Summary: Harry and Edward Styles are twins. [Y/N] happens to be best friends with Edward and shares a mutual hatred towards his brother Harry. However, he’s not as bad as he turns out to be, maybe.
Tags: not that smutty (part II will, well, depends hehe)
Edward is [Y/N]’s best friend. Anytime she was in trouble, on a date going wrong, or if she just needed some cheering up, Ed was always there for her. To her, he was like the ultimate boyfriend and that whoever gets the chance to marry him someday would be extremely lucky.
As for his twin, maybe not so lucky.
Harry was on the opposite end of the spectrum when it came to his brother’s qualities. He could almost pass as an evil clone of Ed’s. People would describe Harry as a rather charming yet rebellious type of guy. From firsthand experience, [Y/N] would argue that point and say that he is just a straight up dickhead, at least majority of the time. She never really knew why he was like that, but honestly, it started when they were kids.
Harry used to tease [Y/N] because Ed was her first kiss. He caught them in the tree house when he was climbing up one day. For weeks, Harry wouldn’t shut up about it. But [Y/N] and Ed didn’t even care, they never made a big fuss about it and still continued to be best friends. It was just Harry that blew it out of proportion.
When they were around twelve and leading into their teenage years, Harry moved his antics to his twin. Always shoving him in the hallway, yanking him by his bag and dragging him to the floor. [Y/N] was there for Ed though, she made things a little bit more tolerable for him.
It didn’t help some days when Harry would brag about the first girl he slept with at fifteen, knowing that it was a huge deal to lose your virginity at a young age. Then one girl turned into multiple over the years, now, he’s had countless.
“Oi, you’re zoning out missy.” Ed snaps his fingers in [Y/N]’s face as she responds quickly by flinching.
“Sorry, long day.” She sighs, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
“Need another drink?” Ed offered, holding up his empty wine glass as a suggestion.
“Actually, yes please, that’ll put me to sleep faster.” She chuckled.
“Alright, well let’s skull it all back, finish this round and we’ll call it a night, yeah?” Ed suggests as she nodded contently.
This was how they spent every single Friday night. [Y/N] would always come over to Ed’s house where they would compete in numerous board games or rounds of cards. On the side they’d have a few drinks and some pizza to top it off. To be honest, [Y/N] loved spending her time with Edward, not a single minute was gone to waste.
Ed pours the remaining alcohol contents from the wine bottle into [Y/N]’s glass after pouring himself one too. It was on the occasion where they would decide to drink heavily, but usually that meant an earlier night – at least for Edward. He didn’t have much of a high alcohol tolerance as much as [Y/N], yet she didn’t have one as high as Harry’s.
But it was a good thing that they didn’t drink around each other. Last time they did, Edwards fist went right through the window in the kitchen because he missed trying to punch Harry. He spent a good few hours in A&E getting his hand and forearm tweezed at for any little pieces of glass. Needless to say, Anne was more concerned about the window and not so much her son.
“Ready?” Ed asks, holding the glass close to his mouth. [Y/N] nods as the two mutually start to down their drinks at the same time.
The wine was cheap, but it seemed to do them both the trick. After a few seconds, [Y/N] managed to stomach the drink with ease whereas Ed struggled to get the rest of the liquid down his throat. [Y/N] places the wine glass down the counter when she’s finished, and Ed just stopped trying overall.
“Not doing that again.” Ed states, scrunching his face as the potent taste coats his tongue.
“You losers still playing Scrabble? What are you ten?”
[Y/N] could’ve sworn the room had gone cold, not knowing if it were Harry’s presence or the wind blowing in through the door that he had opened. Either way, their moods had plummeted at Harry’s unwanted appearance.
“Still fucking random girls?” Edward mocked, making [Y/N] laugh.
“What gave it away?” Harry asks sarcastically, closing the door before walking into the kitchen. “Ooh, can I play?” he adds.
“Your vocabulary isn’t large enough.” Edward scoffs.
“Alright then, just trying to be friendly. Where’s Mum?” He asked.
“Out with her friends.” Ed replies in an unenthusiastic tone of voice.
“Hmm, might bring a few people over, what’s up, missy.” Harry’s lips tug into a smile as he sees [Y/N] sitting at the opposite end of counters from where he was stood.
Edward shot Harry an evil glare. The nickname ‘missy’ was bestowed upon [Y/N] when they discovered that she was a little bit of a mis-chief. Sometimes she’d get up to no good, always exploring, doing things she wasn’t supposed to. But that was the whole point of childhood. Ever since, the name hasn’t really left her.
“Hello Harry.” She responds in monotone.
“Mum said nobody over.” Ed says quickly. His eyes follow Harry’s every single move as he walks behind and up to [Y/N], arms joining around her body in a bear hug. Edwards tensed, but [Y/N] could take care of herself.
“But [Y/N]’s here?” Harry teased Ed before he was on his feet and over at Harry in a heartbeat. With his hands, he shoves Harry from [Y/N] and grips him by his collar. Harry was never afraid of Ed, even after how many times in their life he had riled him up. It wasn’t hard for him to bring out his anger. So, Harry smiled in his face, almost laughing.
“Don’t touch her and, none of your asshole friends are coming over.” Ed growls, letting go of Harry. “I mean it.” He seethes.
“They’re just girls, I’m sure Mum won’t mind.” Harry shrugs, completely unbothered by their close brawl that could’ve happened seconds ago.
“Nah uh, this isn’t an orgy house.” Ed shakes his head as [Y/N] just sits there listening to their bickering. This isn’t the worst of their arguments. Her, Gemma and Anne have heard everything. Right from when they were kids, their disputes can be quite destructive, and the resolution would sometimes be violent.
“It’s not like you care, maybe [Y/N] can join in if she wants to?” Harry suggests, winking at her from across the way. She glared at him.
“Yeah you wish.” She incoherently refuses.
“Hey, offers always on the table.” He says.
“Fuck off Harry!” Edward cries in disgust, turning to him with narrowed eyes/
“What did I tell you about swearing at me Edward? You know should know what happens next by now.” Harry points, teeth grit with a locked jaw.
[Y/N] remembers too, she was there unfortunately on the numerous occasions where they fought - physically. Aside from the swearing, one of the worst incidents they’ve had is when [Y/N] was invited on their family holiday. Harry had locked his arms around [Y/N]’s body, throwing her into the hotel pool. By the time [Y/N] surfaced from the water, Ed was on top of Harry punching him repeatedly. She had to quickly intervene before they would both get into trouble by not only their family, but the hotel staff. But it wasn’t long before Harry had his brother pinned, relentlessly bashing his brother just like he did to him.
If that didn’t alarm [Y/N] what sort of relationship they had at a young age, then she didn’t know what would. Since then, she’s tried to be the regulator between them, that if anything happens, she would be the one to stop everything.
“Alright, we’re not doing this. Harry, haven’t you got something better to do because I know you don’t know how to play scrabble.” She says.
“Nah, m’done here.” Harry shakes his head at his brother as [Y/N] could see the rage in his face just waiting to be let out. He walks off, presumably to his bedroom as neither Ed or [Y/N] follow.
“I can’t believe I’m related to that.” Edward sighs in defeat.
[Y/N] laughed it off, too tired and a little displaced since Harry interrupted in on her and Ed’s time together. She’s thought about Harry a few times but mainly not because of the scarily looking resemblance that Ed and Harry shared. They’re literally spitting, identical images of each other, and sometimes [Y/N] found it weird.
“Imagine if you were with him or one of his little fuck buddies that he has on the regular.” Edward scoffed. “I probably wouldn’t be friends with you.”
“Geez what’re you trying to say?” [Y/N] replied.
“I’m just saying, Harry’s manipulative. God forbid if I ever caught him with you.” He shakes his head sternly, fists subconsciously clenching.
“Look your brother…he’s a dickhead, and I know you already know that and no doubt agree but, I wouldn’t go for someone like Harry anyways.” Says [Y/N].
“Good.” Edward says assertively. “Now let’s go to bed since neither of us seem in the mood to play scrabble.”
[Y/N] agreed with that. They both pack up, wash out the wine glasses and go straight to bed. Ed always makes sure that she sleeps in his bed, not because it was a guest’s policy in their household, but because Edward was a gentleman overall. He grabs a couple of pillows and blankets from the top of their towel cupboard after giving [Y/N] a quick hug and bid each other goodnight.
After getting dressed into some pajama shorts and singlet, [Y/N] walks passed Harry’s room, door open as he sat on the edge of his bed, texting on his phone. She didn’t pay much attention to him, walking back into Ed’s room before collapsing onto his bed and trying to get some shut eye.
But for some reason, she can’t. Minutes turned into hours as she was tossing and turning, flicking off the blankets then pulling them back up again. By the time she actually decided to stay awake, it was three in the morning, so she quickly dotted off to the bathroom but found that the door was stuck, again.
The Styles’ family had never replaced this door like they said they were going to in the past, but it always got stuck. They either thought it was something to do with the lock or the hinges of the door being too stiff and had never gotten around to fixing the problem. She fiddles with the doorknob before yanking a few times then drew the conclusion that this wasn’t going to work. Her first option was Edward, but [Y/N] would rather wake up the devil than him. Plus, he was a heavy sleeper. Gemma was away and so was Anne, which left Harry as a last resort. [Y/N] trails back the way she came from, stopping outside of Harry’s room as he was still on his phone at this hour.
“You.” [Y/N] announces herself as Harry looks up from his device. A smile appears on his face again, one that she wants to wipe off. She takes in that he’s wearing minimal clothing, no top and just in a pair of black boxers. Not that she isn’t staring at his carved and tight body that’s plastered in some tattoos.
“Doors stuck again.” She clears her throat, also trying to clear the thoughts in her brain.
Harry let out a small ‘oh’, sits up from his bed and walks out past [Y/N] as she takes in the view of his ripped back. Each time she catches herself dazed about Harry’s body, all she has to do is think that this is Edward – her best friend who swore to kill Harry even if he touched her. Harry grips the door handle, rattling it, shaking it, before finally using his shoulder to barge it open.
“Thanks.” She replied carelessly, walking past him to enter the bathroom. On her way into the space, Harry followed closely before shutting the door after him, grinning down at [Y/N].
“What’re you-“ Before [Y/N] could finish her sentence, Harry’s hand quickly covered her mouth because of how loud she was talking. Her heart starts pounding in her chest at Harry’s sudden move when he slowly removed his hand. His own heart jumps since this was the first time he’d even lay a hand on her in this way.
“What…are you doing?” She says in a quieter voice this time.
“I’m bored.” He shrugs then leaned back onto the door to minimise her chance of getting out.
“So, you followed me into the bathroom?” [Y/N] narrows her eyes at him.
“Uh...” Harry trails off, looks around the space then meets her eyes. “Looks like it.” He adds sarcastically.
“Well you shouldn’t be in here, if Ed-“
“Ed would murder me, I know. Yet here I am.” He smiles like an angel.
“Anyways, since I’m here - I overheard you and him talking.” He starts. “You think I’m a dickhead?” Harry furrows his brows at her, now folding his arms over his bare chest.
[Y/N] felt slightly bad that Harry heard what she said about him. Then again, he’s been called worse, not to mention that he brought that title on himself according to Ed.
“You didn’t need to hear that, I’m sorry but sometimes you can be Harry. No get out!” She shouted.
He leaps from the door, hand pressed straight against her mouth. It was a little bit unnecessary, but it gave him the excuse to touch her face. Out of nowhere, Harry uses that same hand, sliding his thumb across her lips. His touch made [Y/N]’s stomach warp as she didn’t know what just overcame her. And neither did Harry. He had felt [Y/N] before, but not like this. Not in such a provocative way where he struggles so hard to keep himself together.
His mind jumps into the past, diving into the many times where he’s thought about her, right from the start of high school. Harry would get goosebumps every time he saw [Y/N] walk through the hallways, butterflies in his stomach too. But all that would soon vanish in a split second when he’d see that she was accompanied by her brother. Edward always had to get in the way.
“Alright, you need to be quiet.” He says, taking a step away from her.
“What do you want Harry?” [Y/N] sighs, shrugging her shoulders at the same time.
“Told you, m’bored, figured I could steal you away for a sec. Plus, I can’t sleep” He answers, smirking like its uncontrollable.
“Okay well, it’s been a second-“
“You really think I’m a dick?” This time, Harry had a change of expression, going from a little bit cocky to slightly defensive about himself. [Y/N] doesn’t blame him, but Harry had been called worse before. She felt half as bad and sorry for him that he heard her say that in the first place, but sometimes, she felt like he deserves it for the shit that he can put his brother through.
“Sometimes, only when you hurt him, be mean to him or tease him I mean, touching me in front of him just adds fuel to a fire.” She whispers loudly, trying to reach for the doorknob behind Harry.
Taking another step forward, he had [Y/N] trapped. Both hands attached to the counter behind [Y/N]’s body, locking her into his close vicinity. He could almost hear her heart beating frantically and seeing her up close really validified his expectations of her. For years he’d watch [Y/N] ignore him even at times when he didn’t say much to her.
“You don’t like me touching you?” Harry whispers closely in her ear, making her body shudder. Just his words and how he talks were doing unspeakable things to her, things she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about – definitely not Edward.
“I don’t even know how to interpret that.” She gulps as Harry’s hot breath fans over her skin.
“Can interpret it however y’want baby.” Harry smirks.
“I also heard you say that you wouldn’t go for someone like me. What does that mean?” Harry continued, staring into her eyes this time, centimetres away from her face.
“Look, do we have to talk in here?” [Y/N] asked back.
“I mean, we can take this to my room if-”
“On second thoughts no.” She quickly disagrees with his suggestion. “Anyways, if you need to know, I meant that you’re not my type.” [Y/N] says with a stuck-up voice, trying to front this careless expression and refusing Harry’s offer back to his room.
“Well who do you go for then?” He pressed on with his question.
“Why do you care?” [Y/N] protests to his inquiry.
“Answer the question.” He demands.
“I-I don’t know, I haven’t…found my type I guess.” She mumbled.
“Then how do you know I’m not your type if you haven’t even tried to see what its like with me?”
His question caught her off guard right there and then. There wasn’t much for her to say unless it was something along the lines of wanting to find out, knowing very well that it would feed into what Harry was trying to get at. [Y/N] had no other words or actions that came to mind as she stood there pressed between the counter and Harry’s hips. So, her lips came crashing onto Harry’s unexpectedly.
His hands lower straight to her waist, hips moving further into hers if it were even possible. They both find themselves tangled in a hot mess of mouth and tongue, [Y/N] gasping for air as they almost tear away from each other when Harry moved onto planting wet kisses across her throat. Harry was hungry for her, his fantasy coming to fruition as he’s thought about this moment before.
“Been needing to do this t’ya for a long time.” Harry growled in her ear, watching himself in the mirror behind [Y/N] as he’s about to take this girl.
His hands drop underneath her thighs, propping her onto the counter. It doesn’t take him long to obsess over the way he’s making her feel and how she’s reacting to his touches. Her hands trail up Harry’s soft back, tugging and dragging her nails down the skin until she realises, this is all wrong
“H-Harry.” [Y/N] wasn’t sure if she was moaning his name.
“Shh baby.” He hushes her again.
“N-No Harry…we shouldn’t be doing this.” [Y/N]’s hands slide from his back around to the tops of his shoulders. He pulls away from her neck, hands still resting on her waist comfortably.
“I…I can’t…Ed and I…I just can’t do that to him. He’s my best friend. Doing anything with you – he would never talk to me again and I have nobody besides him.” [Y/N] studies the look on Harry’s face, noticing as he nodded understandably.
“He doesn’t have to find out.” Harry informs her like it’s the best approach to take. “I know Ed would skin me alive if he found out that we were in the same room together, alone, finding out that I touched you this way, but everything would stay the same. You can go back to hating me and calling me a dick or whatever – but that doesn’t mean we can’t fool around.”
“Edward’s smarter than you, he will find out. And this never happened” [Y/N] dips behind Harry, pulling the door open.
“M’not gonna stop trying y’know that right?” He turns around and grins at her.
