Zayn and Harry didn't share a bed for a couple months, which let me visit Harry when I couldn't sleep. But my time was cut short when one night I went into Harry's room to find him kissing Zayn in the bed. They pulled apart quickly.
"Liam?" Harry asked. "Are you alright?"
"There's no milk," I said. I was playing with the strings of my sweatpants. "S-so I thought I'd tell you."
"Thank you Liam." Harry looked confused. We both knew he had just bought milk earlier that day. "Do you need to talk?" Harry asked.
"No. I just wanted to tell you. Use protection." Then I left Harry's room. I was angry. Not because he was kissing Zayn. But because I couldn't speak up. I did need to talk to Harry. I wanted to scream.
Instead, I went into the kitchen and dumped the milk down the sink.
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