I woke up warm and relaxed as the sound of snoring filled my room while my body was secured to the bed by Harry's tattooed arm.

"I've been awake for over a fucking hour." Harry's broken, frightened hushed voice said against my hair as Alan continued to cuddle him from behind, sleeping.

"You must feel real stupid right now." I lazily smiled, rubbing my eyes with my back still pressed against his hard chest.

"We will not speak of this. Ever." He grit out.

"Why didn't you move?" I asked in my hoarse, morning voice, eyes fluttering slightly, my body not knowing if it should go back to sleep or not.

"Because Alan's morning wood is pressed against my ass and I'm not ready to lose my butt virginity." Harry whispered in a terrified voice, his whole body stiff and frozen before I heard Alan shift, holding Harry closer making Harry let out an uncomfortable, muffled scream into the back of my neck.

"Sucks, I'm going to eat breakfast." I sighed, deciding to get up only for Harry to tighten his hold on me, pulling me flush against him stopping me from getting up.

"If I'm stuck here, so are you." He said in a childish manner, going to the point of slinging one of his long legs over mine just in case as I pursed my lips, staring out the open window with an irritated expression as the morning light poured over the three of us.

"I should at least get a morning kiss." I muttered under my breath just to push his buttons.

"Morning kiss yourself." Harry responded in a disgusted tone.

Alan finally woke up after a few moments, letting out a mixture between a soft breath and a tired groan as he ran a tattooed hand over his face, opening his eyes and raising himself a bit in confusion as he peered down at Harry who he was cuddling before looking at me in Harry's arms.

Harry and I slowly turned our heads to make eye contact with him, all of us wearing grim expressions.

"Morning babe." Harry smiled at Alan who stared at us with slightly widened eyes.

He then fell back against the bed, face first releasing Harry.

"I hate myself." Alan muttered into the pillow.

"I hate you too." Harry added.

"Can I eat now." I commented.

Harry, Alan, and I all walked out of my room, the two men looking more drained than me as Ethan peeked his head out of the bathroom with a curious look, brushing his teeth.

"Did you guys just come out of the same room?" He questioned with the toothbrush in his mouth.

Alan and Harry stopped in their tracks, turning to simultaneously glare at the shirtless tattooed man.

"And your point is." Alan snapped.

"It is totally one hundred percent straight if we slept in the same room you disgusting homophobe." Harry spat.

"Who the hell do you think you are that you can just call us out, we don't say shit about you and Polly." Alan gestured his hand at a stunned Ethan.

"Exactly, so yeah, maybe there was a little touching, little dick brushing against ass here and there but we are both grown, mature, straight men." Harry ranted.

"Fucking tell him bro." Alan added with a fierce look as they glared at Ethan, awaiting the guy's response.

"You homophobic," Harry began

"Racist," Alan continued.

Ethan slowly closed the bathroom door.

The three of us continued downstairs to get our breakfast, Harry snacking on some toast and Alan eating an apple as I took out a bowl and some cereal and milk.

Harry was watching me with a bored look, making me place my bowl down, hand hovering over the cereal before I made eye contact with him.

I then took the milk instead, pouring milk into the bowl first before putting the cereal over it.

"You disgust me." Harry's green eyes turned into hateful slits as I smiled, happily eating my cereal with a spoon in hand.

"I hope you get run over by a bus." He continued as Alan gave him a look, glancing up from his phone.

"Well if I did who else would you bother?" I raised a brow, placing the spoon into my mouth with a sly grin as Harry's jaw slackened, a look of offense etched across his face.

"I'm never telling you shit." He snapped at me with a point of his finger my way.

"What'd she do." Alan wondered, trying to join in.

"She put her milk first before the cereal." Harry changed the subject.

Alan turned to look at me with a concerned expression before gently taking my hand in his across the counter, catching Harry's attention.

"Do you need someone to talk to?" Alan faked a sympathetic look as I pouted and nodded sadly before we shared small smiles while Harry rolled his eyes, looking away and nibbling on his toast.

Bridget suddenly stormed into the kitchen, already groomed and dressed in a tennis skirt and sweater with an angered expression.

"Want some toast." Harry offered with a mouthful of food before she raised her french manicured hand, slapping him straight across the face causing his head to snap to the side as the sound of the impact echoed through the spacious room.

"Jesus, a simple no would've sufficed." Harry said, peering at her furious face with wide, confused eyes as he held his reddening cheek.

"I overheard Ethan tell Polly about your little threesome. And you told me you were going to sneak into my room later, oh please!" She stomped one foot with a huff.

Alan started to laugh.

Bridget turned and slapped him.

"What the fuck did I do?" Alan gave her a look, holding his cheek like Harry before Bridget's eyes zeroed in on me behind the two where I was still eating my cereal with a calm look.

"Don't even try." I advised with a laid back laugh, shaking my head and continuing to munch on my Lucky Charms, enjoying the early morning entertainment.

"I hope you all enjoy fucking each other in hell!" She finished with an angered yell before she stomped off in her little heels, pushing past a startled Polly at the entrance.

"Well now this is exactly why we didn't invite you to make it a foursome!" Harry yelled, cupping the side of his mouth so his words would reach her.

Polly slowly approached us with wide eager eyes.

"So who was the bottom?" She asked Harry and Alan with an excited expression as they furrowed her brows at her while I paused from my eating, spoon midway in my mouth as we stared at her.

"Watch it, she's a freaky one." Alan muttered through clenched teeth as he neared a forced grin her way that mirrored Harry's.

"None, Harry accidentally went into my room instead of going to Bridget's and Alan came in later thinking I was the only one in bed." I explained, watching her face fall.

"Oh." Polly sighed with disappointment, her shoulders slumping in response.

"Oh by the way, some friendly police men and crew are at the dock to check the damages of my yacht. Who wants to come investigate with Ethan and I?" She suddenly asked, her bright smile returning as Alan shrugged.

"Okay." He agreed.

"Sure." Harry commented, going over to my side behind me and casually picking out all my marshmallows from my bowl of Lucky Charms, eating them as I moved my bowl out of his reach.

"You wanna come?" Polly asked me with a gentle voice.

"I think I'm just gonna stay in here." I politely declined with a shake of my head as she sent me an understanding smile.

"We won't be long, I'd get ready if I were you two. Ethan and I are leaving in five." She notified the guys as Alan nodded and Harry eyed my food.

"Wanna switch." He suggested, showing me his plate of toast.

I gazed at his offer for a moment.

"Sure."

With a quick switch of our foods I ate Harry's bitten bread and he slurped the sugary milk left from my bowl.

When everyone got ready and headed out, the last thing I heard was "so who do you think would be the bottom because personally I think I'd top" from Harry before I closed the door.

Once they were completely off the premises I went upstairs in the bathroom and freshened up before putting on my bathing suit I had worn underneath my shirt from yesterday that was already cleaned and dried, facing the pool of the beach house when I got back downstairs.

I watched the light of the sun gleam off the moving water in concentration, hugging a towel around me.

"M'not scared." I mumbled to myself, determination set across my face before I dropped the towel from my shoulders.

My knees were bent, ready to jump in.

Then I rethought about it and quickly went to the side, the safer way of entering the pool as I descended down the small steps and into the chilly water.

"Cold, cold, cold, cold," I hyperventilated, rubbing my arms waist deep in the pool and treading through the water in circles to warm myself up before really swimming, doing the basic back strokes and kicks of my legs.

My heart was still a lot faster than it should be at the sensation of water surrounding me but I chose to ignore it as I turned and began to float on my back.

I swam for a while, still feeling a bit weak and unsatisfied with myself as I grabbed the towel off the ground, drying myself with it and entering the large house.

Feeling hungry I made my way over to the kitchen, brows furrowing in confusion when I heard the sound of someone rummaging through the fridge as I walked into the room to find Harry peering through the freezer in a completely different attire.

He brought his head back from the open fridge and straightened at the sound of my footsteps, munching on an apple in his large hand before he blinked, gaze traveling over my body before flashing me a foreign, friendly grin.

"Sweet tattoos." He nodded in approval, his deep voice taking on an American accent as I noticed his strange clothing, from the fedora on his brown head of hair to the crucifix necklace and brown pointed boots on his feet before he closed the fridge.

I checked his arms as well, finding no traces of ink on the bare skin.

"You hate my tattoos..." I trailed off with a tone of uncertainty, slowly approaching him.

"I love tattoos. Really dig the meanings behind them yuh know... but I'm saving my skin for like this entire song I want tattooed over my whole chest, like right here." Harry explained in that odd voice he was using, his words stretching longer than necessary, like a stereotypical surfer dude would sound.

"You're acting weird." I stated, eyeing him.

He sent me another smile, leaning his forearms over the counter and placing his apple down.

"Woah, I'm sensing some real hostile vibes it's totally okay. You're mistaking me for my brother." The Harry clone said in understanding with a cautious raise of both hands as I blinked.

"Brother?" I repeated in disbelief.

Harry had a brother?

"Yeah, he doesn't really talk about me much, probably because of all the issues we have but it's all cool. I'm Arlo, his twin." Arlo introduced with a relaxed nod of his head as he lazily blinked at me with a laid back grin.

I looked at him.

Harry had pulled a lot of tricks on me over this entire year we've known each other, causing me to be a lot more skeptical as I narrowed my eyes at "Arlo" in suspicion.

Never had Harry said anything about having a brother, a sister yes but not a twin brother.

"Calvin Klein brand is ugly." I tested, awaiting his reaction.

The last time I had mentioned this to piss Harry off he completely snapped, demanding me to take it back with his voice cracking in distress.

A lost expression formed over Arlo's face as he stared at me.

"Who's this Calvin dude?" Arlo asked with squinted eyes.

I was surprised, my suspicions faltering before I neared him.

Not wanting to be fooled so easily I made sure to do one more test, one that would definitely decipher if this "Arlo" was telling the truth or this was just Harry trying to mess with me as I remembered something from early this morning.

"Do you want a morning kiss?" I smirked, knowing Harry would back out and break character immediately at my offer.

Arlo's face brightened like a child on Christmas morning.

"For sure." He shrugged, causing my smile to drop in bewilderment before his hand wounded to the back of my neck, bringing me closer to his face until he tilted his head and planted his lips on mine, his eyes closed while mine were still wide.

Somehow I had missed the sound of the front door opening, more voices filling the beach house as Arlo continued to give me an open mouthed kiss, my body frozen in shock since he looked so much like Harry.

My lips managed to follow his and I closed my eyes, realizing he was actually a very good kisser as he kept his hand on the back of my neck, holding me in place.

"Just forget the yacht Polly, not like you can't get a new one. Besides-" The devil himself waltzed into the kitchen, voice loud, arrogant, and boisterous as always before I heard Harry stopped short, his sentence cutting off at the sight of Arlo and I kissing heavily near the island counter.

I heard someone else enter the room but I didn't bother to look because wow this guy's lips were pretty enjoyable.

"Um why is Harry making out with Ron..." Alan's voice trailed off before there was a pause, as if he had turned and found Harry standing right besides him in surprise.

"And why is Harry watching himself make out with Ron..."

"What are you talking about, that never happened in Harry Potter." Ethan's voice spoke up, joining in as more footsteps entered the room before stopping.

It was silent after a moment, aside from the sound of Arlo and my mouth moving against each other's with no care as I heard Polly let out a 'Harry Potter? I love Harry Potter!' with her dainty steps nearing the entrance until it halted to a stop as well.

"This isn't Harry Potter..."

AN : yeah I'm sick of seeing the whole "multiple Harry's" in one story too but like bear with me here this was actually a really good addition in my old drafts of this story and it's important to the plot.