1D Fanfic: Tickle Sadist

“Harry, Harry, I’m not so scary. Show yourself and see; just play with me!”

The curly-haired boy listened to Zayn repeat his incantation over and over from behind the couch. Over the past few days, the older boy had developed this obsession with sadistically tickling the green-eyed boy, making sure to tickle Harry until he cried. Zayn always made sure to stop when he thought one of the other band mates were nearby because he didn’t want any of them to think he was psycho. Unfortunately for Harry, he had to share a hotel room with the sadist and he knew that Zayn would show no mercy, since the other three boys were staying in the other penthouse in the hotel across from theirs.

“Hazza, I just want to hear your sweet laugh,” Zayn said, checking in between the double beds.

Harry could hear his friend’s footsteps slowly approaching the couch. The boy shut his eyes, knowing that Zayn would eventually find him. Soon enough, Harry felt himself being dragged out from behind the couch by the collar of his shirt. He yelped as he was thrown onto his bed. The younger boy opened his eyes to see Zayn standing in front of him on the bed, one hand behind his back.

The older boy bent down until he was looming over Harry. “Hey, guess what I bought while I was out today.” Zayn moved his hand from behind his back to reveal a roll of duct tape.

Harry’s green eyes widened as he realized what the tape was for. “No, Zayn, please don’t!”

The raven ignored his friend’s pleas and immediately grabbed the smaller lad’s two hands. Zayn ripped off a piece of duct tape and tied Harry’s wrists securely behind his back. The hazel-eyed boy then moved down to Harry’s feet and used another piece of duct tape to tie them together. All the while, Harry was begging and whimpering. Zayn had never restrained him like this before. Usually, he’d just pin Harry down, which gave Harry the chance to escape. Now, though, Harry would be unable to escape from Zayn’s wrath.

Zayn seemed to notice Harry’s worried look, for it was worse than usual. “Don’t worry, Curly. Now, you won’t have to wasted so much energy struggling.”

Before the brunette could speak up, Zayn jabbed his finger into Harry’s bellybutton, causing a surprised squeak to escape from Harry’s mouth. For a second, the younger lad could have sworn he saw the devil’s face appear over Zayn’s before his tickling ordeal began. Zayn immediately attacked Harry’s sides, causing a stream of giggles to flow from the boy’s mouth.

“Coochie coochie coo,” Zayn taunted as he squeezed the boy’s sides.

“Ahahahahahaha plehehehehehehease,” Harry begged, trying his best to ignore the taunts.

The older boy just brushed off his friend’s pleas and moved over to his stomach, causing Harry’s giggles to grow heavier. Zayn didn’t know why he liked to tickle his friend so much. Maybe it was because Harry never said anything, or because Harry was the youngest and just easier to bully. Whatever the case, Zayn was enjoying himself and didn’t think much of it.

“Nohohohohohoho mohohohohohohohore! Plehehehehehease,” Harry pleaded, his giggles slowly turning into laughter.

Once again, Zayn brushed off Harry’s begging and decided to move in for the kill. He positioned himself next to Harry’s head, giving the boy a little breather. After a few seconds, he started gliding his fingers over the boy’s neck, causing Harry to start bucking. His laughter immediately changed from deep giggles to a high-pitched laugh.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Harry practically screamed.

Zayn enjoyed seeing his friend suffer in ticklish agony. To his disappointment, though, the older boy’s phone went off, causing him to stop Harry’s torture. The green-eyed boy panted as he listened to Zayn’s part of the conversation. After a minute, Harry felt himself being pulled up and his arms freed.

“What… what are you doing?” Harry asked, rubbing his wrists.

“The others want to go to lunch, so I had to end our little session early,” Zayn told his friend.

As Harry unwrapped his ankles, he thanked whatever heavenly being there was. After pulling on his shoes, he ran out the door and followed Zayn, making sure to keep his distance, just in case there was a surprise attack. The elevator ride down to the lobby was awkward between the two, but thankfully, it was over before Harry knew it. The minute the elevator door, Harry rushed out, hurrying to be with the others.

“Hey, guys!” Harry greeted enthusiastically.

The other three boys greeted Harry with equal enthusiasm. They all stood up at once, but it’s like they were looking at something behind their friend. Suddenly, Harry felt a jab to both his sides, causing the boy to shriek and jump nearly a foot in the air. The curly-haired boy whipped around and saw Zayn standing behind him, a devilish grin plastered on his face. Harry turned around again to see Liam and Louis laughing at his girlish reaction. Niall, on the other hand, was eying Zayn and Harry suspiciously.

“Err… let’s just go get food,” Harry said quickly, trying to remove the attention from him.

The others laughed as they gathered into a taxi, eager for long-awaited food.

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“Hey, Liam,” Niall called out, his mouth full of food.

Liam looked at the boy as he walked back from the garbage can.

“High five!” Niall cried out excitedly.

The brunette lifted his hand in the air, a confused look on his face. Niall quickly hit Liam’s hand, letting go of the trash in his hand into the hand of his older band mate. Liam gave his friend a glare before walking to the garbage can again.

“So,” Louis started, “ready to go boys?”

The other four nodded and murmured their responses. They left the small sandwich shop with happy tummies. Niall noticed Harry walking behind the others, so he decided to make conversation with the younger boy.

“Is something wrong, Haz?” Niall asked, surprising his friend.

“No, no, everything is fine,” Harry reassured his friend.

“Are you sure? It seems like you’ve been avoiding Zayn lately.”

Harry looked at his friend with wide eyes. “Is it really that obvious?”

Niall shrugged his shoulders. “Well, during lunch, you seemed really uncomfortable sitting next to him. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Harry shook his head, his curls bobbing around. “It’s just… embarrassing.”

“Tell you what; I’ll room with Zayn at the next hotel we stay at.”

Harry looked at Niall, thankful that they were friends. “Really? You have no idea how happy I’d be if you did.”

Niall gave the younger boy a grin. “Of course I’d do it, Haz! That’s what friends are for!”

Harry returned the smile, finally reassured. The two chatted while waiting for a cab. Ever since it started, Harry finally felt safe from Zayn’s torment for once.

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The next day, the boys finally boarded their tour bus and took off to their next destination. Every once in a while, Zayn would squeeze Harry’s sides, or brush his fingers along his neck when the other boys weren’t looking. This would bug Harry to know end and the boy would check his back every now and then to make sure Zayn wasn’t there to surprise him.

After a long day of traveling, the boys finally went off to their respective bunks. It took a while, but Harry managed to drift off into slumber. When he woke up again, he realized he wasn’t in his bunk, but back at their previous hotel on his bed again. Harry tried to get up, but he soon realized that his arms were tied behind his back like the other day. His ankles were also tied. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and Zayn walked out, a devious grin on his face. He stood facing Harry, the grin never leaving his face. Harry shook in fear and anticipation, knowing very well what was to come.

“How about,” Zayn started, “we finish what we started?”

Harry shook his head, but Zayn stepped forward anyway and pulled at Harry’s ankles, putting them in a headlock and stripping them bare. The brunette shivered as he felt the cool air around his feet. Without warning, Zayn started scribbling his nails over the pink soles, sending Harry into a fit of laughter.

“Ahahahahahahahaha Zahahahahahahahyn nohohohohohohoho!”

Zayn ignored his friend and kept tickling his feet for a few more minutes. After a while, the hazel-eyed lad got bored and moved up next to Harry’s head.

“Please nohohohohoho,” Harry giggled in anticipation.

Soon enough, Harry was screaming in ticklish agony as Zayn quickly sped his fingers around his neck. The curly-haired boy wanted so badly for the dream, more like nightmare, to be over, but for some reason, his body was refusing to wake up.

“Harry!”

Harry’s eyes flew open to the familiar Irish voice. He turned over to see Niall standing by his bunk, his blonde hair a mess.

“Sorry for waking you, but you didn’t seem too well,” Niall whispered to his friend. “You looked like you were having a nightmare.”

Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “No, it’s alright, Niall. I was having a nightmare, so thanks for waking me.”

Niall nodded his head slowly. “Well, sleep tight, Curly.”

The Irishman headed back to his bunk, allowing Harry to tuck himself back into bed. The boy was left undisturbed by anymore nightmares that night.

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Eventually, the tour bus reached its destination. The five boys split into two groups for the two hotels. Harry immediately joined Liam and Louis, causing Zayn to shoot daggers at his younger friend. Niall just dragged the older boy away, making sure to wave goodbye to his friends.

“Has anyone else noticed that Zayn’s been acting weird lately?” Liam asked his roommates, pulling on his pajamas.

“Eh… maybe, but he seems fine,” Louis told his friend, jumping into bed.

Harry just gave them a shrug. He felt his phone go off in his pocket and checked his messages. What he read both confused and disturbed him.

Zayn: harry I thought we were friends… well that’s ok because niall and I are having a blast… I think you should come over though… im getting quite bored

Harry stuffed the phone into his pocket and pulled on his shoes. “Uh… I’m going for a walk, guys. Gonna explore and stuff.”

“Make safe choices!” Louis snickered as Harry bolted out the door.

Harry ran across the street to the neighboring hotel, the one that Zayn and Niall were staying at. He waited patiently as the elevator slowly made its way up the building, finally reaching the penthouse. The curly-haired boy quickly strode over to the door and began to rapidly knock on the door. Harry could hear footsteps approach the door as he waited with anticipation. Soon enough, the door was opened to reveal Zayn and his devious grin.

“Welcome!” Zayn greeted with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Please, come in, Harold.”

Zayn walked back into the dark room. Harry, not wanting any surprises, slowly crept against the wall and felt for a light switch. When he found one, he immediately flicked it. To the brunette’s horror, he saw Niall tied to a chair. The blonde’s face was tear-stricken, cheeks beet red. Harry noticed that Niall was gasping for air.

“Harry,” Zayn said suddenly, breaking the boy out of his thoughts, “since we aren’t roommates, I had to tickle little Nialler here. However, I’ll make you both a deal. If you let me tickle you, then I’ll let Niall free. Deal?”

“Harry…” the blonde panted weakly.

Zayn’s deal ensued a mental battle within Harry’s mind. If he allowed Zayn to tickle him, then Niall would be let free. Harry had always had a good heart, so this seemed like the right option. However, Zayn already seemed royally pissed that Harry had tried to avoid him. If he allowed Zayn to tickle him, then Zayn would probably go to worse measures to make Harry’s life a living hell.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts as a high-pitched laughter spread throughout the room. The green-eyed lad looked over at the other two boys to see Zayn digging his fingers into Niall’s armpits. Niall was already tired, so instead of trying to fight, he just threw his head back and laughed.

“Harry, hurry up! I don’t think our little friend can last any longer,” Zayn informed Harry.

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it!” Harry yelled over his friend’s laughter.

Zayn’s devious grin returned to his. He pointed at another chair next to Niall and motioned Harry to sit in it. The brunette did as he was told and sat, listening to the sound of duct tape being wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Zayn stood back and admired his own handiwork, giving the two boys a smirk.

“Okay, now let Niall go!” Harry told the boy in front of him.

Zayn seemed to give it some though, before shaking his head in response. “Nah, two is better than one. Plus, Niall needs to be punished for trying to save you.”

Tears started to form at the corner of Niall’s eyes at the sound of Zayn’s words. Harry was about to protest, but Zayn started tickling Niall’s hollows again, blocking out the sound of Harry’s words.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!” the blonde begged through his laughter.

Zayn smirked at Niall’s laughter. He would move down to Niall’s sides to go easy on the blonde, but then he’d move back to his armpits, which were Niall’s worst spot, to send him back to hell. Harry just watched in horror as his poor friend was tortured to no end. This went on for a few minutes before Zayn got bored. The oldest boy got up and went searching through his bag, pulling out a hairbrush. He went back to Niall and slowly tilted his chair back till the back of the chair was against the floor. The raven knelt down next to Niall and scrubbed the hairbrush on one of the blonde’s bare feet, hitting Niall with a surprise tickle sensation.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Harry looked down at his friend and noticed that his eyes were shut tight. Niall looked like he was in pain from all the tickling. After a few more seconds of Zayn tickling Niall, the Irishman passed out.

“Hmm… I didn’t get the chance to move onto his other foot,” Zayn said as he threw the brush to the side. “Your turn, Styles!”

“You didn’t keep your part of the deal, though!” Harry reasoned with his friend.

Zayn loomed over the boy. “You’re in no position to start arguments. Are we clear?”

Harry opened his mouth to continue, but Zayn quickly attacked the boy’s stomach. The younger lad started thrashing around to try and avoid the invading fingers, but he was unable to.

“Nohohohohohohoho stohohohohohohop!” Harry pleaded through his laughter.

“I don’t know why you guys keep telling me to stop,” Zayn told his friend, lifting up his shirt. “Hasn’t happened before, isn’t going to happen now.”

Before Harry could start protesting again, Zayn quickly bent down and gave the younger boy the biggest raspberry he could. Harry screeched with laughter, trying to avoid Zayn’s face, but he knew it was futile. Zayn kept blowing raspberries into the boy’s stomach, enjoying every minute of laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO OH GAHAHAHAHAD!”

Zayn lifted up his head to take a breath before giving Harry one final raspberry. By the end of it, Harry had turned into a puddle of giggles and laughter. The brunette opened his eyes, only to realize that Zayn was no longer in front of him. He started to freak out, until he felt fingers digging into his armpits from behind.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Harry threw back his head in laughter, messing up his curls.

“Hmm… surprise attacks seem to work well,” Zayn commented.

Zayn stopped tickling the boy for a moment and walked back to his bag. He rummaged through it before pulling out what seemed to be a black handkerchief. Zayn walked back over to Harry and held up the cloth in front of the brunette’s eyes. Harry tried to move his head around to avoid the cloth, but was unsuccessful as the handkerchief was tied around his eyes. The younger boy waited in anticipation for Zayn’s attack. Instead, he heard the door to the balcony open and Zayn step out. Seconds later, Harry heard Zayn’s footsteps inside the room again, followed by the closing of the door. Harry waited for what seemed like forever, which was actually only a few seconds, before the next attack. Soon enough, Harry felt what seemed like a feather gliding around his neck. Screeches, mixed with laughter, soon filled the room.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHAHACK!”

“Cussing isn’t allowed here, Harold,” Zayn told his friend, but he doubted Harry could hear it over his own laughter.

Zayn slid the feather up Harry’s neck and around the brunette’s ears, just to annoy him. Then, he’d move the feather back down to Harry’s neck, which would cause the boy’s laughter to increase in pitch exponentially. Zayn noticed Harry’s struggles starting to become stronger, for the chair was starting to shake.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHO… AHA…”

Much to Zayn’s disappointment, harry fainted in the chair. Now, he wouldn’t have anyone to tickle. With a sigh, he removed the duct tape from their wrists and ankles and set Niall on his own bed and Harry next to Niall. Zayn knew that they’d both be pissed tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He had fun tonight and that’s all that matter. The older boy decided to just hang out with Liam and Louis. Maybe, Zayn would be able to tickle them too.