."

"No more pancakes for you, Michelle." He jokingly pulls away my plate. "Aw, come on, Harry. I'm trying to be nice so you can introduce me to some of those fine lads in your band."
"Which one? Scratch that. You're not dating any of my mates."

"Sweet." Hayley chuckles. "For their sake, I mean." He corrects himself.
"Hi guys!" I hear Marcel call from the door frame. "Hey there!" I wave at him.

Marcel adjusts his glasses as he sits across from Harry.
"Hey, Harold." Marcel teases. Oh, jeez.

"Hey.. Marc." Harry teases back. Damn. Marcel and Harry are in a good mood. Rare. Usually Marcel is grumpy from getting a B or Harry is mad about some girl.

"Pancakes, Glasses?" I offer.
"Nah.. normal."
"'Nough with the nicknames." Hayley coughs, which makes Harry and Marcel grin.
Now, Harry, about your bandmates. They're pretty, right?"

"Am I pretty?" Harry replies. "You're gorgeous." Hayley raises her eyebrows.

"Ew. He's your brother." I punch her in the shoulder. She punches my shoulder back. I slap her arm slightly.. and she does it back.
"Cat fight!" Harry chuckles loudly.

"Stop fighting!" Marcel whines.
Typical.
Hayley, Marcel and I have a flat in Cheshire. Harry is usually in a hotel someplace, so he doesn't come over.
Harry's phone dings. He clicks his tongue and raises his eyebrows as his thumbs flicker over the keys.
"Who are you sexting?" Hayley and I ask at the same time. Oh, and Marcel. Weird. What are his 'friends' teaching him? Marcel is the only innocent one in the entire - ehem - school.

He looks up suspiciously. "How'd you know?"
I snap my fingers. "Because we're quadruplets."

'Quadruplets" are basically 4 twins. Sometimes identical. Yeah, unfortunately, we're identical.
That's my life.

"Hey, I'm gonna have my mates over later."
"Yay!" Hayley exclaims.

Harry sends me a look. "No, Michelle. You can't wear sweatshirts and underwear all day while playing FIFA."

"Fuck you." I shoot back. "Then Marcel shouldn't be allowed to spend all day upstairs studying."

"I want an education!" Marcel argues. "So do I!" I argue back.
"Marcel, you're gonna socialize or I'll get you a tattoo." Harry interrupts.
"Oh, it's obvious he won't, so when we go to the tattoo parlor at the mall can I buy lingerie?" Hayley asks.

"Why? Haven't you fucked enough guys?"
"Haven't you fucked enough girls?"

"Stop arguing, young butterflies." I smirk.
"We'll all go to the mall later, with the guys?"

Marcel nods. "I was just thinking about that."

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