elevator au - one direction

Hour two

Liams tosses Harry's tennis ball on the wall across him.

"Liam if you do that one more time, I'll shove it up your-"

Harry slaps his hand over Louis' mouth before glaring at him.

"Language." He says

Louis rolls his eyes and shifts to a more comfortable position in Harry's lap.

"How old is this stupid elevator anyways?" Zayn asks pressing the alarm button.

"Made in the 1950s." Niall grumbles.

"1953." Harry whispers not thinking anyone heard him. Louis did and smiled at him.

"They're doing the heart eyes thing again." Liam whispers to Niall who nods quickly.

"They're literally eye fucking in front of us." he whispers back.

Harry hears their conversation and feels his jaw drop. They laugh at him as he covers his burning face.

Louis laughs at the boy and Zayn groans remembering what he was supposed to do.

"What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to take Gigi out but i can't because of this stupid elevator." He says sitting down next to Liam.

Harry's eyes widen.

"Oh no." Harry mutters. "I forgot to call Gems."

Pulling out his phone Louis frowns.

"There's no service in elevators." Niall says, "Don't you think I've already tried calling?"

Harry's shoulders slump. He didn't like letting people down, especially his family.

"Lads, I'm sure your girlfriends don't mind if you're a bit late to a date." Louis says.

Harry's jaw drops again.

"Gemma is my sister doofus." he says hitting Louis' head softly.

"And I don't even like girls." he adds.

"Me too curly."

Harry smiles and nods.

Liam and Zayn lock eyes knowingly.

"I give them two hours." Zayn whispers.

Liam raises his eyebrows. "An hour, tops." he responds.

Zayn shakes his head.

"I'll give you a pen and granola bar if you're right." Zayn says.

Liam nods and the two shake hands.

Harry watches them, oblivious to the bet just made.

"Niall, did you know that rats laugh when tickled?" Harry asks turning to him.

"Really?" Niall responds.

Harry nods with a smile.

"Let's put that to the test." Louis says a mischievous smile on his face.

—

The elevator is silent as Louis watches Harry.

Harry didn't like being tickled.

He sat facing the corner with his arms crossed, a frown on his face.

Louis sits behind Harry.

"Look H, I'm sorry. It was just a joke." Louis says feeling guilty.

He had tickled Harry until there were tears in his eyes but Harry had been laughing so he didn't know Harry wasn't enjoying it.

Harry huffs in response.