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-Zayn fought off a yawn. It was three minutes after midnight, and only he was tired. Liam rubbing his back didn’t exactly make it any easier to stay awake, but Zayn didn’t have the courage to tell them that he was tired; they’d tease him about it. Unfortunately for him, he was falling asleep rather obviously, and Louis took notice. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy, huh?” Zayn nodded, stretching for a moment, and then resettled, head lolled to the side. Niall rested his hand on Zayn’s shoulder and rubbed his neck softly. A tingle shot through the raven-haired lad, and he jerked his head to the side with a giggle.
“You are ticklish,” Liam said, still rubbing his back. He strayed closer to Zayn’s side, and made him squirm away, giggling softly.
“L-Lou sahahaid n-nohoho t-tihihicklihihing!” A smile spread across Louis’ lips.
“I said tonight, and it’s after midnight, making it the next night. Carry on lads.”
“N-nohohoho,” Zayn giggled, squirming away from the touches. “Ihihit feheheheels weheheheheird!” Harry chuckled, and Louis nodded.
“It does. Like something’s crawling on you.” Zayn nodded, and was suddenly upside down, upper body hanging off of the sofa, ribs jutting out from the angle of his back. He was secured, hanging just off the ground, and his shirt fell over his head. Harry grabbed his wrists and secured them against the ground, using his free hand to tickle his underarms.
“Stahahahahahahahahap ihihihihit!” Liam smirked and ran his nails against the bottom of his ribs, sending Zayn into a loud stream of giggles. Niall smirked and poked one of his protruding hips. Zayn squeaked and jerked up, as though he was attempting a curl up.
“Sweet spot,” Niall cooed, trailing his waist. Zayn giggled uncontrollably and squirmed from side to side, only dragging Niall’s touches to his hips. He leaned down and blew a raspberry on Zayn’s waist, making the tan boy shriek. Louis grinned and took one of his legs in his lap, running his nails up and down the lad’s thigh. Another squeak escaped his lips, and Zayn clamped his legs together.
“Worst spot here, huh?” Zayn nodded, giggling, except he quickly realized this wasn’t true once Louis’ fingers moved underneath his kneecap. “Oh, maybe it’s here,” he murmured, keeping his leg straight. Zayn couldn’t tell if the sensitivity on his waist and thighs was worse than the torturous feeling on his hips and knees, as both were driving him absolutely mad. Not to mention Liam had swirled a finger into his bellybutton, which made him go insane, jerking about.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Louis, not wanting Zayn to go through what he just had, switched to a feather light touch on the backs of his knees. Zayn’s eyes bulged at the feeling, and fell into silent laughter, barely able to get enough air into his lungs.
“Is he okay,” Niall asked worriedly. He hadn’t seen this happen before.
“He’s fine,” Harry assured him, fingers speeding over the poor lad’s armpits. He was wrong, however, and suddenly Zayn stopped responding, body going limp. Niall jumped back with a shriek, and Louis started to panic.
“Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod what the hell did we just do?! Shit shit no, this is not happening, this is not happening!” Harry reached out and gripped his shoulder, holding him steady.
“It’s okay.” Liam readjusted Zayn into a sitting position and held him up. “The blood rushed to his head, and he didn’t get enough oxygen. He’s going to be fine, okay?”
“Okay.” Louis’ voice was a mere whisper, and Niall looked ready to faint himself.
“Did we…” he paled, “Is he going to be okay?”
“He’ll be fine, give him a moment,” Liam said, relieved when Zayn moved in his arms. “You okay?” His eyes opened slowly, starting to process what was going on.
“M’fine.” His eyes widened as memory of the last half hour flooded back. He squirmed out of Liam’s grip, eyes wide and scared. “Don’t do that again.”
“It’s okay, you’re fine,” Harry promised him. Zayn shuddered and turned to Louis nervously.
“Thank god our sisters didn’t try that with us.” Louis nodded, and smirks appeared on Liam and Harry’s faces.
“So now that you know what it’s like, are you going to stop tickling us every second you get?” In response, Louis, Niall, and Zayn pounced on them, and uncontrollable laughter filled the flat.
“You are ticklish,” Liam said, still rubbing his back. He strayed closer to Zayn’s side, and made him squirm away, giggling softly.
“L-Lou sahahaid n-nohoho t-tihihicklihihing!” A smile spread across Louis’ lips.
“I said tonight, and it’s after midnight, making it the next night. Carry on lads.”
“N-nohohoho,” Zayn giggled, squirming away from the touches. “Ihihit feheheheels weheheheheird!” Harry chuckled, and Louis nodded.
“It does. Like something’s crawling on you.” Zayn nodded, and was suddenly upside down, upper body hanging off of the sofa, ribs jutting out from the angle of his back. He was secured, hanging just off the ground, and his shirt fell over his head. Harry grabbed his wrists and secured them against the ground, using his free hand to tickle his underarms.
“Stahahahahahahahahap ihihihihit!” Liam smirked and ran his nails against the bottom of his ribs, sending Zayn into a loud stream of giggles. Niall smirked and poked one of his protruding hips. Zayn squeaked and jerked up, as though he was attempting a curl up.
“Sweet spot,” Niall cooed, trailing his waist. Zayn giggled uncontrollably and squirmed from side to side, only dragging Niall’s touches to his hips. He leaned down and blew a raspberry on Zayn’s waist, making the tan boy shriek. Louis grinned and took one of his legs in his lap, running his nails up and down the lad’s thigh. Another squeak escaped his lips, and Zayn clamped his legs together.
“Worst spot here, huh?” Zayn nodded, giggling, except he quickly realized this wasn’t true once Louis’ fingers moved underneath his kneecap. “Oh, maybe it’s here,” he murmured, keeping his leg straight. Zayn couldn’t tell if the sensitivity on his waist and thighs was worse than the torturous feeling on his hips and knees, as both were driving him absolutely mad. Not to mention Liam had swirled a finger into his bellybutton, which made him go insane, jerking about.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Louis, not wanting Zayn to go through what he just had, switched to a feather light touch on the backs of his knees. Zayn’s eyes bulged at the feeling, and fell into silent laughter, barely able to get enough air into his lungs.
“Is he okay,” Niall asked worriedly. He hadn’t seen this happen before.
“He’s fine,” Harry assured him, fingers speeding over the poor lad’s armpits. He was wrong, however, and suddenly Zayn stopped responding, body going limp. Niall jumped back with a shriek, and Louis started to panic.
“Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod what the hell did we just do?! Shit shit no, this is not happening, this is not happening!” Harry reached out and gripped his shoulder, holding him steady.
“It’s okay.” Liam readjusted Zayn into a sitting position and held him up. “The blood rushed to his head, and he didn’t get enough oxygen. He’s going to be fine, okay?”
“Okay.” Louis’ voice was a mere whisper, and Niall looked ready to faint himself.
“Did we…” he paled, “Is he going to be okay?”
“He’ll be fine, give him a moment,” Liam said, relieved when Zayn moved in his arms. “You okay?” His eyes opened slowly, starting to process what was going on.
“M’fine.” His eyes widened as memory of the last half hour flooded back. He squirmed out of Liam’s grip, eyes wide and scared. “Don’t do that again.”
“It’s okay, you’re fine,” Harry promised him. Zayn shuddered and turned to Louis nervously.
“Thank god our sisters didn’t try that with us.” Louis nodded, and smirks appeared on Liam and Harry’s faces.
“So now that you know what it’s like, are you going to stop tickling us every second you get?” In response, Louis, Niall, and Zayn pounced on them, and uncontrollable laughter filled the flat.
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