Zayn watches Harry and Liam wrestle around on the floor, and smiles. It seemed as if Liam was trying to stop Harry from doing something with his hands, which caught him off guard. Soon, Harry was eventually able to straddle Liam and pinned his arms over his head. Zayn continued to watch and saw Liam squirming and giggling when Harry started tickling him.
"Tickle tickle Liam", he taunted, tickling his ribs. Liam was losing it and burst of laughter. Zayn got really curious. He had no idea what was going on. "HARRY PLEHEHEHEHESE!", he laughed. Harry smiles and gets off of him. "What were you doing Harry?", Zayn asks. "Doing what?", he replies. "I don't know....the thing that was making Liam laugh", he says. Harry looks at him in surprise, same as Liam.
"I was tickling him", Harry says standing up. "Tickling? What is tickling?", Zayn asks still confused. Harry nearly gasps. "You have no idea what tickling is?", he asks. Zayn shakes his head. Harry and Liam look at each other in disbelief. Zayn shrugs. "What?", he asks. "So let me get this straight, you don't know if you're ticklish or not?", Liam asks. "Nope", he says.
Harry and Liam look at each other again, this time smiling. "Do you want us to show you what tickling is?", Harry asks. Zayn nods and Liam walks to the steps with Harry following him. "We can show you in the bedroom", Liam says starting to walk up. Zayn nods again and follows them upstairs. Once they get in their bedroom, Harry shuts the door.
"It's best to lay down when you're tickled", Harry says. Zayn lays on the bed and gets relaxed. Harry comes over to sit on his waist. Then, Zayn can feel his arms being pulled up over his head and tied to the bed poles. "Is this what you're supposed to do?", he asks. "Well no, but it's optional", Harry says watching as Liam ties his right wrist. "Ok, are you ready Zayn?", Liam asks sitting on the bed. "Yes, Just one question, why am I tied down and sat on?", he asks. "Just for the fun of it", Harry replies.
Zayn nods. "Alright, let's see if you're ticklish Zayn", Harry says before gently scribbling over his stomach. He immediately giggles and tries to flinch away from Harry's hands, realizing that he can't. He figured out that he's ticklish, but didn't want to admitt it. Mainly because it could be used as a weakness. Harry then begins to squeeze his sides. Zayn keeps his mouth shut. "I can see it in your eyes Zayn, come on laugh", he teases.
Zayn shakes his head and closes his eyes, struggling to keep a straight face. This was because Harrys hands went faster by the minute. Harry watches his face as he tickles him more and more and starts to smile when he sees him smile. "Tickle yet Zayn?", he asks. Zayn shakes his head. Liam helps and goes for his neck. Zayn holds in his laughter for a few more seconds before letting it out. "Hehehe stohohop" he laughs.
"What's the matter?", Liam asks going down to his thighs. Zayn breaks. "I'M NOT TICKLISH HAHAHAHA!", he shouts. "Are you sure?", Harry asks. "YEHEHEHEHES HAHAHAHAHA!", Harry then tickles his stomach again.
"HARRY STOHOHOHOHOP!", he laughs. "Looks like you're very ticklish, I barely did anything so far", he teases, going to his armpits.
Zayn bucks and laughs louder. "I'm so confused, wahahahahahat's hahahahahahapenihihihing?", he asks. "You're being tickled Zayn", Harry chuckles. "But I CAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!", he shouts.
"Well that's too bad, this proves that you're super ticklish", he taunts. "HARRY I'M BEGGING YOU PLEHEHEHEHESE, IT'S DRIVING ME INSAHAHAHNE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", he laughs. It was torture.
Harry gets off of him and let's Liam hop on. He looks down at Zayn as he pants for air. "What does it feel like Zayn?", he asks already knowing the answer. "It.....feels like my body gets bolts of tingles everywhere", he says still panting. "Only, it's unbearable", he adds. "Ya I know, tickling is weird isn't it?", he says blowing a wet raspberry. "LIAHAHAHAHAHAM WHAHAHAHT IS THAHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!". "That is called a raspberry and since you're laughing, I guess I should blow more", he says.
"No please", he says still trying to catch his breath. But Liam blows again anyway, not stopping for the world. Zayn goes into silent laughter while bucking, kicking and pulling at his arms. Liam smiles and looks at him. "Plehehehehese it tickles so much", he pleads. "I'm sorry Zayn, but it's so much fun", Liam says running his hand in place on his ribs. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", he screams.
"Wow, he's ticklish alright", Harry says sitting on his legs. "GUYHUHUHUYS PLEHEHASE I CAN'T BREATHE HAHAHAHAHA!". They stop and give him a break. "So what do you think Zayn?", Harry asks. "I don't like it", he says still laughing. "Aww, why not?", he asks gently taking off his shoe. "Oh God no, please Harry", he says. "What Zayn?", he asks still slipping it off. "I already know that it's gonna make me go even more insane because I have sensitive feet", he says. Harry slips it all the way off along with the other, with his socks still remaining on.
"Maybe we should test it", Liam says. Zayn desparately shakes his head, but Harry was already scribbling away. Zayn started to laugh uncontrollably and rocked and swayed and kicked and the fact that Liam started counting his ribs, made it 20x worse. "Who has a ticklish foot", Harry taunts moving his hand up and down on it. "Let's see how many ribs you have", Liam says placing his fingers between the first two ribs, rubbing them up and down. "JESUS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD ST-AHAHAHAHAHA!", he yells.
Liam continues, going down each rib tickling each one, blowing more raspberries every now and then. Harry was enjoying torturing his feet. Zayn felt like he was going to die of laughter. After about 3 more minutes of tickle torture, they stopped and looked at him. His face was cherry red, with sweat all over, including his heavy breathing with his eyes closed.
Liam gets off of him and unties his wrists. Harry keeps his shoes off, but gets off of his legs. Then the two boys sit on either side of him and he still breathes heavily. "Say it.....", Harry says smiling. "Alright....I'm ticklish", Zayn replies after catching his breath.
Now, basically he has to do whatever his band mates want, or else....you know :)
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