One Direction Tickle: Zayn

One Direction Tickle: Zayn

Zayn had just finished a game of football and was on his way back to Louis' flat. He was staying there for a while because the boys had decided to take a few week's break from recording to spend time with their family. Unfortunately for Zayn, his family didn't know they were doing this and went on holiday.

He closed the door behind him and took off his football boots, leaving them at the door. He was going to clean them later. He walked into the living room and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. After a few minutes, he fell asleep.

He woke up a few hours later. He tried to grab the TV remote but he couldn't move his hands. He looked down and saw that his hands were tied to his sides with some thick rope. He looked down and saw that the same type of rope was tied around his ankles.

'Help! Somebody! Someone, please help!' he shouted, hoping someone would hear him. He heard movement behind him and tried to look around. He couldn't. All of a sudden, he felt fingers dig into his sides. It was like he had been electrocuted and arched his back, trying to get away from the ticklish sensation. He tried to think about what kind of burglar would break in and tickle him...

'Louis! Get me out of here now!' he screamed as he put it together. Louis walked around and stood in front of Zayn.

'Nope! I thought I might have a little fun. Especially now that I know you're ticklish.' he said creepily, grinning.

'No! Louis! Please don't! You know how ticklish I am!' Zayn pleaded, trying to wriggle free of the ropes. Louis didn't listen and sat down at Zayn's legs.

'No! Don't Louis! Just let me go!' Zayn tried again. Louis ignored him, again, and started squeezing his legs. Zayn went into hysterics, thrashing about on the couch. Louis paid no attention to this and moved his way down Zayn's legs, to his feet. Zayn was begging Louis desperately but Louis was having too much fun. He started to tickle Zayn's socked feet, getting under the toes and focusing on the arches. Zayn was almost crying with laughter.

'Say, Zayn. Will we take these socks off?' teased Louis. Zayn couldn't speak from exhaustion so just shook his head. Louis pretended not to notice.

'Oh well, if you can't tell me...' he said, pushing the ropes up Zayn's legs so he could get the football socks off. He grabbed the top of one of the socks and tugged on it really hard. The sock came off easily and Louis started playing with Zayn's toes.

'This little piggy went to the market... This little piggy had roast beef...' Louis sang as he wiggled Zayn's toes. Zayn was in hysterics but Louis kept playing with Zayn.

He pulled off Zayn's other sock and did something that would push Zayn over the edge. He put his face closer to Zayn's foot, and started licking it. He dragged his tongue up Zayn's heel, to his sole, to his toes. He did this for a few minutes, even getting his tongue in between Zayn's toes. He then started licking one foot whilst spidering his fingers all over Zayn's other foot. Zayn was beyond hysterics. He was laughing so hard that there was no sound coming out of his mouth. Louis decided to come back to his feet and to move on to his stomach. He lifted up Zayn's football shirt and started swirling his finger in Zayn's bellybutton. Zayn would have struggled but he was too weak from the tickling that he just laughed. Louis then went up further and started tickling Zayn's nipples. He flicked them and tickled them and even licked them. Zayn was ready to faint so Louis left him for a few minutes and brought him a drink. After Zayn was done, Louis went back down to Zayn's feet and started licking them again. He done this for a few minutes before untying Zayn and leaving him to sleep...