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Larry AU: Tickle Fustrations

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Louis was becoming more frustrated by the minute. He was cuddled into Harry's side, his shirt starting to ride up, as the two watched the "Purge 2", expecting it to be just as funny as its predecessor, but not even coming close.

What Louis was really irritated about, though, was not the funny movie, but the fact that Harry was ignoring his vulnerable tummy, his sensitive vulnerable. What most didn't know was that Louis loved to be tickled and since tickling never seemed to cross his path, his obsession with it only grew stronger each passing day. For some reason, Harry never seemed to take advantage of any situation, even though Louis always left his tickle spots wide open. All Harry had to do was just snake his arm around Louis' waste and poke him once, just once, and Louis would be satisfied, but no, that would be too easy and that would require Harry actually noticing for once.

"Haz," Louis started, forcing himself to flop down in Louis' lap, his wide-open stomach facing the ceiling, begging to be tickled, "this movie's boring. Can we do something else?"

Harry looked down at his boyfriend, nodding in response. The curly-haired lad agreed that the movie was boring, but as usual, Louis' hint flew over his head. Instead, Harry decided to slightly lift up Louis' head, delivering a few small pecks to the cheek, before landing a final one on Louis' soft lips.

"Better?" Harry asked his boyfriend.

Louis just nodded because Harry's kisses were the best, they really were, but that wasn't what he really wanted. Sighing in disappointment, Louis turned back to watch the movie, fiddling with his own shirt, hoping for Harry to take notice.

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Louis scrolled through his phone, unsure of which tickle story to read. The feather-haired lad had already read everything before, but Harry's obliviousness basically forced Louis to live through the life of the ticklee in the stories in order to feel somewhat satisfied. He opened a link, indulging in the story for about the thousandth time, waiting for Harry to come home from grocery shopping.

As the lad finished the story and moved onto another one, an idea occurred to him. If Louis could take some of the ways the ticklees got themselves into situations where they were tickled and apply them to real life, then maybe, Harry would actually tickle him. Louis quickly searched for realistic, but effective ways, in the lists of stories to get Harry to tickle him before he came home.

When Harry did finally come home, Louis already had an idea in his head. He bounded up to Harry, giving him a welcome-home peck on the cheek, which Harry returned lovingly. After Harry had something to drink and Louis asked about his day, Harry sat down on the couch, wanting to just watch TV and relax. Louis eventually made his way over to the couch, sitting on one end and pretending to be interested in whatever Harry was watching.

Eventually, though, Louis pretended to stretch his arms and yawn, swinging his legs onto the couch and propping his bare feet on Harry's lap. Harry knew this was Louis' way of trying to get attention, so all he did was roll his eyes at Louis, before returning to what he was watching.

"Harry, do you mind scratching my foot for me?" Louis asked after waiting a few minutes. "It's itchy."

"You can do it yourself," Harry told his boyfriend, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Please?" Louis whined.

It didn't take much for Harry to grow irritated of Louis' strange demand, since he did have to work an eight hour shift earlier in the day. Sighing tiredly, Harry pushed Louis' feet off his lap and headed to their bedroom, leaving Louis on the couch, pouting and thinking of new ways to get Harry to tickle him.

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Nothing seemed to be working. Louis would constantly steal from the stories, but none were better than the first. He tried pretending to fall asleep on the couch, hoping to look vulnerable and inviting enough for a tickle attack. He tried annoying Harry to no end, hoping to provoke the younger lad and start some tickling. He even tried tickling Harry in hopes to start a tickle fight, but Harry just brushed that off too.

Frustrated, Louis went over to his laptop and opened up a recent video he had purchased. Since the stories were starting to grow old and Harry never tickled him, Louis had to resort to buying a video and watching someone else get tickled and be jealous about it. He had only purchased one and although he had watched it several times, it was still his favorite video in the world. Louis started the video, skipping the introduction where the ticklee introduced themselves, and jumping straight to the part where the cute blonde think was bound and tickled by the sexy tan tickler.

Louis had inserted the chord of his headphones into his laptop, placing the headphones in his ears for maximum effect. He was so mesmerized by the tickling and the laughter and just wanting to be in the blonde's place that he didn't even realize that his front door opened and that Harry had walked in. He didn't notice Harry walk up behind him and watch the video for a few seconds with Louis, until the curly-haired lad decided to put a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Shit!" Louis immediately fumbled with his laptop, trying to quickly pause the video and close the device. "I-I-I, uh, Harry!"

Harry quirked an eyebrow at his spazzy boyfriend. "What were you watching?"

All the blood seemed to drown from Louis' face. He didn't know how to explain himself. Sure, he wanted to be tickled, but he didn't want people, especially Harry, to find out about his little craving.

"Louis?" Harry asked again.

The embarrassment was simply too much for Louis. How exactly was he supposed to explain he enjoyed watching a tickling video? Hurriedly, Louis grabbed his laptop and made his way to their bedroom, shutting the door and locking it. He knew Harry slept in the same room, but Louis didn't care. Harry could sleep on the couch tonight.

Louis was freaking out right now. Did Harry think he was some kind of freak now? What if Harry was weirded out. Louis' mind started traveling a million miles down a slippery slope, his life being ruined in his imagination. Harry would break up with him and tell his friends and family, including Louis'. Louis would forever be isolated from everyone he knew and his family would think of him as a psycho and they would force him to visit some kind of doctor, or worse, make him stay in a mental hospital all because of something he enjoyed.

Louis was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching his room. "Lou?"

When he heard the familiar voice, Louis immediately sat up, fixing himself and wiping the tears that were threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes, not that Harry could see him through the door anyway.

"Do you want to talk about it, Lou?" Harry calmly and cooly asked through the door.

At first, Louis just remained on the bed, just wanting to forget that Harry found out. Eventually, though, he realized that Harry would never really forget, so might as well deal with the problem.

When Louis opened the door, the first thing Harry did was embrace the smaller lad in a hug. After letting Louis cry a little into his shirt and apologizing for acting so abruptly, the two sat on the bed, Harry's arm around Louis' shoulder.

"It was a tickling video," Louis said after a few sniffles.

"I kind of figured," Harry told him. "But why a tickling video?"

"I like tickling," Louis softly admitted to the younger lad, staring at his twiddling fingers, his cheeks turning a bright red. "And I kind of, uh, never mind."

"Tell me," Harry coaxed, grabbing Louis' smaller hand and rubbing small circles on the top.

Louis shook his head. "It's no big deal."

"If it's no big deal, then there should be no problem saying it," Harry countered.

"Well, um, I just really, you know, I just want to be, I don't know, tickled?" Louis stuttered, his answer coming out more like a question.

"Ohhhhhh," Harry let out. "If you wanted to so bad, why didn't you say so?"

"I don't know," Louis said, shrugging in the boy's shoulders. He pushed every attempt to be tickled into the back of his mind.

"I'm your boyfriend, Lou," Harry told the blue-eyed boy, kissing the top of his head. "You can tell me anything."

Louis looked up at Harry, feeling himself tear up again. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course," Harry reassured Louis. "Like, for instance, I want to tickle you now."

Louis' eyes widened at what Harry was saying, but before he could speak, Harry had dropped his hand to Louis' side from his shoulder, pinching at the sensitive flesh, causing Louis to let out an ear-piercing yelp.

"Why have I never tickled you before?" Harry started using his other hand, bring Louis down onto the bed as he started producing the adorable giggles Harry had already grown so fond of.

"I dohohohont knohohow!" Louis giggled, squealing when Harry found an extremely sensitive spot under his armpits.

Harry made sure to force his hands under the t-shirt, roaming Louis' upper-body as he tickled the older lad senseless. One of the spots that Harry enjoyed tickling so much was Louis' back. All he had to do was have his hands roam the smooth flesh and Louis would arch his body in Harry's arms, laughter flowing straight from his mouth.

Louis couldn't believe this was actually happening. He had been trying for several months now to get Harry to tickle him and all he really had to do was ask. Granted, he didn't really ask Harry in this situation and this wasn't exactly how Louis wanted to lead up to the tickling, but no longer having to hide his thing for tickling from Harry was a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. Although he writhed and squealed for mercy in Harry's arms, it was all part of the experience and Louis was enjoying every bit.

By now, Harry had gently set Louis on the bed, tickling as he did. The curly-haired lad decided to give Louis a break. While doing so, however, Harry used the opportunity to straddle Louis' waist, his back facing Louis' face. From experience, Harry's thighs were pretty ticklish, so wondered if Louis' were as well. He began squeezing the flesh through Louis' shorts, kneading his fingers in as much as possible.

The initial shock caused Louis to gasp, having not thought of his thighs being ticklish. He originally though Harry was going to go for his knees, since he knew some people were ticklish there. However, he was soon shrieking with laughter as the fingers drilled into his thighs. Louis tried to move his legs, as if he were creating the lower part of a snow angel from the sheets, but Harry's nimble fingers followed him everywhere.

"You're so ticklish here!" Harry remarked in amazement, relishing in Louis' sweet laughter. "I'm going to have to spend a whole day tickling this spot one day."

Louis didn't know how to respond to that, partially because he felt like Harry was complimenting him on his thighs, which was strange to say the least, and his laughter was so great that coherent words were impossible to form.

After bringing hell to Louis' thighs, Harry slowly came to a halt to just drumming his fingers. He turned over to look at Louis' face. Carefully, Harry used a finger to move away Louis' matted hair from his forehead. "I think you've had enough for one day."

Surprisingly, Louis shook his head, giving himself a second to catch his breath before speaking. "More, please?"

"If I tickle you too much, then you'll get bored of it," Harry told Louis shaking his head. "Sometimes less is more."

However, Louis persisted. As Harry turned around and got up, Louis kicked him with one foot to get his attention, giving the younger lad doe eyes when Harry turned around. "Please?"

Harry rolled his eyes at this, but gave in with a little smile. His eyes searched for a potential tickle spot, until Louis purposely kicked him again when the older boy started growing impatient. Gently, Harry lifted Louis' leg by the slender ankle and ran a finger up the length of the curved sole to test the waters. The way Louis jumped was a good indicator of how bad the spot was, causing a devilish grin to sprout on Harry's face.

Sitting on both ankles, Harry began diddled his fingers lightly around the pinkish soles, eliciting snorts and giggles from Louis’ mouth. The curly-haired boy began tracing along the wrinkles implanted on Louis’ foot, making sure to use his nails that needed trimming best to their effect.

“Hehehehahahahaha!” An expression of mirth spread across Louis’ face, unable to control his laughter anymore.

Harry pulled back his two big toes, stretching his feet taut, allowing his fingers to tickle Louis’ feet without resistance. He made sure to travel around the entire soles, leaving nowhere untouched. When he got to Louis’ small toes, he inserted his fingers in between the spaces, wiggling them around to create an uproar of laughter. He did this for a while, before releasing Louis’ toes and using both hands to go wild on his targets, showing no mercy.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Louis felt like his lungs were going to burst, but at the same time, he felt so happy. Never in a million years did he think he’d be in this position, being tickled by his lovely boyfriend.

Harry eventually slowed down to just methodically rubbing his fingertips around Louis’ feet, listening for his soft laughter and watching the feet wiggle. “Did you have fun, love?”

Louis let himself calm down, before responding. He felt the weight being lifted off of his ankles and the bed shift right next to him, followed by warm arms wrapping around him, which lead up to the peppered kisses on his cheek. “Yeheah.” Even his face was ticklish.

“Just ‘yeah’,” Harry teased, poking at Louis’ side.

“I-It was cool,” Louis responded nonchalantly, acting as if he didn’t just have the best time of his life.

Harry rolled his eyes and snuggled his boyfriend even more. “Whatever.”
I JUST SPENT TEN MINUTES THINKING OF A NAME FOR THIS AND ITS SHITTY
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Fuckkk this is one of my favourite ones you've done just for how relatable it is when you're trying to give someone a hint but they're really fucking dumb ugh I love it