Zayn:
You smile into Zayn's lips, feeling the kiss deepening. You love when Zayn comes home from long holidays, because he's so anxious to be with you. He lays you down on the bed, putting his hand on your cheek and pulling you in as close as possible. Your shirt rides up, exposing your skin. Zayn's fingers brush past your waist, making you giggle without warning.
"What was that?" he smiles, pulling away and looking down at you.
"It was nothing." you smile nervously, trying to pull him back into the kiss. But by the time you reply, he's already brushing his fingers back over your waist, watching you curl into him with a squeak. You try to hold in your laugh as he start to squeeze your hip, but it's no use, and you start to laugh loudly.
"Zayn, p-please stop!" you laugh harder, trying to reach down and grab his hand. But he's too fast, and he grabs both of your wrists with his free hand and holds them up above your head. Your eyes widen as he gives you a quick kiss on your forehead and smirks at you.
"Wait, no-" your cut off by his hand digging into your side, causing your to scream out. Your eyes are squeezed shut, and you can hear him start to laugh at your reaction. You're pulling at his grip, but he's too strong, and you don't make any progress in getting free.
"Please, stop!" you manage to spit out as he slows down his tickling, laughing too hard to keep a hold on you. When he finally lets go, you push him off of you, sitting up and walking across the room, hands folded across your chest.
"Babe, come on!" he laughs, getting up and walking towards you. You ignore him as he wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your temple continuously, trying to make you talk.
"No way, I'm mad at you." you turn around to face him, putting an angry face on, pretending to be extremely mad. But he gives you a puppy dog face and you can't help but laugh and roll your eyes at how cute he is.
"Okay okay, I won't be mad." You smile and lean in, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Yay!" he smiles, picking you up and carrying you back to the bed.
"On one condition." you smirk at him, pushing him down onto the bed and climbing on him, straddling his waist. His eyes grow wide as he realizes what you mean, and he lets out a nervous laugh.
"No!" he laughs as you dig your hands into his waist, watching him squirm.
"No more tickling me." you smirk, continuing to tickle him for another few minutes, before finally giving into his plees.
