"So Liam asked you to slide down his pole then?" Harry yells over the music. Zayn nods for a second before he starts frowning. "Wait, no, not like that! He was being nice!" "You've called Liam nice like, ten thousand billion times tonight," Harry points out. "You fancy him!" "Do not," Zayn protests. His head feels heavy so he lets it drop onto Harry's shoulder. "He's just -" "Nice?" Harry supplies unhelpfully. Or the one where Liam's a fireman, Zayn's a photographer and yeah, there's a calendar shoot or two involved. This fic is written by carissima from AO3, so if you not impatient enough to wait me to post it chapter by chapter then you can read it in ao3 in one go.