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Zianourry: Bonding

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This was not how Harry imagined his X-Factor experience would be like. Actually, the curly-haired boy thought he'd end up going home, but then he was accepted, much to his surprise. However, he was soon rejected by the judges in boot camp and Harry was sure that he was going home then, but then Simon ended up throwing him in a band with other four boys.

"I-I think he overslept again," Niall stammered quietly.

"Wow," Louis started sarcastically, "you'd think after two practices of him oversleeping, I'd have figured that out by now, but no, I guess not."

"B-But, y-you asked," Niall's Irish voice came again, softer this time .

"It was a rhetorical question," Louis snapped.

"Okay," Niall whimpered, clearly intimidated by the older boy.

"Okay, let's just calm down," Liam suggested. "We should try calling him and then maybe, he'll wake up to his ringtone."

"Why? So he can continue to drag us down?" Louis sneered. "You shouldn't be making orders anyway, considering we are performing for the Judges' House, which was where you were kicked off the show two years ago."

Harry just watched the whole thing on his seat from afar. Louis was still bitching, Liam looked pissed, Niall looked like he was about to cry, and Zayn was still nowhere to be seen. To sum things up right now, Harry was one-fifth of a band with a diva, a reject, a pussy, and a slacker. He knew auditioning for the X-Factor would be a bad idea because now, he was part of the world's most humiliating band.

"Guys," Harry finally spoke up, causing everyone to look at him, "why don't we call Zayn and see if he picks up. If he does, then we tell him to haul his ass over here. If not, we leave him a voicemail, telling him he has to be here within a certain timeframe. If he doesn't show up within the timeframe, then we kick him. I mean, he hasn't been showing up on time for the last practices, so why carry him around as deadweight?"

"I think that's good," Liam told Harry, raising his hand to tell the boy he agreed.

"Mhm," Niall responded with a nod.

"At least you're more useful than the other three," Louis said, causing Liam to grit his teeth and Niall to flinch.

"Oh, and Louis," Harry started, "please get off your man period, or have you hit 'manopause' already?"

Niall giggled at the obvious play on words, while Liam grinned, crossing his arms and waiting for Louis' next move. The oldest in the room looked like he was about to pounce on Harry, but suddenly, the door to the room flew open. Zayn walked into the room, drowsiness still lingering all over his face.

“Where the hell were you?!” Louis asked the Pakistani boy, changing his human target from Harry to Zayn. “It’s almost been an hour and we’re going to be performing in a few days!”

“Dude, we’ll be fine,” Zayn said, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “We sound good already, so there’s no need for long practices. We’ll just run the song once, or twice, a day just so we don’t forget the lyrics, or something.”

“No, we won’t!” Louis yelled in frustration. “We would have all been eliminated, but we weren’t because that Simon dude had the brilliant idea of putting us together. If were to be eliminated before, then we’ll surely be eliminated later if we don’t practice.”

“Alright, let’s just calm down here,” Liam told the two fuming boys. “I agree with Louis that we still do need practice, but Louis, you need to take a deep breath and relax a bit. Yelling isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

“Who made you the boss?” Zayn asked, raising one of his eyebrows. “Besides, weren’t you the one that got eliminated at this point two years ago?”

“That’s what I said!” Louis said. “But I still don’t agree with you.”

The three continued to quarrel, their voices rising to extreme levels as each became even more frustrated with the others. Harry just tuned out, having become bored with the three. After just sitting in his seat for a minute, the curly-haired boy went over to Niall, who was just staring at his phone. When Harry plopped down next to the blonde, Niall looked up at him with a confused expression. Since the band was put together just recently, the two weren’t really that close, having only chatted a few times during break.

“You bored too?” Harry asked the tiny lad. He had to repeat his question, since Niall couldn’t hear him over the other boys’ argument.

“Yeah,” Niall replied, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees and watching the other three boys fight.

The younger boy just sat there, not knowing what to say next. He was hoping that Niall would continue the conversation, but now things were just awkward. Sighing, Harry pulled out his phone and began to scroll through his Facebook.

Just then, the door opened again, but this time, it was Simon that walked into the room. Everyone became quiet and looked at the older man, waiting for what he had to say.

“Alright, what’s going on here?” Simon asked with a stern voice, sending a chill down each of the boys’ spines. “I was just going to check up on you lads, but when I approached the door I heard constant arguing on the other side. I thought it’d subside after a few minutes, but nothing happened.”

The three troublemakers started speaking to Simon all at once, each telling their side of the story and yelling at each other when one supposedly made a false claim. Harry and Niall sat where they were, afraid they'd end up getting in trouble, for Simon was known for his temper.

"Alright, you guys, stop!" the older man yelled at the boys, causing them to look at him. "Okay, so it seems like none of you get along that well. Well, you know what happens to bands that have uncooperative members? They flop."

Louis glared at the older man, trying not to yell again. "But it wa--"

"I don't care who started what!" Simon yelled again. "The thing is, though, I know what I'm doing. I knew what I was doing when I put you five sorry lot together, so I know how I'm going to fix this. The five of you are going to spend the next hour here, not practicing, but bonding with each other."

Liam raised an eyebrow, unsure of Simon's tactics. "How exactly will this help us?"

"I can guarantee you that if you guys don't get along, then you won't make it pass the Judge's House," Simon warned the boys. "I've rejected many contestants in the past and I won't be afraid to turn you guys down, even if I put you boys together."

"But Niall and I didn't do anything," Harry spoke up.

"Yeah, you didn't do anything to fix this little problem," Simon said, shooting Harry down, "which is why you two will be joining these three blokes as well."

Harry sighed, hearing Niall groan in frustration next to him. They weren't part of the problem, so the curly-haired boy didn't want to spend time "bonding" with the other boys. That could wait for when they weren't strapped for time.

"So, what exactly do you want us to do?" Zayn asked the judge.

"I want you guys to bond with each other," Simon told them simply.

"Yeah, I get that," Zayn shot back rather rudely, "but what exactly do we do?"

"I don't know," Simon said bluntly. "Figure it out." With that, the X-Factor judge walked out of the room, slamming the door and leaving the five boys by themselves.

"I'm still not sure what to do," Zayn said, sighing and taking a seat.

Liam did the same, sitting next to Zayn. "Yeah, he was very vague."

"We can just tell each other random shit about ourselves," Niall spoke up.

"That's stupid," Louis said with a snicker. "Honestly, this bonding shit isn't going to do anything for us."

"Well, I would take his advice," Harry piped. "Simon has been doing this for a while, so I think it's better if we listen."

"Yeah, plus the point of bonding with one another is to get to know each other better, so I say we go with Nialler's idea," Liam added.

The blonde blushed at the nickname he had just received. "Yeah, so everyone good with that?"

"We already did this when they put us together," Louis retorted, rolling his eyes. "We already know a bunch of shit about each other."

"Then think of something new to say," Zayn snapped.

"Alright, I'll go first," Harry intervened, stopping another argument. "Okay, uh, I'm Harry, as you should know by now, and my favorite food are tacos and I have two sets of nipples."

Zayn's eyes went wide. "What the fuck?"

"Is that even possible?" Liam asked.

Louis tilted his head in curiosity. "Even I don't have anything to say about this."

Niall gave Harry a weird look, before shaking his head. "Err, okay, thanks for sharing Harry. I guess I'll go next, then. Uh, okay, so I'm Niall and I like to eat and my favorite restaurant is Nando's."

"Well, considering the first time we met, you told us that you liked food, so that was pretty weak," Louis retorted, making Niall flinch.

Liam was getting pretty tired of Louis' attitude, but he held his tongue. "Alright, so I'm Liam and I only have one kidney and I used to do boxing."

"Wait, are you any good?" Harry asked.

"Eh, I wouldn't call myself an expert," Liam replied modestly, "but you better watch your mouth, Tomlinson."

Niall, Harry, and Zayn giggled a bit at Liam's little threat, easing the tension in the room. Louis just let out an awkward chuckle, not sure if the younger boy meant it, or not.

"Okay, I'll go next," Zayn started. "So, my name is Zayn and I like to draw and doodle random things in my spare time. Also, if you guys haven't noticed already, I like to sleep a lot."

"Yeah, we noticed," Niall pointed out, snickering a bit, receiving a playful glare from the older boy.

"Okay, so I guess I'm last then," Louis said. "Uh, I'm not exactly sure what I should say that I haven't already said. Let's see, uh, I like to play football and I'm ticklish, I don't know."

At the sound of Louis' confession, Liam and Zayn looked at each other, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Really? That's all you had to say?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

"And you thought mine was bad," Niall said.

"No, guys, I think Louis' was the best of all," Liam commented with a smirk, approaching the older boy.

"Yeah, it wasn't too bad," Zayn said, following suit.

The feather-haired boy looked at the two younger lads warily, giving Harry and Niall a confused look as to what was happening. The brunette and the blonde gave the eldest a shrug, bewildered as well. Before he knew it, Zayn and Liam pounced on Louis, toppling over with him. The older boy began to fight back, wildly flailing his arms, but Liam sent a quick blow to the Doncaster lad's stomach, knocking the wind out of Louis and stunning him for a brief second. Soon enough, they were able to restrain the squirming boy, Zayn sitting on top of his arms, with Liam holding his ankles secure.

"What exactly are you guys doing?" Harry questioned, ignoring the protests from Louis.

"Well, Louis said he was ticklish, so we're going to test it out," Zayn informed the younger boy with a sly grin.

"Plus, he needs to be taken down a peg, or two," Liam commented, ripping off the TOMs to reveal two wriggling bare feet.

Louis watched in horror as Harry smiled at the idea and took a seat next to his upper-body. "No! Come on, guys! I'm sorry, I swear!"

Liam looked over at the the blonde, who was still sitting in the same spot. "You wanna join in, Nialler?"

"W-Well, I don't think this is what Simon meant by bonding," Niall explained.

"Sure it is," Harry reassured the Irish boy, poking Louis' stomach. "He's laughing, so he must be having a good time."

"Shuhuhut the fuck up!" Louis giggled, trying to move his body away from Harry's fingers.

"Besides, you can consider it revenge on Louis, since he yelled at you earlier," Liam coaxed.

Niall seemed to contemplate the offer for a second, before getting up and walking over to the rest of the lads. Liam gave the younger boy a devilish smile, before letting Niall take hold of one of Louis' legs.

"No, guys, this isn't fair!" Louis began squirming again, but the boys just tightened their grip.

"Should have thought of something better to say," Zayn remarked, walking two fingers down one of Louis' armpits.

Louis started shaking his head and giggling like a madman the minute he could feel Harry's hands spidering all over his stomach, combined with Zayn's armpit tickling. "Ahahahahahaha! Stohohohop, please!"

The tickling didn't stop, though, because soon enough, Louis could feel Liam's finger scribbling all over his right sole, amping his laughter ten-fold. "SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! LIAM STOP!"

"Why? Can't take a bit of tickling, Louis?" Liam taunted, zigzagging his fingers all over the twitching sole.

Niall wasn't sure how to go about tickling the older boy. The blonde had never bothered tickling someone before, since he was the one being tickled by his older brother, so he never thought he'd be placed in a situation like this in the first place. However, he did notice the wiggling toes, which he guessed could be ticklish. Pulling them back, Niall scribbled along the soft flesh, causing an ear-splitting shriek to ring throughout the room.

"I don't know what you're doing over there, Niall, but good job," Zayn commented.

"Thanks," Niall replied sheepishly, wiggling his fingers in between the spazzing toes.

Meanwhile, Liam copied Niall, but instead of attacking the digits like the younger boy, Liam had settled into just taking his fingers up and down the taut sole, driving Louis crazy. Over by Harry, the curly-haired boy had lifted up Louis' shirt just enough to expose the older lad's ribs. With the song that they were supposed to be practicing in mind, Harry fiddled his fingers along the ribs to the tune, creating much torture for the ticklee. Finally, Zayn was sliding his fingers around the base of Louis' neck. This was especially agonizing to the eldest because he could see the hands moving around, but he could do nothing to stop them.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! OH GOD! STAHAHAHAP!"

As much as he wanted to torment the boy, Liam released the ankle, the rest following suit. They watched as Louis breathed heavily, panting for any oxygen he could muster.

"F-Fuck you guys," Louis spat out.

"Heh, looks like big bad Louis is ticklish," Zayn said, smirking while doing so.

"I bet you are too!" The feather-haired boy quickly jabbed Zayn in the side, causing the Pakistani boy to flinch.

"S-Stop!" Zayn tried to hold in the giggles, but it was hard not to.

"See, you are!" Louis continued to throw several jabs at the raven-haired boy, forcing Zayn to move around.

"Well, I think we all know what to do at this point," Liam announced suddenly.

Harry, Niall, and Louis all knew what Liam was referring to. Unfortunately, Zayn did as well, making him cower in fear. Soon enough, Zayn was pinned down by the others, with Liam trapping his arms, Louis by his chest, and Harry and Niall both with an ankle. The two boys at his feet tugged off the combat boots and cotton socks and started scribbling all over the soles, making Zayn squirm and giggle a bit, but not much else.

"Not very ticklish here," Harry commented, drawing rapid circles over the arch.

"How about here?" Louis lifted up the shirt and started squeezing each side, which caused the squirming to grow a bit stronger, but that was all.

Seeing as how nothing was causing much of a reaction, Liam decided to try a bit. Without any build up, the brunette started raking his fingers up and down the armpits. Combined with the side and foot tickling, the armpit tickling still didn't cause Zayn to do much, unlike Louis, who was practically screaming his head off.

"You guhuhuhuhys can stohohohop nohohohow!" The tickling wasn't too bad for Zayn, but he was afraid it was only going to become worse.

Niall released the leg he was holding, giving it to Harry to take care of. "I'm gonna try somewhere else, since nothing is really working. " The blonde boy began thinking of other areas that he found to be ticklish whenever Greg tickled him. The Irish boy slid over to Zayn's knees without being noticed by the older boy, since his eyes were closed from trying to tone down the ticklish sensations. He moved the leg of Zayn's pants up a bit to reveal his kneecap, squeezing the area around it a bit.

The minute Zayn felt his knee being tickled, his eyes flew open, shrieking in ticklish agony. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!"

"Heh, good job, Nialler," Liam told the boy.

Niall continued to tickle over the sensitive area, creating hysterical laughter from the older boy. The young lad found that the best spot was under the knees, creating knee-jerk reactions. While Niall was busy tickling one part of Zayn's legs, Harry was having trouble holding down both feet, but he still did his best to explore every inch of the soles. Louis had decided that raspberries were fun and were the best method of getting as much laughter out of the ticklee. The vibrations along his stomach would cause the boy to squeal, sounds the other three boys thought they would never hear from Zayn. Although the armpit tickling from Liam wasn't really doing much to Zayn, it made it hard for the other boy to brace the other waves of ticklishness shooting up to his head from other places.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!"

Feeling bad, since he was pretty sure they tickled him longer than Louis, Niall stopped his assault on Zayn's knees. The other three boys tickled Zayn a little bit longer, which wasn't so bad after Niall stopped, but they soon released the Bradford boy, allowing him to have a breather.

"This isn't too bad; it's actually kind of fun," Liam commented. "Alright, who wants to go next?"

"You, since you asked," Louis told the younger boy rather bluntly.

Liam's face immediately dropped. He was having so much fun tickling the other guys that he forgot he too would be subject to the torture. "Eh, actually, we can just stop right here."

"Heh, someone's scared," Harry taunted, advancing towards the older lad.

Louis got up, ready to pounce. He had to admit that gang-tickling each other was kind of fun, especially since he already had his turn. Since he was the first one, Louis would make sure that all the other boys would feel his wrath.

Before Niall, Harry, and Louis could jump him, Liam made a swift turn, allowing him to dodge the three zombie-like boys. However, what Liam wasn't expecting was to be intercepted by Zayn, who he had totally forgotten about. Both Liam and Zayn went toppling over, with the older boy on top of Liam's chest, preventing the brunette from escaping.

"Nohoho, we don't have to do this," Liam pleaded, giggling a bit from anticipation. He could already feel Harry and Louis tugging off his Converse and socks, exposing his feet to the eager boys.

Niall had gathered up the two bulky arms, holding them down, allowing Zayn to attack the stretched out upper-body. He began using his fingers to spider all over the toned stomach, causing the former boxer to squirm.

"Ahahahaha! Stahahahahp!" It was only light tickling, but Liam was already being reduced to giggles.

"Already reduced to giggling like a school girl," Harry said, circling the heel in slow motion.

"Nohohohohoho! Guhuhuhuhuys! Plehehehease!"

Harry and Zayn ignored the pleas and continued the torment. While Harry was moving his fingers against the rough heel at a more moderate pace, Louis went wild, his fingers blazing all over the captive foot. He watched as Liam's foot twitched and spazzed with each movement, creating ticklish laughter to elicit throughout the room. Soon enough, Niall added in his own tickling, tracing over the collarbone.

"AHAHAHAHA! LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO!" Liam didn't know he was this ticklish, since he was barely tickled as a kid. The torture was already unbearable and they hadn't even found his worst spot.

Zayn, however, was an adventurous lad and explored the rest of Liam's midsection, hitting the ribs, or Liam's sweetspot. "Looks like we got a winner, boys!" The raven-haired boy attacked Liam's most sensitive spot, causing the lad to howl in ticklish agony.

"SHIHIHIHIHIT! STOP! STAHAHAHAHAP!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears, though, as each boy continued to tickle the poor lad. Niall explored every inch of his neck, creating a terribly irritating sensation. Meanwhile, Harry had started to speed up, going crazy over the sole. Louis was still blitzing over the foot, leaving no area untouched. Finally, Zayn was treating Liam's ribs like a piano, finding joy out of creating each musical shriek and squeal.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! IT HUHUHUHURTS!"

At the sound of his words, the boys finally released the brunette, allowing him to recover. Liam laid on the floor, desperately trying to regain his breath. The tickling had practically set his lung on fire, from lack of oxygen.

"That... That was terrible," Liam told the guys.

"Now you know how it feels," Zayn said, eyeing the two remaining boys that still have yet to receive their tickling. "Which one of you wants to go next?"

Both Niall and Harry tried not to make eye contact with the other guys, hoping the other would get picked. Before the others could make a decision, Harry whipped around an jabbed Niall in the stomach, forcing a squeak from the older blonde. Niall immediately looked up at the other boys to see their devilish smirks, hungry for a new victim. The blonde's eyes widened with horror the minute each one started inching towards him. He didn't bother struggling when he was pinned down because if any of his experiences with Greg taught him anything, it was to stay still and let the torture go through, for moving would only waste the precious energy he could use to gather oxygen.

"You ready for this, Niall?" Zayn asked, stripping the foot of the white Supra, but leaving the sock.

"N-No," the Irishman stammered. He never liked being tickled, but Greg always got a kick out of it.

"Well, that's unfortunate," Louis told the younger boy, ripping off the other shoe and sock.

Liam took a spot by Niall's chest, while Harry held down his arms, exposing the hairless armpits, thanks to Niall's tank top. Soon, Niall felt his shirt being lifted up, exposing his stomach for the fingers that were soon wiggling over his chest.

"Ahahahaha," Niall giggled, like a schoolboy.

"Aww, ticklish baby," Liam teased, circling his finger, drawing closer to the bellybutton every second.

Niall shook his head, expecting the explosion of laughter that would ensue the minute Liam dipped his finger into his navel. However, the blonde let out a high-pitched squeak, caused by Louis, who had pulled back his toes and started exploring the soft flesh underneath, much like what Niall had done to him.

"How does it feel like to be on the receiving end?" Louis asked sarcastically, shoving his wiggling fingers in between each toe, driving Niall insane.

'I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORY!" Niall let out a shriek when he felt Liam's finger finally reach into his bellybutton, erupting with laughter.

Zayn, over at the other foot, didn't particularly like feet and he didn't understand why he chose Niall's foot in the first place. He settled with a light rubbing movement over the socked sole, causing tingling sensations to shoot up Niall's leg, which were drowned out by Liam and Louis' tickling. What drove the young blonde over the edge, though, was when Harry finally jumped in, going in for the kill and raking his dull fingernails over the pale pits. This absolutely destroyed Niall, causing him to go ballistic.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHARRY DOHOHOHOHOHONT!"

By now, Liam had moved over to tickling the sides. He would squeeze one, causing Niall to move into his other hand that was waiting on the other side. This was extremely torturous for the young Niall, for he was constantly being tickled, no matter how hard he tried to ease it. Louis was still tormenting the wiggling toes, squeezing each one, forcing Niall to let out girlish squeals every time. Zayn, on the other hand, had finally stripped off the sock, deciding to deal with it. He actually didn't mind feet as much as he thought he did. Moving his fingers lightly against the sole, Zayn actually thought that the plush foot felt nice and soft against his fingertips. Finally, Harry was having much fun, causing the most agony for Niall. He would use both hands on one hollow, moving over to the other one before one hollow could desensitize.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STOHOHOHOHOP!" All this tickling reminded Niall of all the tickle attacks he had to endure with his brother. It was so bad that he sometimes thought he saw Greg's face over the other boys' faces, much to the blonde's horror.

"Guys, I think we need to stop," Harry told the other boys, once he realized Niall had fallen into silent laughter.

The other three looked over at Niall, who had tear tracks on his face that was caused by all the tickling. The small boy looked absolutely exhausted and drained, with his face puffy and red.

"You alright, Nialler?" Liam asked, examining the blonde.

"Yeah... I'm good," Niall panted, fixing his hair from laughing his head off.

"Ready to move onto Harry?" Louis looked over at the youngest, watching him, so he didn't try to make any attempt to escape.

The curly-haired boy shrugged, already accepting his fate. "I'll go through with it, since everyone else had to."

Everyone took their respective positions once Harry made himself comfy on his back. He even took off his own shoes and socks, just to save them the effort. Niall sat on his arms, Zayn and Liam at his feet, and Louis at his chest. The green-eyed boy could feel fingers running across his ribs, causing him to burst into heavy giggles. Zayn and Liam used the distraction caused by Louis to attack the boy's feet, catching him off guard and making Harry squirm and struggle a bit. Finally, Niall had decided to attack Harry's pits, much like how Harry had done to him. He would continuously switch off between each one, to keep them from desensitizing.

"Hehehehehehehehe!" Harry was giggling like a madman, his laughter low and raspy. The last time he was tickled was when he was seven, by his older sister, so he had totally forgotten how ticklish he was.

Like what he had did with Zayn, Louis bent over and started blowing raspberries, making Harry's stomach quake. Liam was totally concentrated on tickling the foot in front of him, sliding his fingers over every inch of the sole. Zayn decided that the foot-tickling wasn't enough and he didn't find it as nice as tickling Niall, so he stretched out the leg, keeping it immobile, and squeezed the area around Harry's knee. Harry desperately wanted to move his leg, but since Zayn was keeping it stretched taut, he could do nothing, but be forced to take Zayn's attack. Niall continued to rake his fingers over Harry's armpits, causing the curly-haired boy much discomfort, but nothing too unbearable.

"Ahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop!" Harry was glad he wasn't as ticklish as the other boys, which meant they wouldn't be able to use it against him so much. The tickling was agonizing, but not unbearable.

Niall, however, was unsatisfied with his current spot. His hands started to slowly trail upwards to Harry's neck. Much to Harry's surprise, he could feel the ticklish sensations growing stronger the more the pale fingers moved upwards.

"AhahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Harry burst out with hysterical laughter once Niall hit his neck. He didn't even know people could be that ticklish there, let alone himself.

"Looks like we got you now, Styles," Niall remarked, moving his fingers all over the ticklish neck.

Harry could do nothing to respond, continuously laughing and shaking his head to avoid the blonde's fingers. The sensations from his neck were so overpowering that he could barely feel the other boys tickling him.

The more Niall tickled the sensitive area, the more Harry thrashed and struggled. Soon enough, he was able to throw the tiny blonde off his arms, freeing himself. The others stopped, realizing that the youngest had had enough. Once he had his breather, Liam gave his hand to Harry, helping the curly-haired boy up.

"Alright, what time is it?" Zayn asked the five.

Louis pulled out his phone and hit the home button. "We went a little over the hour Simon told us to spend."

"Alright, so we did enough "bonding" for today?" Harry asked.

"Hey, that actually wasn't too bad," Liam told the other four. "Well, I had fun."

The others shrugged, not wanting to admit it, but the tickling wasn't too bad. It would have been worse had they not been given the chance to get each other back, but all in all, they couldn't say they despised it. Plus, everyone had stopped fighting for the day.

"So, I guess we talk to Simon about what to do now?" Zayn asked the others.

"Guess so," Niall replied.

The five boys went over to put their socks and shoes on, sometimes giving each other a playful poke, or jab, just for a quick tickle. Afterwards, they all stepped out, ready for tomorrow's practice and their performance at the judge's house.
Request for :iconvickyniall913:

This one didn't turn out as great as I thought it would, but good enough. Also, I didn't know how to properly end this, so you guys get a half-assed conclusion.
But yeah, here's one that involves more tickling, since I felt kind of bad that my last few didn't really have that much.
Don't know what else to say, so enjoy~
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