One Direction Preferences

#37 He Finds Your Ticklish Spot

Harry: 

Harry just loves your thighs. You two were watching a movie then Harry decides to put his hand on your thigh. You tense for a moment, but then realize he's not going to tickle you. A few minutes later, Harry decides to move his hand up a bit. You bit your lip, and smiled. Then, Harry's hand slides up a bit farther. You stifled in a giggle. Harry looked at you raising an eyebrow. He shrugged it off and started watching the movie again. His hand slid up a bit farther. You giggled. Harry's mouth formed a little o then he started tickling you. 

"Well, looks like I found someone's ticklish spot," Harry laughed. 

"T-Technically I-I'm ticklish everywhere," you laughed. 

"Is that so? Anything else you wanna tell me?" You nodded.

"You're a butt head," sticking your tongue out at him. 

"I've done found your ticklish spot so you might wanna take it back." You smirked.

"Never in your dreams." Harry rolled his eyes.

Liam: (His P.O.V.) 

I rested my hand on (Y/N)'s knee. 

"(Y/N), hey, what's wrong?" Harry asked as (Y/N) shook her head. 

"Oh, n-nothing," she said faking a smile. 

"You sure? Cause when Liam put his hand on your knee you wigged out for a minute," Harry said. 

"Yes, I'm fine Harry." Then, Harry took his phone out, and sent a text to someone. I answered my phone, and saw a text from Harry. 

I wanna see something... squeeze (Y/N)'s knee. I know it's mean, but I just wanna see if she's ticklish.

I nodded at Harry, and squeezed (Y/N)'s knee only causing her to kick Harry right in his nose. Harry yelped, covering his nose. 

"Karma's a bitch, ain't she Styles?" (Y/N) laughed. 

"Yeah... she is," Harry muttered under his breath, going into the kitchen. 

"That's what you get, Styles!" (Y/N) yelled.

Louis: 

"Are you ticklish, (Y/N)?" Louis wondered. 

"Nope," you lied. 

Let's see then. 

He tickled your feet, but no response there. Your sides? Nope. Stomach? Still a no. He slides his hand up under your arms. You flinched a bit, and moved away from him. He smiled. 

"Someone is ticklish." Your eyes widen. You tried to get up, but he pinned you down, tickling the shit outta you. 

"L-Louis, p-please, stop!" you giggled. 

"Why?" he asked, "I love your laugh," he smiled. 

"S-Seriously, q-quit!" you giggled, again. 

"Not until you say 'I love you'," he smiled. 

"What if I don't?" you teased. 

"Yeah, you do, or you wouldn't have said yes," he smiled. 

"Fine! I love you! Now, quit!" you giggled. He stopped tickling you. 

"And I love you too, Mrs. Tomlinson," he smiled.

Niall: 

You just got your period today, and you were very moody. 

"Hey, Princess. How was school?" Niall asked. 

"Fine," you grumbled. 

"Aw, what happened?" Niall asked. 

"Nothing bad," you mumbled. "Then, what's wrong?" he wondered. 

"I hate being a girl. That's what's wrong," you groaned. 

"Aw, come here," he said as he lunged for you, tickling the shit outta you. 

"Ni, stop!" you laughed. 

"Felling better?" he asked hopefully. You nodded, and put your head on his lap. 

"Love you," you mumbled, falling asleep. 

"Love you more," Niall smiled, kissing your forehead.

Zayn:

 You were laying down on the couch, asleep, with your feet propped up on his legs. Then, an idea came to Zayn's mind. Zayn slowly, and gently ran his fingers on the bottom of your foot. You stir a bit, but don't wake up. After you settled, he tickle your feet again. 

"Zaynie, quit," you mumbled. After you settled again, he put his phone down, wrapped an arm around your ankle, tightly, and tickle your foot. You squirm around, trying to free yourself. "Z, please quit," you said, giggling. Then, he stopped, and went back to his phone.