a.m. - lirry/zarry/ziam

eight

I opened the door when Zayn arrived. He asked me if I was Liam and I said yes. Zayn then handed me a single rose. No one had ever given me a rose before. Especially someone who was trying to date my best friend.

"I'm not Harry," I said.

"I know. I have one for him too. I just didn't want you to feel left out." Zayn smiled.

I didn't know what to say so I announced his arrival to Harry who was setting the table. Harry was sometimes a neat freak, he knew what he liked and how he wanted things. That's why I got the door. I told Zayn to come in. He came in and even took his shoes off at the door, how nice of him!

I was wearing slippers. My slippers made me happy.

Zayn presented Harry with his rose. Mine was prettier. Harry's was red, like a normal rose but mine was a light pink with dark orange. Harry thanked Zayn. I knew I should have thanked him too but I didn't.

I was a horrible person.