a.m. - lirry/zarry/ziam

nine

Somewhere between the months of December and February, Zayn became a member of our household. I didn't understand why. And Harry didn't understand why I didn't understand why. 

"We're dating," He said. 

"Since when?" I asked. 

"Since like . . . Two months ago," Harry said. "Why else would I ask you if he could move in?" 

"Two months isn't a long time," I stated. 

"You said it would be okay," Harry argued. 

"I know." I wasn't upset. I wasn't allowing myself to get upset over this. "Will he help you pay?" Out of my nineteen years of life I still wasn't able to get a job. Harry was the one who paid for everything. 

"If you still want him to move in, I'm sure he can help." Harry had stopped telling me he made enough money to pay for four people. 

"Okay," I said. 

"Okay," Harry said. 

Okay.