LiLo: Tables Turned

"GAH!" Liam came storming out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked over at his four laughing bandmates, glaring at each one of them.

"Who threw the cold water balloon?!" Liam asked the four of them.

Liam really didn't look like he was in the mood for jokes, so the other four tried stifling their laughter, not wanting to tell him. Eventually, Louis, being the traitor he is, pointed at Niall before running away.

"Lou!" Niall yelled at the fleeing boy. "Why would you do that?!" The blonde turned back to see an even angrier Liam.

Liam started running towards the Irish boy, making sure his towel never fell below a certain point. However, the blonde was faster than Liam, avoiding his grasping arms.

"I'm gonna get you back, Ni!" Liam threatened, watching as the smaller boy fled.

"Daddy Direction pulling a prank?" Zayn asked with surprised voice. He and Harry had been watching the short chase. "I bet you wouldn't."

"I can too!" Liam fired back.

"I really can't see you pulling one," Harry commented.

"What makes you say that?!" Liam asked frustratingly.

"You've never pranked us before," Zayn said. "It's unlike you, I guess."

"Well, I will, just wait," Liam said to the two of them. "Now, time to find where that little leprechaun is hiding."

The two boys watched as Liam stalked off to another room. They looked at each other and shrugged, walking away in different directions.

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Harry stumbled into the kitchen, hungry after his afternoon nap. He saw Liam sitting at the table, drinking some tea. The curly-haired boy went over and took out some bread and the jar of peanut butter.

"So, did you get Niall back?" Harry asked, spreading the peanut butter over the slice of bread.

"Yeah," Liam casually replied.

Harry turned his head in surprise. "Wait, you actually pranked him?"

Liam shook his head. "Nah, just tickled the shit out of him, the usual."

"Hah, see I knew you couldn't do it," Harry remarked as he started cutting up a banana. He put the pieces of the fruit over the slice of bread and started spreading another slice with peanut butter.

"Whatever," Liam mumbled. "Just watch your back because one day I just actually might and you could be my first victim, Styles."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully and started making tea for himself. Liam started putting his dishes in the sink, when something caught his eye. Without attracting Harry's attention, Liam walked over and grabbed the jar of peanut butter. Quietly, Liam stepped out of the kitchen, allowing Harry to enjoy his lunch in peace.

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"Alright, I'm heading out!" Louis called from the front door, eager for his date with Eleanor. He slipped on one TOM, before quickly withdrawing his foot from the shoe. His toes were covered in a brown sticky substance, probably peanut butter. He slowly slid his fingers into his other TOM, confirming his assumption of more peanut butter.

Frustrated, the Doncaster lad hopped on one foot over to the sink in the kitchen. He wet a paper towel and started to clean his foot of the peanut butter, when he saw Harry munching on his sandwich. The curly-haired boy wasn't really paying attention, just happily nibbling on his food. The peanut butter smeared all over his face didn't really bother him, but it sure caught Louis' attention.

"Watcha eating there, Hazza?" Louis asked the younger boy.

"Just a sandwich," Harry simply replied lazily, enjoying the warmth of the sun coming through the window.


"What kind of sandwich?" Louis started walking towards his friend.

Harry suddenly became aware of Louis' looming figure, causing him to freak out a bit. "Err... It has bananas, honey, and peanut butter. Why?"

"Well, guess who found peanut butter in their TOMs?"

Harry could already guess who Louis was talking about, but he was confused. "Who'd put peanut butter in your shoes?"

"Who happens to be eating peanut butter right now?"

Harry had to think about it for a second before he knew what Louis was talking about. The younger boy was about to tell Louis it wasn't him and that the peanut butter jar just disappeared earlier, but Louis had already started his tickle attack on the younger boy, kneading Harry's sides.

"Nohohohoho! I didn't do ihihihit!" Harry tried convincing through his giggles.

"Yeah, okay, nice try, Styles. Just say you're sorry and I'll stop." Louis used one hand to keep his hold on Harry, while using the other to jab him in the ribs.

"But it wahahahasant mehehehe!"

"Who else would it be?" Louis moved the hand he was tickling Harry with over to the younger lad's stomach.

"Juhuhuhust stahahahahap!" Harry begged.

The Doncaster boy stopped to let Harry talk. "Alright, you get a few seconds."

Harry quickly panted for breath. "I-It was probably Liam. He was the only one here in the kitchen with me and after he left, I was gonna put the peanut butter, but the jar was gone. Plus, he said he was gonna prank one of us."

Suddenly, all of it clicked to Louis. He let go of Harry and scratched his head awkwardly. "Err, sorry about tickling you."

Before Harry could say anything, Louis' phone went off. He looked at his phone and was immediately reminded of his date with Eleanor. He simply gave Harry a cheeky grin, causing the green-eyed boy to flip his friend off.

As Louis was putting a different pair of TOMs on, he saw Niall walking by, his blue eyes rimmed with red. "Ni, what happened?"

"Liam tickled me for throwing the cold water balloon while he was in the shower," Niall responded. "I took a nap afterwards, though, so it was all good."

Louis chuckled at his blonde friend. "Well, I'll get him back for you later."

Niall's blue eyes sparkled. "Really?"

"Haha, yeah, after my date with Eleanor." Louis jumped up after putting on his last shoe, before heading out the door.

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Liam breathed a sigh of relaxation. Every night, he'd sneak out and go for an evening walk. Since he left so late, most people were in bed, easing his chances of being mobbed by fans. Too make things better for the brunette, it had drizzled a few hours ago, leaving a fresh scent of rain in the air for Liam to enjoy.

After several minutes of walking, the brunette found himself standing in front of an unoccupied playground. He stood there for some time, enjoying the peace and quiet that he lacked ever since becoming a tween idol. He silently listened to the crickets chirping, the only sound that could be heard.

After taking in his surroundings, Liam jogged over to the swings. Despite recently turning twenty and being considered the responsible one of the group, Liam was still very much a kid at heart. He happily hopped on the swing and started moving his legs back and forth to gain momentum. Liam was having so much fun that he didn't notice the crickets stop chirping. He didn't notice the sound of footsteps behind him. He didn't notice a certain feather-haired boy approaching him from behind with a white bag. Totally caught by surprise, Liam felt himself being pushed off the swing and into the ground. He felt some sort of object placed against the back of his head, probably a gun.

"Get up," Louis said from behind Liam, pitching his voice a few octaves lower to make it sound deeper than it actually was.

Liam did exactly as he was told, putting his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. Louis put the white bag over the younger lad's head, blocking him out from anything he could see. The blue-eyed boy guided Liam over to one of the legs of the swing set, having Liam's back against the leg.

"Sit down," Louis spoke in his deep voice, chuckling in his head at how funny he thought he sounded. "Don't you dare make a sound."

Liam did as he was told and sat down agains the leg of the swing set. He felt his arms being tied behind his back around the pole. The blinded brunette just kept his cool, hoping that one of the other boys would notice his absence.

Soon enough, the bag was torn off Liam's head, allowing the chocolate-eyed boy to see his captor. At first, Liam's mouth hung open for a few seconds before his whole face contorted into a glare.

"Louis?!" Liam almost yelled.

"Hi Liam!" Louis replied with a big grin.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Louis put on a thinking expression before responding. "You'll find out!"

Liam just rolled his eyes. "Ok, where'd you get the gun?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Louis pulled out a water gun and showed it off to his younger friend. The blue-eyed lad was pretty sure Liam would have started to beat the shit out of him if he wasn't tied up.

"Ok, you had your fun, so let me go!" Liam demanded frustratingly.

"No can do, my friend," Louis responded simply. "You see, I found peanut butter in my favorite pair of TOMs earlier. You might be wondering how I know you're the culprit. Well, I don't really have any solid evidence, but you did say you were gonna pull a prank on one of us!"

Liam's eyes widened at Louis' claim. "Haha, sorry about that Louis."

Louis just shook his head. "Silly Liam, don't you already know apologies won't cut it? I mean, you already seem to know, since you tickled Niall earlier."

Suddenly, all the anger was soon sapped out of Liam's body and replaced with fear. "It was my first time pulling a prank! You guys have done it a bunch of times!"

"Nope! You're not exempt, just like everyone else!" With that, Louis bent down next to Liam's legs and pinched his one of his knees.

"Erp!" Liam's leg jerked at the sudden pressure.

"Has anyone done the egg-cracking method on you?" Louis suddenly asked.

Liam just shook his head, too afraid of what Louis had in store. The older lad moved Liam's shorts up a bit to reveal his knee. He then demonstrated by placing his fingertips on Liam's kneecap, clumped together, and then slowly moving them outwards along Liam's knee.

Liam gasped at the sudden tingles, before releasing light giggles. "Hehehe stahahahap."

"Oh, but it's only beginning, my friend," Louis said with a smirk. Before Liam could say anything, Louis dug into his friend's sides.

Liam started releasing steady giggles, unable to control himself. Usually, it was Daddy Direction as the tickler, not the ticklee. He wasn't used to laughing in a situation like this. If he did, it was usually at one of the other boys' face as he got them back for pulling pranks. Now, though, the tables had been turned, creating an unfamiliar feeling in the depths of Liam's mind.

"Gahahahaha stahahahahap!"

"But you're laughing, which means you're obviously enjoying this," Louis snickered, moving over to his younger friend's stomach.

Liam's laughter steadily increased, growing louder every second. "I'm gahahahahahana kihihihihil lyou!"

"Can't kill me if you can't see me!" With that, Louis grabbed the end of Liam's shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his buff upper body.

"Louis!" Liam yelled with frustration.

"How can someone so fit be so ticklish?" Louis asked as he poked at Liam's six-pack, causing the other boy to flinch.

"You're pretty ticklish youhohohohorsehehehelf!" Liam laughed as he felt Louis' fingers tracing over his abs.

Louis stopped tickling Liam and folded his arms in front of him, even though Liam couldn't see him. "I am not!"

"Yeah you are! Remember that one time when I got you and you screamed like aHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Louis had blown a quick raspberry into Liam's navel, creating an immediate response. "Never speak of that again!"

"But remember how ahahahahahaha! Okay! I'll stahahahahap!" Louis' fingers had invaded Liam's sides again.

Louis suddenly stopped, allowing Liam to breathe a bit. Normally, Louis would have brushed it off in an instance, but an idea popped into his head. He let the little insect crawl onto his finger and held it up to the moonlight, just to see what it was. A small ladybug sat atop his finger, the moonlight giving its red coating a dazzling sparkle.

"Are... are we done here?" Liam asked hopefully. Soon enough, the brunette burst out into laughter, the feeling of something tickling the inside of his naval.

"Not quite," Louis replied. "Meet my new friend, Mr. Red... Black... Spots... Thing... Okay, it's a ladybug."

"FUCK YOUHUHUHUHU!" Liam belted out, moving his upper body around, trying his best to dislodge the ladybug from his bellybutton.

"That wasn't very nice," Louis commented, reaching behind him to squeeze Liam's knee again.

Liam instantly squealed, totally surprised by the sudden sensation on his knee. What was real torture, though, was the tiny critter crawling around in his bellybutton. The ladybug drove Liam up the wall.

"MAKE IT STAHAHAHAP!" Liam begged.

"Okay, okay, give mea second," Louis responded. He stuck his finger into Liam's navel, causing even more laughter, and dug out the ladybug.

"Th-Thank you," Liam panted. "You've had your fun. Now, let me go."

"Nope, not yet," Louis stated. "Still haven't tried one spot!" With that, Louis started scribbling his fingers along Liam's ribs.

Liam immediately broke out into hysterical laughter, unable to control himself. Louis' fingers were extremely nimble along his bare skin.

"STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Liam's struggling had increased, but it was futile.

"Oh, we should use a piano in the next song we come up with," Louis suggested out of the blue, or so it seemed, until he started dancing his fingers on Liam's ribs like a piano.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHNT!"

"Hm," Louis thought to himself as he kept his fingers on Liam's ribs, "gotta start doing finger exercises then." Louis started running his fingers at lightning speed all over Liam's most ticklish spot.

Liam was sent into silent laughter, unable to bear the ticklish sensations rushing to his head. Luckily for him, Mother Nature was on his side. The rain clouds from before had returned, covering the area with a light drizzle. Louis, fearful of getting him and his friend sick, quickly untied Liam and fixed his shirt.

"Hurry up! Louis demanded. "I don't want to catch a cold!"

"That's not the only you should be worried about," Liam said as he stood up. He received a confused look from Louis before the older boy had figured out what Liam meant. The younger lad sprinted after Louis, hungry for revenge, as the two headed home.

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Zayn jumped up as the door was swung open. He had been watching late night TV and didn't expect the other boys to be out.

"Save me!" Louis yelled, Liam hot on his heels. Unfortunately for the Doncaster lad, he slipped because of the raindrops on his shoes, allowing Liam to scoop him up and carry him away.

Zayn just gave the two a very baffled glance, before going back to watching TV. The raven-haired boy did his best to block out the girlish screams of laughter coming from Liam's room.