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1D Fanfic: Tickle Fetish*

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A/N: This is a sequel. To read the prequel, please scroll to the bottom and click on the link.

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Zayn briskly walked over to the hotel Liam and Louis were currently in, pulling his hoodie over his head to avoid being seen, despite the starless night. He entered the hotel and just nodded at the receptionist, before heading over to the elevator. The sound of Zayn's tapping foot was the only thing that could be heard throughout the room, as he waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor.

As Zayn stepped into the elevator, he started recalling what had just happened a few minutes ago. He could clearly remember the laughing faces of the two babies of the band. The more he thought of their forced laughs and smiles, the more he craved. Unfortunately, both Harry and Niall were out of juice, so Liam and Louis would have to suffice.

With the ding of the elevator, Zayn stepped out and walked to the door of the penthouse. He pulled out the key card he had managed to swipe from Harry and used it to open the door. Lightly, Zayn made his way into the room, doing his best not to make a noise.

"Haz?"

Zayn froze at the sound of Louis' voice. Out of the five of them, Louis was the heaviest sleeper, so Zayn certainly wasn't expecting him to be up.

"Hazza, you there?" Louis mumbled drowsily.

Zayn stood where he was, not daring to move an inch. Luckily for him, he was wearing all black, making it easier to conceal himself in the dark. The Bradford boy secretly prayed that Louis wouldn't catch him in their room. Luckily for Zayn, Louis' snores were soon mixed with Liam's once more.

The raven-haired lad stood at the foot of Liam's bed, contemplating how he would put his plan into action. If he started tickling one, then the other one would surely wake up and foil his plans. There was the possibility that the other one would help him, though, but Zayn wanted them both at his mercy.

Slowly, he lifted Liam out of his bed, bridal style, and set him to the left of Louis on Louis' bed. The older lad shifted in his sleep, but kept on snoring. Carefully, to make it a bit more difficult for them if they ever woke up while he was restraining them, Zayn walked over to the end of the bed and pulled out a roll of duct tape, using it to bind Liam's right ankle with Louis' left. Zayn then went back over to where he dropped off Liam. Reaching over Liam's sleeping body, Zayn bound Liam's right wrist with Louis' left. Now came the hard part.

"Hey, Liam," Zayn whispered while tapping on the younger boy's cheek.

Liam stirred in his sleep, his dreams disturbed. He tried getting up and rubbing his eyes, but the brunette found it unusually difficult to sit up. It was then that Liam realized he was sleeping next to Louis. He could feel himself blushing, the heat of embarrassment getting to his head. Liam's first thought was to get out of the bed, but after trying to swing his leg over the bed, he found this quite difficult. Liam was really puzzled now, and slightly worried.

"Mmmmm what the hell?" Louis mumbled, Liam's movements interrupting his slumber.

Suddenly, the lights came on in the room, causing both the brunettes to try and cover their eyes from the light. It was then that they both realized their situation.

"Good evening, boys," Zayn said, approaching them from the light switches.

"What the hell, Zayn?!" Liam exclaimed at their bandmate standing in front of them. The younger lad started picking at the duct tape restraining his arm.

"Yeah! What's this for?!" Louis yelled in annoyance.

Zayn ignored their questions sat on the bed behind the two of them. Liam didn't really notice and continued to pick at the tape binding his arm with Louis', but Louis kept a wary eye on his younger bandmate. Forcefully, Zayn grabbed Liam's left arm and Louis' right arm, forcing the two of them to be back to back. Liam was caught off guard, but Louis put up a struggle. Still, Zayn was able to wrap another piece of duct tape around their free arms. Now, Liam and Louis' backs were pressed against each other, their arms tied to each other, with Liam's left leg and Louis's right leg tied together. With their other legs free, the two boys together looked like an awkwardly shaped "T".

"Zayn?! The fuck is wrong with you?!" Liam tried his best to sound angry and pissed, but in reality, he was actually really scared.

"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of." To both Liam and Louis, Zayn's voice was eerily calm.

"If there's nothing to fear, then why are we tied up like this?" Louis was almost afraid to ask.

"Well, you see," Zayn started, "I've discovered this new part of me, if that makes any sense. It first started with little Harry, then Niall, and now you guys."

"What are you even talking about?" Louis interrupted.

"Tickling," Zayn simply responded.

Liam and Louis' faces instantly paled. As best mates, they'd occasionally tweak each other's sides, or poke each other during a concert, but they didn't think anyone of them would take it as far as to tying their own mates up.

"Yes, it's actually become my new hobby," Zayn continued. "My little tickle victim has always been Harry, but unlike you two, Niall noticed something different between Harry and I. He tried to protect Harry, but I was able to lure Harry back to me by making our little leprechaun my tickle toy."

"No wonder Harry has been acting so weird lately," Louis interrupted, causing Zayn to throw him a menacing glare.

"Anyway, I was enjoying myself too much to the point where they passed out. I'm hoping you two will last longer than they did."

"How about we just tickle Liam together?" Louis offered, desperately trying to negotiate his way out.

"You ass," Liam muttered. Although he was trying to act pissed, Liam was actually quite scared.

Zayn seemed to notice the two's anxiety. "Don't worry, it's just tickling." With that, Zayn started jabbing Louis in the stomach, causing the older boy to gasp and giggle.

"Nohohohoho! What about Lihahahaham?"

"God damn it, Louis!" Liam yelled in frustration.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten about him," Zayn replied, ignoring Liam's protests. The Bradford boy stopped tickling Louis for a second and sat on the bed next to both of them. Zayn continued to tickle Louis, but he reached over and started tickling Liam's stomach as well.

"Nohohohoho! Stahahahahahap!" Louis begged.

"Ahahahahaha! Gahahahahaha!" Liam's laughter was stronger than Louis', especially when Zayn would get close to his ribs.

For Zayn, he was in heaven. It had only been an hour after he tickled Harry and Niall, but he felt refreshed. To him, the laughter of his two friends were two different instruments, each harmonizing with each other, creating a perfect symphony.

"Ok, boys, time to move onto somewhere else," Zayn announced. "Where to?"

"Ribs!" Louis blurted out. He knew Liam was most ticklish there. Louis, on the other hand, knew he'd be able to take the tickling.

Liam paled at Louis' suggestion. He knew that Louis did that on purpose, but before he could protest, Zayn had already started the attack on his ribs, sending Liam into shrieking fits of laughter.

"Hehehehehehehe. Ahahahahaha!" Louis lightly giggled at Zayn's tickle attack.

"SHIHIHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!" Unlike Louis, Liam was sent into full-blown laughter, drowning out any sound Louis made.

"Yes, laugh for me," Zayn demanded. The raven started laughing along with them, enjoying himself. Even Zayn was starting to think that he himself was going a bit crazy.

"ZAHAHAHAHAHAYN! STAHAHAHAHAP!" Liam could feel Zayn's fingers running up and down his torso, tormenting his ribs.

"Nope, I want you to laugh for me, Payne," Zayn said, not sure if Liam could hear him. Hell, Zayn couldn't even hear Louis over Liam.

The tickling went on for a few minutes, driving Liam up the wall. Eventually, Zayn stopped, due to wheezing and coughing from Liam. Louis could hear Liam weakly panting and shaking, something he's never seen Daddy Direction do, despite the fact he couldn't actually see Liam from the way he was sitting.

"Ok, that's enough of a break," Zayn said suddenly, noticing Liam's breathing had gone back to normal. He started poking both boys' sides, making them both lightly giggle.

"Zayn, plehehehease stahahahap!" Louis giggled.

"Ahahahahahaha gahahahaha!" Liam found it pointless in begging, so all he did was just giggle and sit there.

"Hmm, actually I'll give Liam a break, since he had to endure the torture you put him through, Louis," Zayn commented, stopping for the two boys.

"I didn't do anything, though!" Louis protested.

"You chose his worst spot," Zayn reasoned. "And now, I think it's time for yours."

Liam smirked as he heard Louis' protests. He could felt Zayn sit on the ankle that was tied to Louis', causing the older lad to throw a fit. "An eye for an eye, Lou," Liam said.

"Technically, a rib for a foot," Zayn pointed out. "You're only getting a short break, though, Li, so don't think you're safe yet."

"I never got a short break!" Louis whined.

"Yeah, but I could care less." With that, Zayn pulled back the toes on Louis' foot and started taking his nails down the older boy's sole.

Louis' eyes bugged out at the sudden contact. He was unable to control himself as he was sent into horrible fits of laughter, high-pitched squeals escaping from his mouth.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!"

Liam could feel his buddy next to him shaking with uncontrollable laughter. Although Liam didn't like the situation they were in, a small grin spread across his face, happy that Louis got what he deserved.

Suddenly, Liam yelped. Zayn had moved his other hand across Liam's foot, causing giggles to escape from Daddy Direction.

"I noticed you smiling," Zayn said to Liam, still tickling Louis. "It seems like you're eager to be tickled again."

Liam shook his head, but it was too late. Zayn used the hand that was holding back Louis' toes and used it to tickle Liam's foot, while using his other hand on Louis' sole. Much like before, high-pitched heavy laughter was mixed with light giggles, but this time, Louis was drowning out Liam with hysterical laughter.

"Ehehehehe, Zayn stop!" Liam giggled, wiggling his toes as much as much as possible in reaction to the tickling.

Liam's toes caught Zayn's attention, causing him to stop. He got up and headed over to the suitcases, rummaging through them, hoping to find something of possible use. Since none of the boys were carrying what he needed, Zayn grabbed a case of floss and his comb from Louis' bag and brought it over to Louis and Liam. The two had been trying to escape, but were unsuccessful.

"I brought presents!" Zayn said with a grin, showing off his pearly whites.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what the comb was for, but Liam had no idea why Zayn had floss in his hand. "What's the floss for?"

Zayn unraveled a large piece of the floss and tore it off. "You'll see," he told Liam. The raven-haired boy walked over to the other boys' feet and tightly wrapped the floss around the big toe of Liam's left foot. He then ripped off another piece and did the same for the big toe of Louis' right foot.

"What's this supposed to do?" Louis asked, slowly wiggling the toe that had the floss.

Zayn didn't comment, but decided to show his two friends. He tied the other two ends of the floss together and pulled it back with one hand, causing the two big toes to suddenly stretch back, making the two boys yelp with surprise.

"This will be my first trick," Zayn told Liam and Louis. He placed the comb horizontally against their feet and started sliding it across the soles.

Louis started howling with laughter, yet again, drowning out Liam's heavy giggles. What both boys noticed, though, was that they were unable to wiggle their toes and crease their feet, making the tickling that much more unbearable, or at least to Louis, thanks to the floss Zayn was using to hold their big toes back.

"Nice try, boys," Zayn said as he felt the floss quiver and twitch, watching as Liam and Louis desperately tried to wiggle their toes.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAIR!"Louis threw his head back in laughter, which caused himself to hit the back of Liam's head, causing the younger lad to moan a bit in pain.

"Ehh, I make the rules," Zayn said, sliding the comb all over the pair of feet in front of him.

After a few minutes, Zayn got bored. He wanted to see if he could take it up a notch, so he went over to his bag again, giving Liam an Louis a break, and grabbing the bottle of lotion he brought along.

Louis had been recovering from his last ordeal, when he felt something cool being spread around his foot, causing his eyes to shoot open.

"Zayn, no more, please," Liam begged, feeling his foot slightly tingle at the solution being spread along his sole. "You've had your fun, now let us go."

"No, Liam, I really haven't," Zayn said truthfully. "Honestly, I enjoy this more than you think. Quick pokes and jabs weren't enough, so this is nicer for me than you think it is." With that, Zayn grabbed at the floss, stretching the boys' feet taut, and poised the comb, ready to attack.

Louis squeezed his eyes shut and jarred his mouth, bracing for the impending torture. Liam, on the other hand, just breathed calmly, knowing he wasn't that ticklish on his feet, so he could handle this. However, the solution made the impact much worse than Liam thought it would because as soon as the comb swiped across his sole, the brunette burst out into hysterical laughter. Louis was worse off, skipping full-blown laughter and going into silent laughter.

Zayn was grinning to himself, listening to the musical laughter of his friends. He could do this all day, if his friends had an unlimited amount of stamina.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Liam howled with laughter.

Zayn noticed that the floss tied around Louis' toe stopped quivering. He turned around to see that Louis had passed out after only about a minute the extreme tickling. Liam was still conscious, laughing his head off. With Louis passed out, Zayn focused his attention on Liam, using the comb on his foot and reaching back to tickle his ribs.

Liam laughed and laughed. He too was sent into silent laughter, much like what happened to Louis. He too knew that he would soon pass out like Louis, so he sat there, being subjected to the endless tickle torture.

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Harry awoke from his slumber, not sure where he was. It was still a bit dark outside, meaning the others were still asleep. He was about to get up from the bed, until his hand bumped into something, or someone, next to him in the bed. The curly-haired boy quickly hit the lamp switch to see Niall curled up in the bed next to him. Several questions were running through Harry's head like why was Niall in the same bed as him when he was suppose to be sharing a room with Liam and Louis and what had happened last night. Harry didn't really want to remember if he thought it was what he thought it was.

"Hey, Ni," Harry whispered into his friend's ear.

The blonde shifted his position slightly, but didn't wake up. Harry sighed and quickly squeezed Niall's side, causing the older boy to immediately sit up.

"What was that for?" Niall whined, rubbing his red-rimmed blue eyes.

Before Harry could start asking questions, Niall pounced on him and started attacking the brunette's sides. Harry started giggling, but fought back and started tickling the blonde as well. The two began having a playful tickle fight, letting their giggles ring throughout the room.

Suddenly, the two heard the door trying to be opened, followed by cursing from a familiar voice. Harry instantly recognized Zayn's voice and immediately remembered the tickling Zayn had him through only a few hours before. The curly-haired boy looked at Niall. Based on the fear on Niall's face, Harry guessed the blonde remembered the tickling too.

"What do we do?" Niall's voice cracked with fear.

Harry thought for a second. Zayn certainly deserved a taste of his own medicine. The green-eyed boy put a finger to his lips, indicating for the older boy to stay quiet. Niall nodded, watching as Harry leaped over luggage and ran to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open.

Niall heard the lock click, indicating that Zayn had found the key. The minute the door opened, Niall ducked his head behind the bed, waiting for whatever was to come. Silently, the blonde prayed to whatever heavenly being there was to not let Zayn find him. Thankfully, his prayers were answered. Soon enough, Niall heard several grunts and various objects being clattered around the floor. The blonde slowly got up and walked around the bed to see Harry straddling Zayn, the younger boy pinning the older lad's hands over his head.

"What are you doing?!" Zayn asked in surprise.

"What were you doing?!" Harry was borderline screaming, even though he didn't mean to.

"I was just going to check up on you guys!" Zayn reasoned.

"Why? So you could tie us up and tickle the shit out of us for your own personal pleasure again?" The bitterness laced in Harry's voice actually stung a bit.

Zayn just gave Harry a blank look, refusing to answer his bandmate. The two just stared at each other, both waiting for each other to say something

"Alright, Niall, sit on his arms," Harry commanded, breaking the silence. Harry noticed that Niall was reluctant, but did so anyway.

"Harry, why can't we just let this all go?" Niall suddenly asked. "I'm sure Zayn is sorry. Right, Zayn?"

Zayn just stared at the two of them, refusing to give them a response.

"I don't really care," Harry said, not waiting for Zayn to speak. "The faster we get this over with, the faster we can move on." With that, Harry dug into Zayn's stomach, causing the older boy to start laughing.

Once again, Niall looked reluctant to do anything, but started scribbling his fingers all over Zayn's pits. Unlike Harry, Niall didn't feel any better by getting revenge, but he didn't really know what to do.

Unknown to Harry and Niall, Zayn was actually enjoying himself. Not only did he enjoy dishing out tickle attacks, but he enjoyed receiving them as well. He thought it was weird, but it certainly wasn't harming him. If he told them, though, they would certainly stop.

"Ahahaha this is nohohohothing," Zayn giggled lightly, much to the two's surprise.

"Guess we'll have to take it up a notch," Harry stated, lifting up raven's shirt and blowing a raspberry into the bellybutton.

Zayn instantly shrieked at the sudden attack, bucking as much as he could. He screamed a second time when Harry released a second raspberry.

Niall kept on scribbling away at Zayn's armpits, but only doing enough to keep Zayn giggling. The blonde's movements paled in comparison to Harry's, but he did not think fighting fire with fire was the best thing to do. Obviously, Harry would just ignore him.

"You're an ass, Sthihihihihyles!" Zayn taunted after the fourth raspberry.

Harry moved down to Zayn's legs, sitting on top of them in front of his knees. "Well, you're gonna hate me even more." The green-eyed boy got up just a bit to roll up the leg of Zayn's jeans to reveal his knee.

"Youhuhuhu wouldn't."

"Watch me." With that, Harry spidered his fingers all over the older boy's kneecap, causing high-pitched shrills to ring throughout the hotel room.

"OH GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!" Zayn howled with laughter, his eyes starting to rim themselves with red.

Niall had moved onto Zayn's ribs, since Harry had moved somewhere else. Right now, though, he desperately wanted to block out Zayn's banshee-like screams.

By now, Harry had revealed Zayn's other kneecap and was now doing light touches against it, bringing hell on Zayn. "How does it feel to be on the other end?"

Harry wasn't actually going to receive a response, since Zayn was in tears, unable to form words.

"Uh... I think we should quit," Niall muttered at the sight of the tears, getting off of his arms.

Harry slid his fingers around Zayn's kneecaps one more time before stopping. He let the older lad catch his breath, helping him up after he did so.

"You okay?" the curly-haired boy asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Zayn panted. "Look, I'm sorry I tickled you both earlier. Also, sorry for letting it get out of control with you, Haz."

"It's alright," Harry sighed reassuringly, pulling Zayn into a hug. He motioned for Niall to join them, which the blonde happily did.

"Now," Zayn started, releasing himself from the hug, "let's see if Liam and Louis have woken up from my last session with them."

Niall just sighed, letting Harry slap Zayn on the arm. The three went to the elevator and headed over to the other hotel.

In the back of Zayn's mind he knew that he wouldn't let this be the last time he tickled them.

Prequel: rigamiwalts.deviantart.com/art…

Sequel: rigamiwalts.deviantart.com/art…


Request for :icongraciaperezosa:

 

Uh, so this took a lot longer than it should have. I lost motivation like halfway through the fanfic. Also, Zayn was going to be tickled more, but I was already delaying this too much.

 

Enjoy!

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Excellent sequel! 👏👏👏