Ziall: The Abduction

“Did he see you?!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Zayn told his Irish friend, closing the door behind him.

The two boys pressed their ears against the door of the flat, waiting for the expected results. As expected, a small explosion went off within the flat, followed by a manly scream. The two boys started laughing, happy with the outcome, before running off. A few seconds later, the door of the flat opened, revealing a very angry Paul, a towel being the only piece of clothing wrapped around his body. He scanned the area with beady eyes, catching a glimpse of two very familiar boys, blonde and raven, moving swiftly away from the flat. Paul would have chased after them, but then he remembered that he was only in a towel, so he stepped back inside, frustrated that the two boys managed to prank him again.

Zayn and Niall ran down the street, laughing and panting while doing so. They both stopped to take a break, big grins on their faces. They both high-fived each other, both satisfied with their accomplishment.

“What should we do next?” Niall asked his friend, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

“What are you guys talking about?”

The two boys turned around at the familiar voice. Both were met by Liam’s hazel eyes. There was sweat on his brow and his hair was a mess from his jog. The brunette raised one eyebrow, looking at both his friends suspiciously.

Zayn crept closer to Liam and kept his voice quiet. “Ok, we were just playing a few pranks on Paul, nothing much.”

Liam let out a sigh. “Like what?”

“We put a baking soda vinegar bomb in his bathroom, while he was showering!” Niall blurted out loudly.

Zayn facepalmed himself, lightly swatting Niall to get him to shut up. “It was just to scare him, nothing else.”

Liam crossed his arms, glaring at the two. “You guys do know that stuff actually hurts, right?”

Zayn glared back at his younger band mate. “Calm your tits, Liam. It was just a joke.”

Before Liam could say anything back, Zayn ran off. Niall gave Liam an apologetic look, before running off in Zayn’s direction. The brunette sighed angrily and ran off towards Paul’s flat. He didn’t understand why they’d pull pranks on Paul. Their bodyguard did so many things for them; the least they could do was give him a bit of respect.

Liam jogged up to the front door of Paul’s flat and gave it a quick knock. The door opened and the brunette was greeted by the familiar bodyguard. The older man was dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and socks. He looked outside, before letting Liam in.

“So… I heard Niall and Zayn have been giving you a hard time lately,” Liam started, pulling off his sneakers.

Paul sighed as he poured both of them a glass of water. “Just little pranks… nothing serious.”

“I think you should get them back,” Liam suggested, taking a sip from his glass.

“I’m a grown man, Liam,” Paul told his guest. “I don’t play pranks.”

“Well, I wasn’t talking about pranking them. I think I know a way to get them to stop.”

Paul raised his eyebrow, interested in what the boy had to tell him. “Go on.”

Liam put down his glass and started twiddling his thumbs. “Well, a while ago, Niall broke something in my flat, so I punished him by tickling the living daylights out of him. Also, there was another time when we were watching a movie and Zayn, Harry, and I got into a big tickle fight.”

Paul gave the boy a blank expression. “So, what you’re saying is that I should…”

“Tickle them, yes.”

The older man pondered the suggestion for a little bit. He knew the boys were just playing, but the pranks were starting to get old and annoying. He wouldn’t be hurting them, so this seemed like the perfect idea.

“Hm… I’ll think about,” Paul told Liam.

Liam simply nodded. “Well, I think I should go now.”

The bodyguard walked the brunette to the door. They both said their farewells as Liam slipped on his sneakers. As Liam began jogging again, he almost started feeling bad for his two friends.

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“You ready?” Zayn asked the approaching blonde.

It was around midnight and both boys were standing in front of Paul’s flat, the only light coming from the full moon. Both boys were dressed in only black, black bags slung over their shoulders. Niall simply nodded to his friend’s question. Zayn began to pick the lock the same way he had done before. A few seconds later, the door clicked open, granting the two boys entrance.

“Go check to see if Paul is asleep,” Niall told his friend.

Zayn slowly tiptoed to the bedroom, while Niall unzipped his bag. Inside were several rolls of toilet paper, all of which were needed for today’s prank. They just needed to cover everything in toilet paper and then leave, simple as that.

“He’s not here!” Zayn called from the bedroom.

“Even better!” Niall replied back. “Let’s get started, then.”

Niall picked out a roll and headed for the kitchen, his first target. He started to drape and decorate the fridge and stove, when he heard several thuds and grunts from the bedroom. The blonde instantly froze in place, listening for anymore noises, but everything had gone quiet.

“Zayn?” Niall called out quietly, his voice laced with fear.

The blonde slowly crept towards the bedroom, hoping his older band mate was just playing a really mean prank. The door to the room was already slightly open, allowing Niall to slip through without making a sound. He put his hand against the wall and slowly made his way against it, until he found the light switch. Niall flipped the switch, but wished he hadn’t. In front of him was a man, also dressed in black, with a black mask to conceal his face. Zayn was lying on the floor in front of him, unconscious. Out of fear, Niall hit the switch again and shut off the lights, running in whatever the direction the door was in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to see the man in black, but the man in black could see the frantic blonde head running around the room. With ease, the man grabbed the boy and put him in a headlock. Niall tried screaming for help, but it was quite hard when he was losing oxygen rapidly. Soon enough, the blonde fell and collapsed next to his friend. The man hit the light switch and looked at the two boys, a bit sorry he had to do this to them. He ripped off his mask and looked at the mirror, the face of Paul looking quite tired.

“Heh… now the fun part begins, boys,” Paul said with a devious smirk, hoisting Zayn on his shoulder and carrying him out of the room.

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Zayn’s eyes fluttered open, or he thought they did, but all he could see was pitch black. There was some kind of cloth tied over his eyes. The boy started to freak out, trying to flail his arms and legs, but he soon realized they were tied behind some metal pole. He was in a kneeling position and his ankles were also tied behind the pole. Zayn just sighed, knowing that he’d be helpless in his current predicament. Instead of trying to break free, Zayn tried remembering what happened the other night. He had walked into Paul’s room to start decorating it with toilet paper, when a figure jumped out of nowhere and attacked him. He tried yelling for Niall to help him, but he was knocked unconscious. Speaking of which, where was the little leprechaun.

“Niall?” Zayn called out quietly, hoping for some kind of response.

“Z-Zayn?” an Irish voice croaked out.

The older boy was relieved to hear the sound of his friend’s voice. “Ni, do you think you can get me out of here?”

“I’m tied down, Zayn.”

Unlike Zayn, Niall was sitting in an office chair, his wrists tied to the armrests. His legs were left untouched, but the chair was raised, letting Niall’s feet dangle a few inches above the ground. The blonde would have swung them around to get the chair to move a bit, but like Zayn, there was a blindfold over his eyes, so he wouldn’t know where to go.

“Zayn?” Niall cried out again.

“Yeah, Blondie?”

“I’m really scared,” the younger boy whispered fearfully.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Harry, Louis, and Liam have noticed by now that we’re missing. Paul is probably looking for us right now,” the raven assured his friend, unaware that Paul was the one keeping them captive.

His friend’s words gave the Irishman a sense of relief. “Zayn?”

“Yeah, Ni?”

“My nose is itchy.”

The older boy was about to give his friend a puzzled response, until he remembered the predicament they were in. Both boys started laughing, lifting the mood a bit, until the sound of a door opening and several footsteps were heard. By the sound of it, there were more than two people in the room. Zayn had a plan to act cool and collecting in front of his abductors, but that plan soon went down the drain as the boy pleaded for his life. Niall, on the other hand, was actually calm about the situation.

“What do you want with us?!” Niall asked out loud, trying to be heard over Zayn’s begging.

Paul, who was one of the men, decided not to say anything because his voice would be a dead giveaway. Instead, he took a few steps towards the blonde, making it known that he was approaching him. Once Niall realized that someone was coming towards him, he too started to break into begging and sobs.

“We’ll give you anything! Just let us go!” Zayn tried reasoning with the men.

The bodyguard continued to slowly walk towards the blonde, who was currently pleading and thrashing in his chair. Once he reached the younger boy, Paul lifted up his shirt, causing Niall to shiver at the cold air. The blonde, expecting the man to cut out his insides with a butcher knife, kicked out with both his legs, rewarding himself with a grunt from the man. Niall knew he was in for so much shit now, especially since the man was currently walking behind him. He felt his shirt being lifted up, this time from behind.

“No… please dohohoAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Wahahahahahat the heheheheheck?” Niall giggled in surprise.

Zayn stopped begging and lifted his head at the sound of Niall’s laughter. The older boy was expecting screams of pain and the ripping of flesh, not girlish giggles. Although he felt bad for his friend, Zayn wanted their abductor to stay over with Niall, until they were rescued.

“Ahahahahahaha sohohohohohohomeone hahahahahahahalp!” Niall’s giggles grew stronger as Paul’s cold hands moved to his sides.

Memories of Liam’s way of “punishing” flooded back to the blonde. Maybe it was Liam tickling him right now. Niall did tell Liam what they were doing to Paul and right now, they were being punished, so it was a very likely chance this mystery man could be the brunette.

Paul moved his fingers up to Niall’s neck, slowly teasing him there. The blonde moved his head in an attempt to escape the annoying fingers.

“I’ll ahahaha make suhuhure you’re thrown in jahahahahail,” Niall told his tormentor bitterly through his giggles.

Paul, feeling the need to step it up after that comment, quickly jabbed Niall’s armpits, knowing that his hollows were his worst spot. Niall let out a high-pitched squeal, followed by several giggles as an aftershock. Deciding to give the blonde a break, Paul walked behind Zayn. The Bradford boy shifted a bit, still not expecting what was to come. The bodyguard lifted up Zayn’s feet slightly, just to untie the laces of his shoes. After doing so, he removed both of the boy’s shoes, revealing black socks. Paul moved his fingers along the two feet slowly, causing Zayn to elicit a few giggles, but giving the boy an idea of what Paul’s plans were. The bodyguard got up and walked over to a box, rummaging through it for a few minutes. With the two objects in hand, Paul strode back over to Zayn’s feet and stripped them of his socks. Suddenly, Zayn felt what seemed to be a feather going up and down his right sole.

“Ahahahahahaha wahahahaha the fuhuhuhuhuhuhuck?” Zayn managed through his giggles.

To add to his torment, Paul decided to use the hairbrush he pulled out from the box on Zayn’s other foot. With the added tool, Zayn went ballistic. He’d try covering one foot with the other, but then that foot would be subjected to torment by both the hairbrush and the feather.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!” Zayn howled with laughter.

Paul did as he was told, but attacked Zayn’s sides instead. This wasn’t as bad as having both his feet tickled, but it still caused waves of ticklishness to hit Zayn, causing him to arch his back in response.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Paul smiled with delight for payback’s a bitch. He slowly started to knead Zayn’s sides, lessening the intensity of the boy’s giggles. After a while, Paul started getting bored, so he moved in front of Zayn. The boy was currently panting, dreading what his captor had in plan for him. The bodyguard lifted up Zayn’s shirt, causing the boy to shake in fear. With his other hand, Paul grabbed the hairbrush and guided it along Zayn’s stomach.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Zayn screamed in ticklish agony at the response of the bristles along on his tan stomach.

Paul kept sliding the brush along Zayn’s stomach and abs, watching the singer suffer. He rapidly moved the brush along the sensitive skin, slowly approaching Zayn’s bellybutton. Once he did a complete circle around it, Paul jabbed his finger into the innie, causing the raven to arch his back and let out an ear-splitting scream.

“When… when I get out of here… I’m going to fucking kill you,” Zayn panted, his voice seething with anger.

Paul just chuckled to himself. Zayn was in no position to make threats. After the boy had finished talking, Paul moved his hands up to his captive’s armpits. This caused Zayn to wiggle about, though, it could have been worse for him.

“Nohohohohohohohohoho! Juhuhuhuhuhust stahahahahahahap! Plehehehehehease!”

After finishing with his armpits, Paul decided that it was time to up the ante. He walked behind Zayn, yet again, and crouched down close to his legs. The bodyguard wiggled his fingers on the underside of Zayn’s knees, the boy’s worst spot, causing him to let off another scream, followed by heavy laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

To get his tormentor to stop, Zayn lowered his body, concealing the back of his knees. However, this just trapped Paul’s fingers, but it didn’t stop the older man from tickling the boy. Zayn was going crazy from the tickling, tears starting to form in his eyes, moistening his blindfold.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT PLEASE NAHAHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!” Zayn begged desperately.

Unfortunately, Paul didn’t stop. In fact, he freed one of his hands from Zayn’s knees and started sliding it over the front of one of his kneecaps. Zayn was going absolutely ballistic. The blindfold had become heavy with moisture, causing it to drip the salty tears.

“MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHECY STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Stop! You’re hurting him!” an Irish voice suddenly called out.

Paul immediately stopped tickling Zayn. He had forgotten that the Irish lad had been sitting there, unattended, for so long. The bodyguard decided that the Bradford boy had had enough and that it was Niall’s turn again. Zayn’s head hung low in defeat and humiliation, listening to the footsteps of his tormentor slowly fade away from him.

Paul had gone back to the box and retrieved a bottle for Niall. While rummaging through the box, the bodyguard had come up with a simple plan that would drive the blonde crazy. He went over to raise Niall’s shirt, but this time, Paul anticipated the kick and grabbed the boy’s leg. Niall tried to free his leg, but it was futile. Paul had put his foot in a headlock and proceeded to discard his shoe, the sock coming off next. The older man grabbed the bottle that he had taken earlier and drizzled a few drops of the baby oil on the barefoot. Niall gasped at the sudden touch of the cool liquid on his foot, but was soon throwing his head back in laughter as Paul used the hairbrush on the trapped foot.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHALP ZAHAHAHAHAHAHYN!”

The oil worked perfectly, increasing Niall’s sensitivity. Zayn just listened to his friend scream in agony, wishing he could beat up whoever was doing this.

Meanwhile, Paul had decided to ditch the hairbrush and attack Niall’s small toes, driving the blonde mad. Tears started to form at the corners of his blindfold and Paul hadn’t even gotten to the good part.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Niall pleaded and begged, but Paul didn’t let up.

A few minutes of tickling and Paul let go of Niall’s foot, the leg hanging limp in the air. The bodyguard turned to the other man in the room, signaling for him to start. Both men went back to the box and each grabbed an electric toothbrush and a strip of duct tape. They both hit the switch for the toothbrush, the sound of the whirring causing both boys to look up.

“No… you can’t!” Zayn pleaded tiredly.

“Oh, but we can,” said the second man.

“Wait… is thAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Niall was cut off as the toothbrush was stuck into his bellybutton, the tool being held in place by the tape.

The other man did the same thing to Zayn, causing the raven to burst into hysterical laughter. The laughter of the two boys mixed and mashed, echoing throughout the room. To make matters worse for them, Paul moved over to Niall’s armpits, while the other man moved over to Zayn’s knees.

“I’M GAHAHAHAHAHANA DIHIHIHIHIHIHIE!” Niall managed through his hysterical laughter.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Zayn begged, trying to reason with their tormentors.

Niall tried moving the chair around to avoid the fingers, but it was no good, as they always managed to find their way back into his hollows. Zayn wasn’t having an easier time. The only movement he could make was to move his body up and down, which made it look like he was humping air. Eventually, though, before the boys could pass out, the tormentors stopped. The two captors stepped in front of their exhausted victims and removed the blindfolds. Both of the bound boys were shocked to see who was in front of them.

“Paul?!” Niall exclaimed out loud.

“What the fuck, Liam?!” Zayn yelled with anger.

Paul just gave the two boys a smirk. “Just consider this payback for all those pranks. I just thought it was time to teach you both a lesson.”

“And he asked for my help!” Liam piped in.

Zayn gave both his captors dirty looks. “You scared the shit out of us!”

Liam walked over to where he was standing most of the time and picked up a camera that was on the ground. “Yeah, we know. We have a recording of you guys freaking out.”

The brunette hit the button, playing the scene of when Zayn and Niall were begging to be spared. Paul came over to watch the recording, chuckling as he watched the video. After they had listened to the two boys beg all over again, Paul and Liam went over and untied the two boys.

“So, no more pranks?” Paul asked the blonde.

“No promises,” Niall told his bodyguard as he slipped on his sock and shoe.

Paul jabbed the boy in the side, causing him to jump back. “Then I’ll just have to show the video to Louis and Harry.”

Both Zayn and Niall groaned at the mention of the video. No one would be able to let them live it down.