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“But what if I just want to sleep?” Zayn whines, voice coming out muffled as he burrows his face deeper into his pillow.
“Come on, babe, we’re only in France for a couple of days before you have to start shooting your video,” Liam pleads, gently pulling on Zayn’s foot in an attempt to wake him up. “Then you’ll be busy again and I’ll have to explore France on my own like an idiot.”
Zayn snorts but rolls over onto his back to face Liam, popping one eye open. “You could never look like an idiot.”
Liam rolls his eyes. “Even I know you’re lying. Come on, you can’t flatter your way out of this.”
He gives a light pat to Zayn’s still-socked foot before (loudly) heading to the bathroom for a shower–one that mercifully gives Zayn the chance to sleep ten more minutes. He hums in approval before rolling back over for one last chance at sleep.
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“Say it,” Liam teases, raising one eyebrow as Zayn gobbles down another bite.
“Okay, yeah, I guess this was a good reason to wake up.” He admits, though he shrugs after, still trying to play it off. “And I guess maybe the chance to have breakfast with my boyfriend was also good. Just maybe.”
Liam playfully flicks the arm that’s in reach, fake scoffing.
“That tart beats me?” He pouts, eyes growing wider by the second.
“France beats you, yeah,” Zayn answers nonchalantly as he shoves one of the last bites of tart into his mouth. “And the tart, too. Sorry, love.” He gives him a deadpan look before he continues, “Beats you and your fakeass Bambi eyes. Don’t you think I can see through that shit in an instant by now, Li?” Zayn clucks his tongue, a smile dancing on his lips.
“Hey, if you keep that kind of talk up, me and my ‘fakeass Bambi eyes’ can go find the chocolate festival on our own.” Liam threatens, but his eyes say otherwise.
“Awh,” Zayn fakes a coo as he places a hand on his chest. “Looking like an idiot and everything?”
“I won’t miss you when you’re busy filming,” Liam retorts, trying to suppress a grin as he suddenly grabs for Zayn’s fork to eat the last bite of tart.
After successfully stealing it and stuffing the last bit of tart into his mouth, Zayn cries, “Hey, you already had yours!”
“Yeah, but it tastes better when it’s not mine,” Liam replies with a wolfish grin. “But at least now we’re even for all of your uncalled for comments.”
The glint in his eye worries Zayn just slightly when he adds, “At least until the chocolate festival.”