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you're ticklish

Harry:  Harry lightly drags his long fingers or the backs of your knees, you flip them quickly away with a smile. His cheeky smirk reappears as he disappears under the sheet to find your knee again, holding it still with one hand while the other begins to stroke it again. "Stop!" You say, laughing and squirming away, he keeps a grip on your leg as he begins to full on tickle you, bringing you to hysterics. "Babe! Are you ticklish there?" He says surfacing from the sheets, baring his dimples with a huge smile. "Yes!!" You shriek, his laugh rumbles through the room, having found a new thing to use to keep you at his mercy.  

Liam:  You giggle into your hands as Liam's fingers grasp onto your hip while the two of you stand in the hotel lobby awaiting your room key. "What're you laughing at?" Liam asks with a bit of laughter himself as he kisses your forehead. "..Nothing.." You say shaking your head and stifling your laughter. He looks out to the crowd of fans standing just outside the hotel doors and squeezes his grip back into your hip forcing you to internally scream when as he grasps harder. His eyebrows raise as you turn away from his grip on you. "Liam, stop! That tickles!" You warn him and his eyes immediately light up. "Really?" He asks as he grips down onto your soft spot again, "Yes!" You squeal as you violently shove his arm down and off of you. "Now don't use it against me!" You whined. His mouth pressed into a mischievous grin as he creeped his hand back towards you. "Liam..promise me." You got suddenly serious. "I don't make promises." He smirks. 

Louis:  Louis stands at the edge of the bed with a suggestive smirk plastered across that ornery face of his just leaving you in suspense. Suddenly he grabs your ankles, dragging you back down the bed towards him but not without a struggle. You grasp tightly on the sheets thrashing on your way down. Your laughter muffled by the mattress as you attempt to escape his hold on you. "I've got you now!" He exclaims, laughing as he tugs on you harder. Your grip was weak and useless compared to his strength. In his attempt to pull you closer his fingertips accidentally brushed over the inside of your foot making you scream involuntarily causing you both to immediately freeze. His mouth slowly spread into a smile as his eyebrows rose. His expression looked incredibly proud that he'd just discovered one of your few weaknesses. Suddenly his grip on your ankle became painfully tighter as he continued to brush his fingertips over the sole. "Lou Stop! Stop!!" You yell, crawling back up the bed to push his hand away with your other foot. "Goddammit!" You squeal as he starts overpowering you and pulling you back down. He gives up as you start to kick and your hands start to fumble with his worriedly as he begins crawling overtop of you. His weight heavily flops down on top of you as he moves his lips to your neck. 

Niall:  As soon as Niall realizes you're ticklish he's all over it, every chance he gets he's jabbing his fingers into you sides, neck and armpits, always catching you off-guard making you melt into a laughing puddle, screaming for him to stop. He loves it, he thinks it's hilarious to see you flopping around scream-laughing and begging for mercy. It's basically the only time he has control over you seeing as how you hold the power in your relationship. He makes sure to stop before causing you any harm though because he knows how destructive you can get when you're thrashing around the room like a fool. He picks your limp body up in his arms and kisses away your last few giggles.  

Zayn:  In the midst of a make out session Zayn was resting on one of his forearms as he moved his wet lips down to your neck and dragged his free hand down your naked side making you shift and laugh underneath him. He paused..and then repeated his action. "Stop." You whine and grab his hands to entwine yours and his fingers together. "No wait.." He says, detaching his fingers from yours. "Are you ticklish?" He smirked, looking into your eyes as if he could see you were lying. "No." You insisted, making him raise an eyebrow as he continually ran his hands over your sides making you roll underneath him with your head thrown back. "Zayn! Zayn please! Stop!! St-op!!" He immediately stops and brings a finger over your mouth to shush you. His lips lowered back to yours, you pulled away, slightly winded from your previous struggle.