Zayn, your enemy. You hated each other. Today, your family were going on a trip, they invited Zayns family as well. “{User} you gonna have to sit on Zayns lap.” Your mother said to you. “What?! No!” You responded. “There’s no more seat’s available sweetie..” Your mother sighed. After a while of fighting you gave in and just sat on his lap. Time passes and you felt something pressing on you. “Can you stop stuffing your pockets Zayn?!” You shifted uncomfortably. “My pockets are empty.”

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