Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty Seven

"Harry stop!" I gasped.

My head was tilted back and I was gasping for breath. My lips were pulled into a wide smile as I laughed hysterically. Harry was hovering over me on the living room floor next to an open magazine turned to a picture of us. His hands ran up and down my sides, tickling me until he got me to say what he wanted me to say.

"Say it!" He smiled wickedly down at me. His hands were relentless and showed no mercy, despite the one tear that ran down my face from laughing so hard.

"Never!" I tried flipping him over and swatting his hands away but the constant laughing and trying to recoil got in the way.

"The torture stops when you say it!"

His fingers never stopped, enjoying every moment of me being under his hand. One major flaw of mine was that I was extremely ticklish so Harry was right when he said that this was complete and utter torture.

"Fine!" I shouted. "Fine. I'll say it." Harry paused and waited. I sighed. "You are the sexiest man to have ever walked the face of the Earth."

The front door opened and closed followed behind two pairs of footsteps. Harry still didn't move. He was beaming down at me as he continued to straddle my waist.

His face scrunched cutely. "Now was that so hard to admit?" He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. I stuck my tongue out at him and pushed him off of me. He landed with a thud to my side where we stayed for a couple of seconds, smiling to ourselves.

"What are you guys doing?" Louis walked in holding Eleanor's hand. They were both dressed up from a romantic evening date. He held up his hand when Harry opened his mouth to explain. "You know what, I don't want to know."

Eleanor giggled and winked at me. Then she pointed to the magazine picture of Harry and I walking out of the fair hand in hand. Harry finally got busted when we got off the ferris wheel and a minute later we were bombarded with paparazzi. "You two are everywhere now. Twitter, Instagram, tabloids...yet know one knows your name. It's really cool actually."

"My mystery woman," Harry smirked and sat up, resting his back against the couch. I stayed lying on the ground. He rubbed the surface of my thigh gently.

Louis groaned and his face scrunched up. "Ew, don't say that."

"You never thought of making any social media accounts?" Eleanor asked. "Not even Facebook?"

I shook my head and pursed my lips. "Nah. It's not for me. The best I can do with my computer is check emails and stay up all night watching funny youtube videos." I glanced between my brother and his girlfriend. They were dressed extra fancy. Louis was in a nice suit, and Eleanor was in a gold dress and heels. Her hair was curled and her makeup was professionally done. "Why do you guys look so extravagant?"

Eleanor smiled sadly. "Well since the boys leave for their promotion interviews next week and I have to travel to France for the next three days, Louis took me on our goodbye date tonight." She glanced over at her beau sweetly. "He always does something extra special."

I snapped back up into sitting position and my eyes grew wide. "You guys leave next week?" Harry bit his lip and Louis looked like he didn't know what to do since he was the only one that understood my predicament. "Shit, that came so fast. Where's your first stop?" I was supposed to find these sons of bitches before they left for tour! Now I have to find out its going to be next week?

"Here in Manchester," Harry said. "Then we'll travel around more of the U.K and other parts of Europe."

I ran a finger through my hair stressfully. "Wow..."