You can coax the cold right out of me

"Give me a week."

Zayn raises his eyebrows. "What?"

"Give me a week," Liam repeats. "Seven days. Just come hang out with us and let me show you what we do. Please? If by the end you still hate us and everything we stand for, then I won't stand in the way of your petition. Just let me show you."

"A week?" Zayn asks. "That's it?"

It's a good argument. Seven days and he can meander around hungover college kids and make a list of all the reasons Greek Row shouldn't continue.

Nodding, Liam reaches out his hand to touch Zayn's arm. Zayn doesn't brush Liam off.

"Alright, fine. One week, Liam. And I'm not easily amazed, so I hope you've got something interesting to show me."

Laughing, Liam rescinds his hand from Zayn's forearm and shakes his head. "I think you underestimate us, honestly. But just you wait."

or; zayn drafts a petition to shut down the frat houses, but liam convinces him not to.