a.m. - lirry/zarry/ziam

sixteen

I woke up with Harry and Zayn in my bed. I felt bad. Did I forget a wild night? My ass didn't hurt so that couldn't have been it. Plus I was fully clothed. No one got dressed after sex unless they wanted to leave.

"Zayn he's awake," Harry mumbled.

I jumped. I didn't know he was awake. Zayn sat up and put an arm around me.

"Does your head hurt?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I answered.

Harry got me a pill and some tea. Zayn and I sat against the headboard with Harry in front of us. They waited until I was comfortable to start talking.

"Your drinking is a big problem," Harry said.

"No it's not," I said.

"Liam don't argue with us," Zayn said.

"Okay," I replied. I didn't want to be more of a disappointment to them. Harry looked at Zayn who nodded.

"We have a few questions . . ." Harry trails off.

"And they might make you a little uncomfortable," Zayn adds.

"But we need to know. Because we can't - we can't let you be alone. It will kill you. It is killing you." Harry takes my hand. "Will you join us for dinner tonight?"