Harry didn’t feel safe. Louis now knew it was he that tickled him everywhere into oblivion. Harry thought there was no way Louis would be able to know, he was crying too much from laughing, plus the fact Harry was wearing a mask.
“Ohhhhhhh Hazzzzaaaaaa” Louis sang “Wheeeerrreeee arrrrtttt thouuuuu.” Louis was teasing him with Niall trailing right behind him with duct tape that Harry would later figure out Niall had. Harry prayed they wouldn’t find him under his bed. Suddenly he saw feet drag across his floor.
“Nini, check his closet and under his bed.” Louis told the excited Irish boy. Harry had no choice but to surrender, praying they’d go easy on him for giving himself up.
“WAIT NO I’M RIGHT HERE.” Harry slid out from under the bed with fear and terror drawn on his face as Louis gave a Cheshire smile.
“Hello there Hazza. Nice of you to turn yourself over. Not that it’s going to help now.” Louis cooed as he walked slowly towards Harry.
“PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME I’M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN.” Harry said trying to get out of Louis grip as Louis pinned him to the bed as Niall taped him.
“Oh, believe us. We know. We’re just making sure you don’t Haz.” Niall said with a wink. Harry knew where they were going to be and tried to prepare himself for what was about to occur.
“So Harry. Why don’t you make it easier on yourself if you tell us all your sweet spots now instead of having us make you tell us.” Louis whispered in the English lad’s ear, his breath tickling Harry’s ear.
“No. Please just don’t tickle me please.” Harry begged.
“Okay then, guess Niall and I can get started with a game of Find.” Louis crooned with a smirk as he placed himself above Harry’s head to be able to get his neck and underarms, 2 out of the 3 of his worst spots. Niall had the 3rd. His bellybutton. Niall started drawing lazy circles on Harry’s sides then digging in, playing one of the worst games Harry could experience. Niall had picked up the technique from when they tickled Zayn. And it was working just as well on Harry’s sensitive body.
“Nihihihihiall pleheheehehease stahahahahap I’m sorhohohohry for tihihihickling you.” Harry said trying to escape the torturous game.
“Nope, I’m having fun.” The Irish boy said digging into Harry’s ribs. Harry’s laughter shot up and octave as Niall dug in and to make matters worse, Louis was making scooping motions in Harry’s underarms, causing Harry to thrash around and try to pull down his arms, not even causing movement.
“LOHOHOHOHOHOHOIUS PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE STOP I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT.” Harry squealed.
“Funny, I said the same thing, and did you stop? No. Am I going to stop? Not anytime soon Haz. Nice try though.” Louis said as he started tracing Harry’s swallow tattoos on his chest and collarbone. Harry’s laughter hit an octave he never thought could be possible.
“NOHOHOHOHOT THERHEHEHEEHEE.” Harry screamed bucking up and down. Causing Niall’s finger to expectantly slip into Harry’s navel causing Harry to shriek and laugh harder than before, making it even harder to get more oxygen.
“I’M GOHOHOHOHOING TO DIHIHIHIHIHIE.” Harry screamed again through his wall-shaking laughter.
“Niall. Start swirling your finger in his bellybutton and make the same movement in his hollow like I was, but with a claw like stature. I’m going in for the “kill”” Louis said as he and Niall both dug their fingers into their designated spots.
“OHOHOHOHOHO MHIHIHHIHHIY GAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHWD I CAHAHA-“ Harry suddenly passed out from the lack of oxygen and his senses being played like never before
“OH MY GOD WE ACTUALLY KILLED HIM.” Niall started freaking out as Louis grabbed his shoulders.
“He’s fine Nini. Just go grab some water for him, oh and a new shirt too.” As Harry’s shirt that he was wearing was now torn from all his thrashing. Niall then scampered off to get the designated items as Harry woke back up and backed away from Louis blocking all his ticklish spots.
“Don’t worry Haz. We’re done with you, c’mere.” Louis told him as he pulled the shaking boy into a hug and told him about how they needed to get Liam back for taking away their iPhones because the kitchen was a mess after a food fight Harry, Louis, Niall and Zayn all had when Liam was away on a date with Dani.
“Got the water and the shirt.” Niall hopped into the room causing Harry’s beautiful honey-smooth laughter to bubble up again but without the tickling as he grabbed the shirt, yanked it over his mess of adorable curls and grabbed the water and chugged it.
“Louis, I’m down for getting Liam if Zayn and Niall are.”
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT short and sweet, just the way I wish I could write! Except then I'm like "I should make a plot..." and then crazy 15 page stories come out haha