a.m. - lirry/zarry/ziam

four

Harry came home but there was something different. He smiled more, not that he didn't smile much before going to the party, but his smile was brighter. I loved his smile. Harry plopped down next to me on the couch.

"Hello," I said. I loved how long his hair was getting.

"Liam I am very happy," Harry said.

"Happy Harry," I said.

"Happy, happy, happy."

I laughed.

"Why are you happy?" I asked.

"I kissed someone."

Oh.

"Who?" I pretended to smile.

"Some hot guy. His name is Zayn."

"I didn't know you liked boys." Of course I knew he liked boys. I lived with Harry goddammit. As a homosexual, I was quite good at spotting other homosexuals. Harry rested his head on my shoulder and put his arms around my waist.

"I guess I do. Or maybe just Zayn," Harry said.

"I feel loved," I said.

"Okay, Zayn and you. The only men I need."

I was happy with that.