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Ziam: Painting

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"Hell yeah!"

Harry held up his fishing line, a decent-sized fish attached at the end. He smiled like a little kid and looked at his two friends, showing off his new catch to them.

"Whatever, Styles," Liam muttered, turning his head back to the lake in front of him. It was his idea to go fishing and, with Harry's constant taunting, he was really regretting it.

The boys were on break and Liam ha suggested to go fishing, since it was something they have never tried together. Niall quickly rejected the idea, saying that fishing was for old people, which was ironic to Liam, considering the blonde enjoys watching golf. Louis was feeling sick that day, so he wasn't able to attend, leaving only Zayn and Harry to accompany Daddy Direction. What was supposed to be a relaxing event turned into a competition, though, when Harry caught his first fish. Liam and Zayn were still at zero, while Harry was in the lead by three. The raven didn't really seem to care much with competing, however, leaving most of the banter to Harry and Liam.

"You're just jealous!" Harry said with a smug grin. "All the fish love me because I'm their favorite One Direction member."

Zayn just rolled his eyes at the comment and lit a cigarette, eyes locking on the pristine lake in front of them. He was just glad that there were no fans around.

"That doesn't even make sense," Liam retorted. "You're just getting lucky."

"Or it's because they love me."

Before Liam could continue their little banter, Harry reeled in another fish, a bit smaller than the last one, but still another point for the curly-haired boy.

"Suck it, Payne!" Harry stuck out his tongue playfully and showed off his new catch.

Liam just glared at the younger boy. He needed to be taken down a peg, or two. He watched as Harry sat back down by his line, waiting for his next catch. Within only a few minutes, Harry's fishing line was being pulled, yet again, much to Liam's annoyance.

"The fish are like the ladies; they love me!" Harry pulled at his line even more, laughing at his own comment.

Zayn rolled his eyes at the younger friend. "The ladies you get also look like the fish you catch."

Harry was too engrossed in reeling in his catch to hear. The visual image of Harry fucking someone with a fish face did cause Liam to snicker, though. Despite the mental distraction, the brunette went through with his plan and tackled the curly-haired boy onto the ground, causing him to drop the line.

"Liam! What the fuck?!" Harry had landed face-down on the soft grass, with Liam straddling him.

"Eh, thought you were being a bit cocky." Before Harry could say anything, Liam dug his fingers into the green-eyed boys sides, causing the younger boy to squeal.

"Ahahahaha! Zahahahahayn help!"

Zayn, however, seemed uneasy with the situation and scooted away from the other boys by a tad. Although he moved only a few inches, the hazel-eyed lad felt a lot safer.

By now, Liam had moved to Harry's neck, throwing the younger boy into helpless fits of laughter.

"NOHOHOHO! MEHEHEHERCY!"

Liam soon got off of Harry, only meaning to tickle him for a few seconds. The curly-haired boy stood up and brushed off the dirt on his clothes, his face contorting in disgust when he felt mud on his pants.

"Sore loser," Harry muttered.

Liam made a move that made it look like he was going to tickle Harry again, causing the younger lad to flinch. Harry just glared at Liam, causing the older boy to chuckle. The two then went back to fishing. Harry, unfortunately, lost his catch, but the day went by rather steadily.

---

"So, who's up for pizza tonight?" Liam asked his two friends as they walked into Liam's flat.

Louis' eyes sparkled with excitement. "Me! I'm not paying, though!"

Zayn rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"Alright, Zayn, can you order pizza?" Liam asked the older boy. "I'm gonna take a shower first."

The three boys had played a casual game of football today, which had turned somewhat intense. Zayn and Liam were both against Louis, since the oldest member was more experienced with the sport.

"No! Me first!" Louis pushed his bandmate out of the way, entering the bathroom first and locking the door behind him.

"God damn it, Louis!" Liam really didn't like the feeling of sweat stuck to his body. He decided he'd get Louis back later.

The brunette turned around and looked over at Zayn. The older lad was still on the phone, ordering pizza for the three of them. Quietly, Liam began to sneak up on Zayn, his hands poised for attack. However, before Liam could taser his friend, Zayn turned around and swatted the boy's hands away.

"Yeah, okay thanks." Zayn hung up and glared at Liam. "Don't even bother, Liam."

Liam was shocked. "How did you know I was behind you?!"

"Liam, you're like an elephant: clumsy and loud."

Before the brunette could come up with a comeback, he heard the water from the shower stop running. If he couldn't get Zayn, then Louis would have to do. Besides, Louis took the shower from Liam and, although weak, it was some sort of excuse to tickle the older boy. Holding up a single finger to his mouth, telling Zayn to keep quiet, Liam crept next to the bathroom door, ready for his surprise attack on Louis. The unsuspecting boy walked out of the bathroom, totally caught off guard when Liam pounced.

"Liam! What are you doing?!" Louis had landed on his stomach, with Liam straddling his waist.

"I wanted the shower first," Liam reasoned.

Zayn mentally facepalmed at Liam's reasoning. Waiting a few extra minutes for a shower wasn't really a big deal, or at least to Zayn it wasn't. It just seemed like Liam was looking for a reason to get back at Louis.

"You're overreacting about a shower!" Louis argued.

Liam had gotten bored with arguing, so he turned around and squeezed the backside of Louis' knee. The older lad let out a yelp, keeping him from nagging any further. Although Liam couldn't see it, Louis' face contorted in horror at the realization of Liam's plan.

"No, Liam, please don't! It was just a shower!"

Liam's mischievous side was on stage, though, and he wasn't holding back. He continued to squeeze the back of Louis' knees, causing him to flinch and squeal.

"Nohohoho! Liam just stahahap!"

Unfortunately, Liam did quite the contrary. He quickly got up and bundled Louis' feet in his arms, the soles facing upwards.

"Liam! I swear if you don't stop, I'll get you back!"

Louis' protests fell on deaf ears, for Liam dug in, scribbling his fingers all over writhing feet. Since Louis just showered, his soles were baby soft and smooth.

"AHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAD DAMN IT LIHIHIHAHAM!"

Liam enjoyed tormenting his older friend. He tweaked Louis' wiggling toes, causing him to elicit high-pitched laughter. After this newfound discovery, Liam explored every inch of the toes, driving Louis mad.

"SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK YOU LIAM!" Louis pounded his fists against the floor, not bothering to fight the ticklish sensations shooting up from his toes anymore.

Liam noticed Louis' breathing had become irregular, his forceful laughter turned choppy. The younger lad slowed down his tickling, eventually just wiggling the toes, which managed to keep Louis in giggles. Reluctantly, Liam let the pair of feet free, allowing Louis to get up. The former boxer predicted the incoming slap from the Doncaster lad and chuckled.

"Ticklish, eh, Lou?"

"Shut the fuck up, Liam," Louis grumbled. "You very well know I am."

The two walked to the small kitchen to see Zayn eating the pizza they ordered.

"When did that get here?" Liam asked the raven.

Zayn took a bite out of the cheese pizza before answering, his mouth full of the greasy food. "A while ago, but I doubt you guys could have heard it over Louis' girly laughter."

Liam started laughing at Louis, who's face had turned a deep red.

"You guys suck," Louis said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

---

"Ow! Fuck!"

Niall had slipped on his bum, Liam's polished wooden floor creating no friction with his white ankle socks. The blonde quickly stood up to avoid being stepped on by his two friends, who were dancing on both sides of the smaller boy. Liam had somehow managed to get his hands on the Xbox One and had invited Niall and Zayn over to his flat to try out the newest Just Dance game. Niall had never really realized how uncoordinated he was until now.

"Wow, Niall," Liam started, dancing to the beat of "Kiss You", "that's a sign too lay off the Nando's."

The blonde boy didn't bother responding to that because he did go to Nando's yesterday, without telling anyone. Once he was up again, Niall began to dance to the beat of the song, doing his best to catch up to the other two.

Although the game's score was probably a bad representation of how well one could dance, Niall started to feel a little bit self-conscious about the way he moved, compared to his bandmates. Although Liam was also trying hard, the brunette's score was currently more than double of what Niall's was. Zayn, on the other hand was following each movement listlessly, his body motions smooth, trailing Liam only by a few points. This, of course, unleashed Niall's competitive spirit, compelling the youngest of the three to do better. With each move, Niall made sure to put in as much effort as possible, hoping to beat the other two. His score did move up at a faster rate, making up lost ground from before. He became so engrossed in the game that he didn't realize he smacked Liam in the face, until Niall heard a loud grunt of pain.

"Ugh!" Liam mumbled, rubbing his nose to relieve the stinging sensation. "Okay, Niall, you're gonna get it now."

However, Niall was no longer in the room. The two boys heard Liam's bedroom door shut from the end of the hall. While Liam went to hunt for their little leprechaun, Zayn continued to dance, not wanting to get involved.

Liam went over to the door, only to realize it had been locked from the inside. "Niall! Open up!"

However, no sound came from the room and the door remained shut. Liam let out a sigh and went over to a nearby closet, where he kept the spare keys for the doors, just in case. The brunette picked out the one for his bedroom and walked back over to the locked door, opening it up. When Liam stepped into the room, however, Niall was no where to be seen.

"Niall, I know you're here!" Liam cried out. Still, nothing.

The brunette went over to his walk-in closet, but the blonde was no where to be seen. Scratching his head, Liam went over to his bathroom, but it was empty as well. Now, Liam was really confused. There weren't any other places to hide and Niall couldn't have slipped out that easily. Liam began pacing around the room, trying to figure out where the blonde was hiding. Suddenly, Liam heard a muffled sneeze from under the bed. Crouching down, the brunette checked underneath to see Niall, his legs closer to Liam with his head on the other end. When Niall saw Liam, his eyes instantly widened. Without any warning, Niall began to wiggle his way away from Liam and out on the end. He managed to pop his head and upper body out, but he soon felt a hand wrap around one his ankles. Soon enough, Niall felt himself being pulled back under the bed. He tried grabbing onto something, but he failed to. It was like one of those books for children, with the monster under the bed, except this was real.

"Liam, I'm sorry! I swear!" The blonde knew what was coming and he was totally trapped

"Yeah, well I'm sorry too," Liam replied, pulling Niall enough to reveal his foot from under the bed. He reached under and grabbed at the other ankle, sitting on top of both of them to prevent his prey from escaping.

Liam immediately stripped the pair of feet of their only form of protection, despite Niall's protests. He began sliding his fingers all over the up-turned soles, eliciting childish giggles from the blonde boy.

"Nohohohoho! Liam I'm sohohohory!"

"Heh, tough." Liam continued to scratch at the pale soles, making the pair of feet squirm.

After a few minutes of tickling the soles, Liam decided the few giggles weren't enough. He grabbed at the ankles again and yanked Niall out from under the bed. Before the blonde could escape, Liam scooped him up and threw him on the bed, causing Niall to yelp in surprise. He than straddled the younger boy, gathering up his wrists with one hand and holding them above Niall's head.

"Liam, dohohohont!" the blonde boy said, already giggling in anticipation.

"Too late!" With that, Liam dug into an armpit with his free hand.

"SHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!"

Every once in a while, Liam had to steady himself every time Niall bucked. The brunette boy relished in the heavy laughter, but it was hard to keep himself steady with Niall's constant squirming, so he got off after a while, giving Niall to catch his breath.

The blonde sat up, panting. "You h-happy now?"

"Hmm, not yet." Liam quickly poked Niall's belly, causing the blonde boy to squeal and glare at him. "Now, I am."

"Ugh, I hate you." Niall grumbled.

Liam just ruffled the blonde hair, knowing Niall was lying. "Nah, you don't. Now, come on, Zayn's probably dancing by himself."

Niall chuckled, leaving the room with the brunette in tow.

---

Liam was frustrated and conflicted. He didn't know how his newfound love for tickling surfaced, or why, but the urge to tickle his bandmates was always present. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, but what was wrong with a few tickle moments every now and then? He loved the sound of Harry's laugh, the way Louis would be embarrassed after a tickle session, and how easy it was pin down Niall and turn him into a giggling mess. What the brunette hated, though, was how no matter what he tried, he could never get Zayn. The older lad was smarter and more cautious than the other boys, making him a difficult target. However, Liam was determined add the raven-haired boy to his list.

Unfortunately, Liam didn't know how he was going to go about that, now that he was standing in front of Zayn, inside the older boy's flat.

"So," Zayn started, swiping a paintbrush over the canvas he was sitting in front of. He looked comfy in his tank top and basketball shorts. "What do you need me for?"

Liam peaked over at the unfinished painting. From the looks of it, Zayn was painting a picture of the five boys, when they were younger and before they became the world's biggest boy band. They looked quite different from back then. Niall had his crooked teeth and Liam had a Bieber-styled haircut. "Erm, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Well, that part's kind of obvious, considering that you're in my flat," Zayn replied, not bothering to look up from his artwork.

Liam fidgeted in his spot, the mood suddenly becoming awkward. "Well, uh, you know--"

"Spit it out, Liam."

"I like tickling."

Zayn stopped painting for a moment, only to resume a second later. "Is there a problem with that?"

The brunette let out a sigh, not sure where to go with this. "Well, no, I guess not."

"Then, is there a reason for telling me? If you are afraid that something like this is going to affect us as friends, then rest assured, it won't. Honestly, I'm fine if you do. Besides, I started to notice it when you kept using petty excuses to tickle the shit out of the other lads."

Liam blushed out of happiness an embarrassment. However, Zayn's approval of his obsession wasn't what the brunette had came for. "So, you wouldn't mind if I tickled you then?"

Now, Zayn actually stopped, almost swiping a yellow streak through Niall's face. "What?"

Liam chuckled at how he caught Zayn off-guard, which usually never happened. "You know what I said."

It was now Zayn's turn to feel awkward. He didn't want to say "yes" because he was quite ticklish, but he didn't want to say "no" because his friend had just trusted him with a big secret.

"Well?" Liam asked with large puppy eyes.

"Ugh, fine." Zayn couldn't believe he was doing this. He'd regret it, he knew he would. "Don't do anything too extreme, though."

Liam's eyes lit up with excitement. The brunette couldn't believe that Zayn had actually agreed to something like this. "Okay, just sit on the floor."

The older boy did as he was told, settling his bum on the hard floor by his collection of paintbrushes. To his dismay, Zayn saw the younger lad look through the brushes, before picking one out and dipping it in some green paint.

Liam walked behind the older boy and sat down, paintbrush in hand. "I know this is Haz's worst spot, so I'll just test it out here."

Zayn felt something cool and slick slide around his neck, causing him to shiver and squirm, but no giggling, much to Liam's disappointment.

"Hm, gotta try somewhere new," Liam said, moving down to the tan boy's feet. "I know this spot made Louis go crazy."

Liam sat down again, picking up Zayn by the ankles and placing the feet on his lap. He picked up one foot and lifted it up, bringing the paintbrush, which had been dipped in teal paint, to the lifted sole an tracing the lines across the foot.

"Hehehehe," Zayn giggled, trying to pull his leg free.

"That's better," Liam commented, circling the heel of the tan foot with brush.

Liam shifted himself a little and picked up the other foot. He dipped the paintbrush in more paint, before getting back to work. This time, he attacked the toes, tracing different kinds of faces onto the pads. During the whole process, Zayn continued to lightly giggle and wiggle his toes, ruining Liam's "artwork". Instead, Liam started brushing in between the toes with the thin paintbrush, causing Zayn to squeal in surprise.

"Never thought I'd hear something like that from you," Liam chuckled, continuing to saw the brush in between the delicate toes.

"Shuhuhut up!" Zayn giggled, though stronger this time.

After completely coloring the toes, Liam set the pair of feet down and went to wash off the brush, dipping it in blue paint afterwards.

"You're wasting my materials," Zayn told his friend, while trying to rub some of the paint off his feet.

"It's not wasting if I'm having fun," Liam replied. "Okay, lie down on the ground an lift your arms up above your head.

Zayn did as he was told, resting his head against the floor, his arms by his head. It was kind of obvious what Liam was going to target next, but Zayn was still bracing himself.

Liam sat down by Zayn's head, close to his vulnerable hollows. "I know this spot killed Niall."

"Just get it over with, Payne."

Liam shrugged, creating sloppy blue circles with the brush. Although he was barely giggling, Zayn was finding it hard to keep still, despite the soft giggles.

"Hehehehehe!"

"Damn, Zayn, you're barely ticklish anywhere," Liam grumbled, moving to the other armpit, painting tiny stars this time. "Well, this is disappointing."

The Bradford boy only continued to giggle, not bothering to lie to Liam about his level of ticklishness. Zayn knew how ticklish he was, Liam just wasn't hitting the right spots.

The brunette stopped after a bit, trying to think of where to attack next. "Hm, well, the other boys' spots didn't work, so I guess my worst."

Zayn raised an eyebrow. "Where's that?"

"Take off your shirt," Liam ordered.

Zayn sighed, shedding himself of his tank top. "Liam, are we almost done yet?"

"I haven't found a good spot yet, so no." The brunette dipped the brush into a chocolate-colored paint bowl. By the end of this, he was sure it'd look like a unicorn vomited it's magical goodness over Zayn.

Zayn just looked up at the ceiling, until he felt the cool paint sliding across his ribs. He started to squirm a bit more, but still produced only light giggles, not the howling laughter and desperate pleads Liam wished for. If anything, Zayn benefitted from the situation, now knowing where Liam was most ticklish.

"Can we stohohohop now?" To Zayn, this was quite sad.

"God damn it." Liam had painted brown streaks over Zayn's ribs, but nothing but the usual giggles were released.

The brunette tried to think of any possible places where the older boy could be ticklish. He thought back to a time when Louis wanted to show Harry something he considered cool. The Doncaster lad pretended his hand was egg, which he then "cracked" all over Harry's kneecap. The "yolk", or Louis' fingers, then dripped all over Harry's knee slowly, causing the curly-haired boy to giggle. Louis attempted the same thing on Zayn, but the raven just smacked his hand away. Maybe Zayn's knees were ticklish too?

"Lay on your stomach for a second," Liam commanded.

Zayn let out a sigh, ready to be done with this and get back to his painting, but he did what he was told, resting his head in the palm of his hands. He could have done a great amount of work with the time he had just wasted.

Liam started dipping the brush into a light brown with a golden hue. He then went over and sat on the lower part of Zayn's legs. If Liam's hunch was right, then hopefully, Zayn would react accordingly. He took the brush and quickly slid it across the backside of Zayn's knee, giving Liam what he wanted.

The room was soon filled with shrieks of laughter. The newfound discovery of Zayn's sweet spot sparked Liam's desire to tickle the older boy all over again. He kept brushing the back of one knee with the brush, using his other hand to knead the other.

"AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!"

Poor Zayn was in tickle hell. Since Liam was on top of his legs, the Bradford lad couldn't kick his legs around. Instead, he flailed his arms around, pounding his fists against the floor and splaying his toes, anything to ease the ticklish sensation.

"Heh, can't believe I found it," Liam commented, squeezing the delicate flesh.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!"

After covering both undersides with the golden-brown paint, the torture came to a halt. Liam got off of Zayn, but the older lad stayed on the floor, desperately panting for breath.

"Never... do that... again," Zayn finally said after a few minutes.

"You okay, bud?" Liam gave his friend a hand to help him up. "You might wanna wash the paint off."

"Yeah, thanks." Zayn grabbed his tank top and walked to his room, leaving teal footprints on the floor.

Soon enough, Liam heard the shower running. To make himself useful, the brunette began cleaning the paint off the floor. It was the least he could do, since Zayn was nice enough to let himself be tickled.

"You're still here?"

Liam turned around in surprise to see Zayn in a new set of clothes, drying his hair off with a towel.

"I thought you would have left by now," Zayn said. "Not that I don't enjoy having you here."

"Well, Harry and Lou are off doing I don't know what, probably each other, and Niall snuck off to go eat at Nando's again."

Zayn let out a small chuckle. "I like how he thinks no one knows he's always there."

"Yeah, his flat always smells lick chicken."

Zayn just nodded in agreement. "Well, you're welcome to stay and watch me finish, if you'd like."

"Sure, why not?"

Liam pulled up a seat next to Zayn as the older boy sat down in his chair again. The artist continued where he left off, finishing the blonde streaks in Niall's hair.

"Zayn?"

"Yes, Liam?"

"I'm glad I told you."

"I'm glad too."  

Request for :iconadrianecrossz:

Lol what even is this shit like I don't even fucking know.

Five months after this was requested and I create this half-assed thing.

To be fair, though, I was swamped during the school year and when I did start this, I was busy with work.

I threw in a little something for everybody, though, unless you like to read about Liam tickled, then whoops.

For some reason, I find it difficult to write about Zayn being tickled. He's a normal human, so it should be easy to write about him, but apparently, that doesn't apply to me.

Oh well, I'd love to hear what you guys have to say.

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DangerousOmega's avatar
this is so adorable! :3