One Direction: The Question

"Okay, this is the last question is from @Maryloves1d- Are any of you guys ticklish? If so, have you ever had a war to see who was the toughest?" Liam pulled back, nervous. He looked at Louis, who should have had a mischievous glint in his eyes, getting a question that could expose a weakness and lead to a prank. Instead, he saw terror, which was almost as bad. "Weird question. Well, if you were at the concert, or saw it on YouTube, I wet myself from being tickled when I was younger, but no one has tried in a while, so I don't know."


"Yeah, it's in a bunch of magazines that I am 'very ticklish'," Harry volunteered. "So I must be if it's in a mag."

"I said on Mega Mind that I was," Niall said. "Under the arms and I think I still am."

"I don't know," Zayn mumbled, shrugging. "I might be. It's been," he counted on his fingers. "At least a decade. Maybe fifteen years." He honestly didn't know. Zayn's memories of being tickled ended when he was about four.

"I am." Liam opened his eyes wide, hearing the certainty in Louis' voice. "I know I am. And I hate it."

"So," Liam summed up for the camera. "Yes we all are, but we've never tried to have a war. We use it to our advantage sometimes, but that's it. That's all for this week, see you next."

"BYE!" They shouted, Louis tossing Kevin at the camera. (KEVIN!)

Posting it on YouTube, Zayn pushed his chair back. "That was one weird question," Harry muttered. The other lads nodded in agreement. "Want to try it?" Eight eyes looked at him, silently asking him if he was insane. "Well its true- one of us has to be the toughest." Zayn shrugged and Louis went to get a timer, so he was on board. Niall grabbed five straws, cut them at different lengths, and put them in a box. Liam reached in first, then Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Harry.

"Okay," Liam mused. "That's Niall, Harry, me, Louis, then Zayn. Everyone in boxers." Harry pulled off his shirt and pants with no hesitation, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and then Louis following. Niall sat down on the floor. Harry took his arms and sat on his wrists, Liam straddled him, and Zayn and Louis sat, back to back, Louis facing his feet, Zayn facing his knees.

"This sucks," Niall groaned.

"Alright, let's see here." Harry tried his neck, getting small giggles, before dropping his hands to Niall's underarms. A shrill shriek came from Niall's lips, much to their amusement. Liam's hands went to his ribs, then down his sides to Niall's stomach, making him giggle all the way. Zayn trailed his thighs down to the back of Niall's knees, where he was rewarded with a solid jerk. Louis ran the length of Niall's foot with his fingertips, getting a solid laugh all the way up.

Reaching for the timer, Louis counted down. "Ready, set, start." Niall's neck, sides, thighs, and feet were trailed upon, as the boys each looked for sweet spots. Niall was whimpering as they started to pick up speed, sending him into giggles, then laughs, then almost hysterics. Louis had his ankles held down so there wasn't much room for jerking, which was a shame because he was really good. Niall could feel short nails under the balls of his feet, scratching lightly, which would have been horrid just on their own. Zayn was trailing down Niall's legs, putting pressure here and there, until the backs of Niall's knees came in contact with his hands. Harry smiled a bit as his hands dropped to the top of Niall's ribs, resulting in a squeak from the boy. Looking up, Niall saw Harry upside down and even with his eyes full of tears, Harry still saw Niall pleading with him not to go up. Shaking his head, Harry went up, agonizing second by agonizing centimeter until he was almost unknowingly at Niall's sweet spot. Suddenly, Niall made the loudest, highest pitched, fangirling-over-tickets-to-see-One-Direction-live screech he ever made in his life, as all four boys found their sweet spots. Zayn smiled, going faster at the back of Niall's knees, Louis sped up as well, going on the bottom of Niall's heel. Liam had a hand in Niall's navel and the other running from side to side across Niall's lower belly. But there needed to be death blow, so Liam did the unthinkable; he leaned over for a raspberry.

"Nohohohho," Niall begged, seeing him lean over. Liam kept going down, moving his hand out of Niall's navel and onto his hips. "No, no, no, no, no, no." Lips came in contact with skin, the other boys still strong at the sweet spots. Then, Niall erupted. "NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAH MERCY!" Louis pressed the timer and left the number on the screen, for it to be reset by Niall. Liam smiled, after blowing the longest raspberry of his life, and it paid off. Niall sat up, panting and ran into the bathroom to pee.

"That was fun." The others smiled, except for Harry.

"Not when you get tortured Zayn." Niall came out, ready for revenge. Harry lay down and the boys took the same positions, with Niall on Harry's hands. He did what Harry had done to him, starting with Harry's neck then dropping to his underarms, making Harry gasp. Liam grazed his navel, sides, and stomach, getting a huge reaction when he went back up to Harry's ribs. Zayn went for the back of his knee with on hand, inner thigh with the other, getting a loud giggle. Louis paused.

"Okay, if I remember correctly, your sweet spot is," Harry stifled a laugh when Louis went over it, but Louis had heard. "Right here."  A sharp pinch made Harry shriek. "Ha. Okay Niall, you set the timer."

"All right, my time was 1:48. Harry, try to beat that time and then some. Ready, set, GO!" Instantly, Harry was reduced to a squirming, giggling mess. Zayn scribbled lightly at the back of his knees, Louis trailed around the spot just below his toes, hitting Harry's sweet spot occasionally. Liam attacked his sides while Niall went for his neck, but soon began taking the top of his ribs while Liam took the bottom. Harry gasped through his laughter, which had never been louder, and squeezed his eyes shut, but was shunned by Niall.

"Haz, when you can't see, it makes it WORSE!" His eyes shot open, just in the nick of too late as Niall's hands went to his underarms. Laughter erupted from him, even louder this time, and he bucked and struggled as much as he could, but it was no use. Louis was putting pressure on his spot, Zayn was trailing at a maddeningly fast pace, and Liam had a finger in his navel and the other hand was working on his ribs.

"HAHAHAHAHAH, S-S-TAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Not the right words Harry," Louis shunned, putting more pressure on Harry's soft spot, causing a huge shriek.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH M-M-HAHAHAHAHA-MERCY!" Niall stopped the timer, the boys removed themselves, and Harry curled up into a ball, rocking a bit until he could breathe steadily again. "Okay. I'm gonna follow Niall's example. Switch up the order for Liam. Surprise me." He darted off into the bathroom.

"Damn it," Niall muttered, showing the time. "2:47. He beat me. I'm taking this out on you." Liam smiled and lay down, Niall straddling him. Zayn took his underarms, and Louis sat facing Liam, waiting for Harry to take feet. Harry came out and took the timer, taking his place at Louis' back. Zayn wasted no time in putting his hands at Liam's neck. No reaction. Down to his underarms. Damn, that was one loud giggle. Niall brushed against Liam's ribs, getting a small laugh that grew louder as he reached Liam's sides. Liam struggled a bit when Louis trailed down his thighs, but squealed as a sharp squeeze above his knee activated a pressure point. A rather evil one, he might add. Harry went under his toes, down his sole, and back up to his arch, which was the worst.

"Cool. My time was 2:47, longer than Niall's. Ready, Get Set, Torture!" The loudest giggle erupted from Liam's mouth. Too many things were going on but he kept his eyes on Niall. No matter how fast Louis did his legs, how bad Harry was on his toes, or how horrid the sensation was on his underarms, he kept his attention on Niall. The Irish lad had an evil look in his eye. His attention was brought back to Zayn upon feeling something on the soft part of his arm. A faint itching sensation on his left arm suddenly made him squirm.

Z-Z-Zahahahayn, I ha-ha-hahahave,"

"An itch on your arm?" Zayn asked. Liam nodded, still laughing. "That's my hand idiot. It makes everything worse; it's an added sensation. Watch out for Niall. I see fruit in your future." Liam started laughing harder as Zayn's free hand went under his arm. He started noticing Niall, as best he could through tear filled eyes, was leaning down. Fruit- of course, he thought in terror, shit, I can't do raspberries. He felt lips on his stomach, heard Niall through his laughter, which was now in complete hysteria, take a deep breath, and blow.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHO HAHAHAHAHAHA, NO NIHIHIHIHIHALL STAHAP!" Niall smiled, shaking his head, and leaned down again. Somehow, he managed to nibble on the skin my Liam's bellybutton while blowing the raspberry, making him shake harder. Meanwhile, Louis was attacking the pressure point above Liam's knee. Seeing it for the first time, made Liam nervous that all Louis had to do was squeeze for the most horrible sensation. The itching on his arm stopped and he almost sighed until the hand went into his other hollow. Finally, Harry found a soft spot on his foot, but only got to use it for a few seconds until Liam broke. He couldn't handle all the feelings at once.  "MERCY! MERCY MERCY MERCEHEHEHE!" Harry stopped the timer.

Louis sighed in despair, and lay down by Liam. They took the same positions on him. "I hate this. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this," Louis kept murmuring under his breath. "Can't hear you," Zayn said, stroking the underside of his arm. It turned out Louis did really hate tickling- he bucked at the slightest touch. Zayn smiled and scratched at his ribs, getting a loud giggle. Niall's finger tips brushed his hips, making Louis buck side to side. Louis felt Liam's nail scratching down his leg and squeaked. Harry's nail moved in small circles at his heel, and Louis cracked a smile, knowing his spot was safe. For now. "Oh god, this is going to suck ass." He murmured.

"All right," Liam said, grinning at Louis' reaction to his hips being squeezed by Niall (squeaking loudly). "My time was 3:21. Ready Lou?" He shook his head no. "Good. Three, two, one, go." Louis immediately scrunched his neck into his shoulders. In response, Zayn pulled his head back, and went at it, trailing his nail under Louis' chin down to his collar bone. Niall traced the line above Louis' boxers, making him laugh loudly. Liam squeezed Louis' knee, getting the reaction he was hoping for- a violent thrashing. Harry found a sweet spot almost immediately just below Louis' toes, which clenched tightly.

"Nope, bad Boo Bear, bad," Harry shunned while wrenching them open again. Louis was hysterical within seconds. Liam turned around to see what he was doing.

"Do his right foot- it's more ticklish. Just trust me." Harry nodded and Louis started laughing more. Zayn went to under his arms and the laughter in the room got higher pitched. Niall was tracing taunting circles around Louis' belly button. Liam shivered, knowing Niall's tactic for raspberries. Louis was in trouble; not to mention that he was already in absolute hysterics and somehow went more insane as Niall went into his navel. Leaning over, Niall put his lips on Louis' bellybutton, kept tickling Louis' ribs, and blew the raspberry, sending him over the edge as Liam gave a particularly sharp squeeze to his knee.

"MERCY! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHVE UHUHUHHUHUP! STAHAHAHP IHIHIHIHIT!" Liam rolled off, satisfied he had gotten revenge. Louis ran off into the bathroom. Zayn lay down on the ground without breaking a sweat. The boys kept their positions on him.

"How are you not nervous," Niall asked. "It's pure torture."

"Easy." Zayn looked up with a smirk. "I figured that since I haven't been tickled in a while, I'll be immune."

"Doubt it," Louis called, walking back in and taking his place on Zayn's wrists

"Are you kidding me? No way was that only 2:57. That was like a decade! Ugh, whatever." Louis reached down for Zayn's neck and got an enormous jerk away when his fingers brushed against Zayn's skin. Reaching for Zayn's underarms, he got the same reaction. Niall looked in shock, as every light touch sent Zayn jerking to get free. He was worse than Louis.

"I hate to say this Zayn," Liam said. "But I think you're more ticklish than any of us. Than all of us combined." He looked in terror.

"Don't be sad Z," Harry called, pinching his toe getting a yelp.

"All right. This will be the best one yet. Get ready, get set, torture!" Louis cried out, pulling Zayn's head back so he got access to his neck. A feather light touch to his neck, sides, legs, and knees got Zayn whimpering like a puppy. Niall traced the line above his boxers and Zayn got chills as a giggle broke the silence. Suddenly, the slow, soft raking of nails all over his body shattered whatever self control Zayn had. Hysteria filled the room as it spilled out of his mouth. Louis tapped his underarms, drumming out the beat to One Thing, which was torture.

"Stahahahahahap thahahahaht Lou." He choked out.

"What, the drumming?" Zayn shook his head yes. "Right, okay. I'll do this instead." Running his hands down Zayn's arms, pausing at spot on the soft part of Zayn's arms, he reached Zayn's hollows, and sped up to an inhumanly fast pace. Zayn screamed in ticklish agony and went into that weird silent laughter. He was shaking insanely fast. Eyes squeezed shut, the tickling stopped. Zayn didn't open his eyes for fear they would continue. It didn't matter, because the tickling came back and his blindness magnified the feeling. Niall was busy blowing raspberries, Liam traced the insides of Zayn's thighs, and Harry scribbled over his soles. It was complete sensory overload. Zayn was determined to keep it up, so he didn't say mercy, for fear of coming so far and losing it all. Liam's hands suddenly strayed a little too close to the bottom of his boxers, making Zayn scream.

"Oh, sorry Z. can't touch the fabric," Liam said, rolling Zayn's boxers up a bit and continuing to speed up his fingers in the softer skin. Harry had turned at the shriek and smiled, seeing Zayn at a loss for all words but one. He now had a personal goal- to make Zayn go even more insane. He found a spot in between Zayn's toes and attacked like no tomorrow. The laughter in the room got even louder, and louder still as Niall put two fingers at Zayn's waist on both sides and pressed in, activating another pressure point that did him in.

"MERCY! MERCY!" The boys dislodged themselves from a red-faced Zayn, who was panting heavily.

"Hey, look at this!" We turned to Harry who was pointing to the timer. "He stuck it out for 5:39! Bradford Boi wins!"

"Wait, vas happnin'?" Zayn muttered, confused. All of them laughed, but only a bit. It physically hurt to laugh.

"You won Zayn. Even though you were definitely the most ticklish of all of us, you won." He smiled and Louis ran over to something on the table.

"And it is official." He announced in his Mega Mind announcer voice. "Zayn Malik has just become the toughest of One Direction. And that, ladies and gentleman, is Vas Happnin'."

"You got that on camera," Harry asked. Louis nodded, plugging it into the computer. The boys looked on in shock, seeing how they reacted. Niall was giggling the whole time, Harry was spazing out, Liam was pleading, Louis was squirming, and Zayn did all four at top speed. "Wow Z, now I know how to win any wrestling match," Harry said, squeezing Zayn's side. Zayn jerked back and growled at Harry, diving straight in for his sides. "SHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHO STAAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT ZAHAHAHAHAHAYN!"

Paul had overheard the boys laughing upstairs and was getting a bit annoyed at how loud they were. Climbing the flight of stairs, he slipped a key into the door, and wasn't at all prepared for the sight that awaited him. "Guys, what the hell is so bloody fu- Okay then, never mind," he said, closing the door and rolling his eyes.

"Did you see his face ahahaha," Niall laughed.

"Oh god, we're screwed up people," Liam muttered. Louis smiled.

"No shit Sherlock."