Lirry: Birthday Present

“So Niall,” Liam started as he drank his tea, “What do you plan to do for your birthday?”

Niall bit into his cupcake and thought about Liam’s question. “Well, all I really want to do is spend time with you guys, so maybe we can all go to Nando’s tomorrow. My treat!”

The older boy smiled at his friend’s excitement. Liam, Harry, and Niall were currently at Casse-Croute, a cute little bakery and café, discussing Niall’s big day tomorrow. Little did the blond know, Liam didn’t plan on going to Nando’s. Instead, a surprise party was in tow. Liam always wanted to do something exciting for his band mates and a few months ago, the blond had mentioned how he had never had a surprise party before. This, of course, gave Liam the idea of throwing a surprise birthday party for Niall and he made sure to make the other boys swear they wouldn’t say anything about it to the Irishman.

“Well, that’s certainly sweet of you, Niall,” Liam said with a smile.

“Wanna know what else is sweet?” Harry asked, causing the two older boys to turn to him. “A cupcake!”

With that, Harry shoved his cupcake into Niall’s face. The blond tried avoiding the pastry, but ended up falling backwards in his chair. He hit the floor with a grunt, but quickly stood up. Harry started laughing at the sight of his friend’s face. Niall quickly wiped the frosting from his nose and eyes and glared at his friend. Suddenly, Niall grabbed his half-eaten cupcake from the table and chucked it at Harry. The curly-haired boy was faster than that, though, and he ducked out of the way of the flying treat and ran out the door.

“YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, STYLES!” Niall yelled at the top of his lungs, sprinting towards his friend.

As Niall chased after his friend, he accidentally knocked over their table with his hip. Soon enough, Liam’s tea was all over the floor. The brunette just sighed as cleaned up his and his friends’ mess, ignoring the burning glares from the employees.

About twenty-four hours later, Liam found himself making a cake in Niall’s flat. Liam had sent Zayn to spend the day with Niall. After the two left, Louis used his lock-picking skills to enter the Irishman’s flat. With the help of Louis and Harry, Liam was going to decorate the boring flat into something appropriate for a party. He looked over at the clock to see that he had at least five hours left to finish the cake before Zayn and Niall came back. He didn’t even know why he was the one baking when Harry used to work at a bakery.

“I still think we should have gotten blue balloons,” Louis called from the front door. “It matches the colors of his furniture better.”

“For God’s sake, Louis,” Liam replied from the kitchen, “He’s Irish, so green balloons would be better.”

“You and your ugly color coordination,” Louis scoffed as he started placing the green balloons around the flat.

Liam simply rolled his eyes at his sassy friend. He started mixing the batter when he saw Harry just sitting on the couch. The curly-haired boy was smiling as he texted on his phone. The older boy sighed loudly, hoping to get the green-eyed boys attention, but it was futile.

“Harry, dear, mind helping?” Liam asked in sickly sweet tone.

Harry looked up from what he was doing on his phone. “Hm, oh yeah. Just one second.” The boy averted his attention back to his phone, biting his lip to try and hide an obvious grin.

“Just hurry up and clean the room,” Liam said from the kitchen. He started pouring the batter into a tray, making sure as much as the creamy substance hit its mark.

The rest of the day went on as usual. Louis decorated the flat with streamers and balloons. The oldest member of the band thought it’d be a nice touch to draw their faces on the balloons, despite his terrible artistic skills. Harry started cleaning the living area, picking up all the trash and soda cans Niall left around, occasionally checking his phone. Liam had put the cake batter in the oven to let it bake. After it was ready, he started decorating the cake with frosting. Even though his artistry wasn’t any better than Louis’, Liam felt proud of the four-leaf clovers he spread across the cake. By the time Liam was done, there was about an hour left before Niall and Zayn would be back. Louis had left to go pick up their order from Nando’s for the five of them to enjoy during the party. Harry was currently wrapping his present for Niall. He was planning to give Niall a new pair of Supras.

“Shit,” Liam said as he realized he forgot to get Niall his present.

“No present?” Harry replied with a smirk. “Great friend you are,” the younger boy said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Liam was about to shoot an insult back when he received a text from Zayn. The brunette looked at the text with a very confused look on his face.

Zayn: check ur twitter

Liam did as the text told him to and opened his twitter account. What he saw made his eye twitch in fury and rage.

Harry Styles: Nobody_Horan Hey, surprise party for you later! Shhhhh, don’t tell Liam (;

The older boy was more than just royally pissed. He had made all the boys swear not to tell the blond and Harry just thought it’d be funny to mess with him. Unfortunately, it was far from funny. Liam had worked hard to make sure everything was perfect for Niall and Harry thought it’d be okay to ruin everything.

“Harry!” Liam yelled as he stomped over to his friend on the floor and showed the tweet. “What the fuck is this?!”

“A tweet,” Harry said his eyes wide with shock.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Liam practically screamed at him. “Why the fuck would you tell him when I told you not to?!”

Harry flinched at Liam’s use of words. Daddy Direction rarely cussed people out. “It was an accident, I swear Liam. I must have butt texted it or something.”

“Well, you sure have an impressive ass if it was able to accomplish something like this!”

“Okay, okay, it was just a joke,” Harry mumbled, putting up his hands defensively. He went back to wrapping his present, tying a ribbon to create a bow around the box while trying to ignore his fuming friend.

Liam was about to sputter more profanities at his friend when he saw the ribbon Harry was using and got an idea. The honey-colored eyes twinkled with mischief as he thought back to how he punished Niall for roughhousing in his flat. Maybe, he could use the same method on Harry.

After Harry put the roll of ribbon on the ground, Liam walked over to the roll and slowly started unraveling the ribbon. Since the green-eyed boy was trying to ignore his friend, this would be an easy task for Liam. Quickly, Liam walked behind his younger friend and grabbed his arms, wrapping his wrists with the ribbon. Since he was caught off guard, Harry could barely put up a struggle as his wrists were pressed together by the ribbon.

“What the hell?!” Harry cried out in surprise. He tried standing up to escape, but Liam simply pushed him back onto the floor.

The older boy walked over to Harry’s feet and wrapped his ankles in the ribbon. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” Liam started. “You should already know not to mess with me.”

The curly-haired boy was really scared now. He’s heard horrible stories of a pissed-off Liam before, but he didn’t actually think they were true. Liam walked over to Harry sat next to him.

“I’m sorry, I really am, Liam,” Harry said trying to make his voice sound innocent.

“But you still told Niall anyway,” Liam told his friend, sympathy absent in his voice. With that, he dug his fingers into Harry’s armpits.

Harry started squirming around on the floor to try and avoid Liam’s invading fingers, but no matter what he did, Liam followed him everywhere. He tried holding his breath, not wishing to give Liam satisfaction.

“Playing tough guy, eh?” Liam smirked as he talked. He jabbed the younger boy’s sides really quick to get him to squeal before attacking his armpits again.

Since Harry’s defenses broke with the jab to his sides, he couldn’t help but giggle when Liam moved back to his armpits.

“Nohohohohohohoho,” Harry managed through his giggles. “I sahahahahahahahid I’m sohohohohohohory!”

“Well, let this be a lesson for you,” Liam said flatly.

The tickler lifted up the ticklee’s shirt and started poking his ribs. Each rib Liam poked elicited a different sound from Harry’s mouth. Liam found this very amusing, so he proceeded to create a musical from Harry’s squeaks and giggles. After what sounded like “Kiss You” to Liam, he decided to give his friend a quick breather. Harry’s face was red and they hadn’t gotten to the real torture yet.

“Please… Liam have mercy,” Harry pleaded desperately.

“Nah, gotta let my anger out sometime,” Liam replied simply.

He then lifted up Harry’s shirt again and placed his hand on the soft tummy in front of him. Liam gave Harry a smirk and the other boy braced himself. Liam started digging into Harry’s stomach, making the younger lad jerk and writhe in ticklish agony.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Harry cried out while trying to roll away.

Liam simply ignored the boy’s words and continued to scribble his long fingers over his target. The older boy liked treating his friend’s like his younger brothers, even though two of them were older than he was. It was that brotherly love that Liam liked best and since he was the most responsible one, this made him the older brother in a way.

Liam was snapped out of his thoughts as he realized Harry’s laughter started to rise in pitch as his fingers approached his bellybutton. A smile grew on the older boy’s face as he let his index finger swirl into Harry’s navel. Harry shook his head, incoherent words spilling from his mouth, as Liam slowly approached his target. Soon enough, Liam jabbed his finger into Harry’s bellybutton, causing a high pitch squeal from the younger boy. Liam simply grinned in satisfaction.

“No… no more,” Harry panted, looking up at Liam with puppy dog eyes.

“Nah, this is starting to get fun,” Liam told his friend.

The older boy walked over to Harry’s feet and sat on his ankles, Indian style. He ripped off both of Harry’s Chuck Taylors and threw them to the side, revealing two feet clad in black ankle socks. Liam dragged a finger up one of the soles to test and to his delight, Harry let out heavy laughter. The tickler decided to get to the point and he ripped off both ankle socks. Harry’s long toes wiggled a bit as his feet were exposed to the cool air around him. Liam pinched his nose and pretended to act disgusted, causing Harry to blush. As Harry looked down in embarrassment, Liam started raking his nails up and down the pink soles in front of him.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Harry shook as he laughed, electric waves of shock traveling from his feet to his brain.

“Yeah, I know you’re enjoying yourself,” Liam replied, a smile growing on his face.

The brunette noticed his friend’s toes and got an idea. He reached for the roll of ribbon and cut off a piece. He sawed the ribbon through Harry’s toes, causing the younger boy to jump and squeal, his toes curling as a form of self-defense. Liam would have none of that, so he grabbed one of Harry’s shoelaces and used it to tie Harry’s big toes together. He then tied the ends of the shoelace to the ribbon that wrapped Harry’s ankles, effectively immobilizing Harry’s toes. Liam then grabbed another piece of ribbon and started to thread it through the long toes in front of him.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOES!” Harry cried out through his hysterical laughter.

Liam continued lacing the ribbon through Harry’s toes for another few minutes before remembering that he almost forgot one area. Liam straddled his younger friend and poised his hands next to Harry’s sides.

“No…  not there,” Harry panted, his chest heaving up and down.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be making commands,” Liam told his friend.

Liam then dug his hands into Harry’s sides. His friend’s high-pitched laughter nearly broke Liam’s eardrums. The older boy noticed Harry would move from side to side to avoid the tickling fingers and this gave Liam yet another great idea. He quickly jabbed one of Harry’s sides with one hand and when Harry shifted to avoid the hand, Liam would quickly jab the other side with his hand. This caused Harry to move back and forth between Liam’s evil hands. After a while, Liam got bored and just started digging his fingers into Harry’s sides.

After about fifteen minutes of continuous tickling on Harry’s sides, both of the boys heard the door open. In walked Niall and Zayn, both with surprised looks on their faces, but both for different reasons.

“You guys threw a surprise party for me?!” Niall asked, his voice filled with excitement.

“Uh… well we were supposed to, but I thought you found out,” Liam answered his friend.

“How would I have found out?” Niall asked, looking over at Harry.

“Harry tweeted you about it,” Zayn piped in.

“Oh, well I lost my phone, so I couldn’t check any updates,” Niall told the other guys in the room.

Liam facepalmed while Harry gave him a very menacing glare.

“Why is Harry tied up, though?” Niall continued.

“Well, that’s a long story,” Liam started, but he was soon reminded of the gift he was supposed to get Niall. “Oh shit, I forgot your gift Niall. I’m so sorry.”

Yet again, another brilliant idea hit Liam. Before Niall could forgive him, Liam cut him off. “Uh, Niall, remember how Harry smashed the cupcake into your face?” Liam watched as Niall slowly nodded and Harry’s eyes widened. “Well, your present from me to you is revenge.”

Liam pointed to the bound Harry and quickly tweaked his side, causing Harry to jump with laughter. Both Niall and Harry realized what Liam was talking about. The blond approached his bound friend’s feet as Harry shook his head.

“Wanna know what else is sweet?” Niall asked his Harry. “Revenge.”