That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Six - The Flashbacks Hurt The Most.

IN THE PAST.

It'd been a long day.

"Harry Edward Styles, stop it. I'm really not in the mood." I said sternly to my curly headed friend who decided to prance around my apartment in nothing but his kitty boxers, my pink fluffy slippers and an old beanie that he had.  I'd just got fired from my job and I thought i'd come home to relax but Harry obviously had a different idea.

"Tayla, I won't stop until I see you smile!"

He was dancing now, shaking his butt and lurking closer and closer to me. I buried my head into the white embroidered pillow that was sitting neatly atop of my couch. I was giggling on the inside, hard. I just didn't want to admit defeat.

"Oh, come on. I can see you smiling!"

At this point i was biting my lip, trying to barricade the laughs that were soon to explode from the pit of my stomach, i think i was even starting to draw blood. Harry jumped on top of me, saddling me and then flipping me over and pinning my hands back onto the soft orange fabric of my old worn out couch. 

"Don't try to hide it from me, babe."

I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to shove him off, but he's just too strong.

"So, i guess we're going to have to do this the hard way." He laughed.

He wrestled me. Then the tickles started. 

Awe shit.

I'm so ticklish, it's ridiculous. He knew the exact spot which would make my laugh and kick like there was no tomorrow. On the side of my neck, just under my collar bone. He stopped now and was eying that spot.

"Harry, no! Don't even think about it, Styles" I pleaded.

A cheeky smile crept up onto his face and his deep dimples showed. He'd pinned my hands back down onto the couch and i was shifting and struggling from under him but he didn't budge. Without warning he plunged into the soft crevice on my neck and tickled me endlessly. I was kicking and screaming and laughing. I thought i was going to pee my pants. 

"H-Harry, stop H-Harry!" I managed to say in between breaths and laughing.

After a good 5 minutes of trying to wrestle him off of me. He gave in. 

"You're such a twat Haz." I half whisper, half laugh.

"Maybe." He smiles. Leaning down and planting a soft kiss on the tip of my cold, red nose. "But i'm your twat."