Zayn and Liam have never seen eye-to-eye. Constantly butting heads, their rivalry is legendary among the band. But when a wild dare forces them to pretend they're in a relationship for one week-complete with nicknames, hand-holding, kisses, and slee...
The day passed in a way that felt like a dream for Liam and Zayn—one of those rare days where everything just clicked.
After the lads left their room (and the relentless interrogation), Zayn and Liam decided to do something lowkey and free of stress. They threw on hoodies and sunglasses and went out for a walk through the park near the hotel, taking the time to just exist without the chaos of their bandmates.
They found themselves on a bench overlooking a small pond, where ducks waddled around and kids threw breadcrumbs.
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Liam nudged Zayn with his elbow. "Ducks, yeah? Reckon you'd scare the shit out of them if you started sketching one."
Zayn smirked, pulling his sketchbook from his bag. "Bet you fifty quid I can make one of these ducks look more photogenic than your last selfie."
"Photogenic? The fuck does that mean for a duck?"
"Just wait," Zayn said, his pencil already moving.
Liam watched for a moment, pretending to be unimpressed, but eventually leaned closer. "You're ridiculously good at that, you know."
Zayn glanced up briefly, his lips twitching. "Complimenting me won't get you out of owing me fifty quid."
Liam rolled his eyes, leaning back against the bench. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just stating facts."
As the Day Wound Down
After their impromptu art session, they grabbed takeout and ate by the pier, the salty breeze ruffling their hair. It was quiet but in a way that felt comforting rather than awkward. Zayn let his guard down completely, teasing Liam about his over-complicated coffee order, while Liam retaliated with jabs about Zayn's inability to pronounce "espresso" correctly.
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"I do say it right," Zayn argued, a fry poised dramatically in his hand.
"You say 'expresso,' and it's embarrassing for all of us," Liam countered.
"Fucking posh bastard," Zayn muttered, throwing the fry at him.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, they found themselves back in their room. The mood shifted as the playful banter gave way to something softer.
