Ziam AU: One New Message

Zayn twiddled his fingers, anxiously waiting for a knock on his front door. The raven-haired lad didn't even know why he's so nervous; he already met his new roommate before. After much waiting, Zayn got up and went to the small kitchen, filling a glass of water to quench his parched throat. Sipping slowly, Zayn started going through all the bad things that could happen with the new roommate, despite the conclusion Zayn had made about the lad being a decent fellow. For starters, his new roommate could be some kind of drug dealer, something Zayn didn't want to have to deal with. He could also have some weird disability and although Zayn knows that shouldn't be something to judge another person by, the Bradford boy wouldn't know what to do if his roommate had a seizure in the middle of the day. Finally, there was Zayn's little secret, something he was afraid would come to light.

Zayn didn't know what was wrong with him. He was a very pious lad, never letting anything get in the way of his religious duties. He was on the school's tennis team and one of the best players. Zayn also managed to snag a job, something that's quite difficult to do in the economy's current state. Despite all of this, he still managed to obtain the best grades possible, all while maintaining a social life. Even though he tried to be the best person he could be, Zayn hated the fact he had an obsession, a fetish most would consider to be strange. Zayn Malik was obsessed with tickling, embarrassingly so for him. The hazel-eyed lad knew he should always be himself around his family and friends, but it's not that simple, since most people would label him as a freak and thus, affect his life outside of home. That is why Zayn guards his little secret at all costs.

Suddenly, a knock could be heard throughout the small and cozy, flat, snapping Zayn out of his thoughts. Swiftly, he set the empty glass down on a counter and headed to the door, fixing his shirt and running his hand through his soft hair. Not bothering to check the peephole, Zayn moved his hand towards the doorknob. He had to grab his wrist with his other hand, since the one he was using to open the door was trembling so much. Controlling himself, Zayn finally managed to open the door to the outsider.

To his shock and confusion, a small Hispanic girl with two long pigtails was standing in front of her, not a lad his age. The girl had a sky blue top with puffy white sleeves and a matching skirt, accompanied by white stockings, black flats, and black sash that had several pins, badges and a name tag with the name "Mandy" scribbled in purple marker. Her eyes were slightly red and it looked she was crying, based off the tear stains on her face. Standing not too far from the small child was a middle-aged woman, who Zayn assumed was the mom.

Zayn crouched down to reach eye-level with the girl. "Uh, hi, what can I do for you?"

The child rubbed at her eyes and sniffled a little before speaking. "W-Wanna buy some cookies, mister?"

Zayn frowned, not really being a fan of sweets. "Sorry, I don't really eat cookies."

At the sound of Zayn's answer, Mandy began to tear up, trying to keep her falling tears under control. "O-Okay."

The sight of the girl's heartbroken, yet adorable, face broke Zayn to pieces. He immediately pulled out his wallet and handed the girl a random amount of money. "Just give me whatever that'll get me. I don't really care what you give me."

Mandy's eyes seemed to brighten immediately at Zayn's offer. She took the money from the lad and ran to her mother, handing her mom the money she had received. She said a few words in a different language Zayn couldn't understand and took two boxes of cookies from a large bag her mother was holding. She then skipped back over to Zayn and handed him the two boxes of cookies.

"Thanks," Zayn told the girl as he took the two boxes in his arms.

"Thank you, mister!" Mandy yells as she walks away with her mother, tears still on the edge of her chubby cheeks, but a big smile plastered on her face.

Zayn gave the two a wave, before shutting the door. He sighed and looked at the two random boxes of cookies he received, frowning when he realized they were called "Cinnamon Bites". The Pakistani boy was allergic to cinnamon, so he couldn't even eat them if he wanted to, for whatever odd reason.

Zayn was about to set the two boxes of cookies on the counter, when there was another knock on the door. Already frustrated, since he was practically gypped out of his money, Zayn marched up to the door and pulled it open. His annoyed expression changed back to anxious when he saw who it was this time.

"Afternoon," the familiar brunette greeted Zayn. He was dressed in a tight white v-neck, allowing Zayn to see the outline of his six-pack, black skinny jeans, white Converses, with a black wristband and a grey suitcase in hand.

"Uh, hi," Zayn stuttered. "H-How are you, Za- wait, no, that's my name. I meant Liam, yeah, Liam. How are you, Liam?"

During Zayn's awkward welcoming, Liam was laughing the whole time. "Yeah, I'm fine, but I don't know if you are."

Zayn madly blushed, mentally slapping himself. "Just come in."

"Alrighty then," Liam responds, pulling his suitcase through the door. "I have more stuff in my car, so I'll just set this in my room and get the other things later."

"Okay then," Zayn says, following Liam to his new bedroom. "By the way, do you want these cookies? They're Cinnamon Bites"

Liam shook his head at the offer. "Nah, I'm good. Allergic to cinnamon."

"Woah, me too!" Zayn exclaimed.

"Really? I don't really like anything sweet anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter to me anyway."

"I don't eat sugary stuff either!"

Liam's eyes widened. "Wow, this is really weird."

The two boys spent the whole entire day unpacking Liam's belongings and helping the brunette settle into his new home. During the whole afternoon, the two chatted, talking about their interests and hobbies, growing closer as friends.

---

Zayn arrived at his flat, dragging his feet to his room. He slipped out of his skinny jeans and shirt and put on something more comfortable. Going over to his desk, he opened up his laptop and accessed his Twitter account, scrolling through his newsfeed, before typing out a new tweet.

'Love taking a three-hour psych midterm next to a guy with BO #igotthatmidtermtimesadness'

After posting his tweet, Zayn opened up a new tab and typed in the address to access what he considered his home on the internet. The Pakistani lad liked to frequent FreakyFetishForums.com, or FFF, as the members liked to call it. The site was a safe haven for those who wanted  to discuss anything about fetishes, with specific forums created for different ones. Having a tickle fetish, Zayn spent most of his time scrolling through the different threads in the tickle forum, discussing anything tickling-related and reading others' experiences. Zayn especially fancied the stories that were told from the ticklee's perspective, since the hazel-eyed lad would much rather prefer being the ticklee in tickle situations, not that he was ever in such a predicament. It was just a fantasy and the stories that were provided were as close as he could ever get.

Hitting his notifications, Zayn began looking through his messages, making sure to respond to each and every one. His face lit up a tiny bit when he saw that he got a message from who he considered to be his best friend on the site. Zayn didn't know his real name, but his friend's username was Mr Wonderful, a name that Zayn thought was truly fitting for his online friend. Zayn, despite being a very creative individual, was unable to come up with anything interesting, so he named himself KlNG, using a capital "L" in place of the "I" because the username for "KING" was already taken.

Opening up the message, Zayn began reading. The conversation had started out with tickling, but devolved into casual talk, with the current topic about how Mr Wonderful was moving from home. Thinking about what to say for a bit, Zayn began typing out his reply.

To: Mr Wonderful

'Have you settled in yet?

It's really weird, since my flat mate just moved in too. He seems like a pretty cool guy too, so I was freaking out for nothing'

Right before he could send the message, Zayn heard his bedroom door fly open from behind. Quickly, he moved his mouse and hit the Twitter tab and began scrolling through his feed, trying to make it seem like he was on Twitter the whole time.

"Dude! Zayn!" Liam came bursting into the room, his phone in hand.

"What now?" Zayn asked in a playfully irritated voice. Liam had a habit of being clumsy and he was always dropping and breaking stuff in their small flat, which would cause Zayn to always poke fun at the brunette, creating childish banter between the two.

"Guess who's per-" Liam starts, but then takes a look at Zayn's computer screen. "Did you just fave your own tweet?"

The Pakistani lad's eyes widened as he actually focused on the screen in front of him, realizing what he had done. "Uh, yeah, why?" he responds, acting as if that was totally normal.

"Yeah, okay," Liam says, brushing off Zayn's strange behavior. "Anyway, Ed Sheeran is supposed to be performing at the campus for free today!"

Zayn immediately stood up from his chair. "No fucking way!"

"Yeah! Hurry up and get ready!"

Zayn immediately ran over to his small closet and began choosing what to wear. He decided a quick shower would be best, so he quickly headed over to the bathroom and started the hot water. Liam left the bedroom a few minutes later, chuckling at the excited lad.

---
From: Mr Wonderful

'Yeah, I'm all settled in (:

Ooohhhh what's he like?
Maybe you can get him to tickle you?'

To: Mr Wonderful

'That's good o;
How's everything there?

Oh, guess what?
I GOT TO SEE ED SHEERAN PERFORM LIVE
AND THEN MEET HIM AFTERWARDS
ALL FOR FREE AT SCHOOL
LIFE IS COMPLETE

What if he thinks I'm a freak though???? Then I'd have to live with him and things would just be really awk .___.'

After sending the message, Zayn shut his laptop and left his room at the sound of his hungry tummy. He went into the small kitchen and opened up the fridge, contemplated making a sandwich, but chose to just microwave a cup of ramen instead. He opened up the small pantry and took one out, lifting the lid to reveal the contents. After pouring the noodles and some water into a bowl, Zayn placed his meal in the microwave and began heating it. He stood there, watching the bowl go round and round, spacing out and oblivious to the incoming tase to his sides.

"Shit!" Zayn squealed, jumping a few inches into the air. He spun around and glared at the chuckling brunette, ready to slap the shit out of him. "Liam!"

"Hahaha, you sounded like a girl!" Liam yelled, running back to his room, before Zayn could actually do anything back.

Zayn just grumbled to himself, before grabbing his bowl of ramen and heading back to his room.

---

From: Mr Wonderful

'Everything's going pretty well! My new roommate is pretty cool too

Holy shit really?????
I got to see him perform live and meet him once... For the price of €50...
Sooooooo lucky though

Well, if he's really bothered by it, then he can just leave, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to go through the trouble of finding another place to stay. Just ask! Who knows... Maybe he likes tickling too'

To: Mr Wonderful

'You should send me pics of your place if you get the chance! Would love to see the new places you're going to (:

I know I consider myself the luckiest person I live omqqqqqqq
I would have just kidnapped him, but there were security guards so better not

But if he decides to stay then it'll be sups awk... I don't want that...
He did tickle me a little yesterday though. It was just a quick poke to my sides, but it was still something'

Zayn sent the message, right before he heard his bedroom door swing open. The raven-haired boy quickly closed the tab for FFF and pretended to continue his research paper about the effects of isolation for sociology, just as Liam looked over him with bag of crisps in his hands.

"Dude," Liam started, stuffing a handful of the barbecue crisps in his mouth, "I've been eating these yesterday and I've actually lost a bit of weight. I thought junk food makes you fat, but I guess not."

Zayn swiveled in his chair to face the brunette. "You do know what that means, right?"

Liam continued to fill his mouth, while listening to Zayn. "Wah?"

"Muscle is heavier than fat. That means all the fat from the junk food you're eating is replacing the muscles in your body." To further convince Liam of his claim, Zayn reached out and squeezed the skin on the back of the brunette's arm. "Starting to get a little flabby there, Li."

Liam started hitting Zayn's hand away from his arm, before poking at the older boy's upper-body in random places, causing Zayn to curl up in a giggling ball on his chair. "What about you, Zayn? Are you growing a muffing top?"

In retaliation to Liam's tickle attack, Zayn launched himself off of his office chair straight into Liam, knocking him into the floor and digging his fingers into the brunette's sides.

"H-Hey!" Liam yelled, totally caught off guard. "Bahahahahastard!"

"How do you like a taste of your own medicine?" Zayn taunts maliciously, digging his fingers rigorously into Liam's stomach.

Despite the giggling mess he was, Liam somehow managed to overpower Zayn and reverse the situation, with Liam now tickling Zayn again. "Looks like I still got a bit of muscle," he told Zayn as he pinned his arms above his head and tickled each armpit.

"Ahahahaha! Mehehehercy!"

"Say sorry!" Liam said as he continued to tickle the squirming body.

"For whahahahahat?!"

"Does there need to be a reason?" Liam began switching off armpits to avoid desensitizing one.

"Alright! I'm sohohohohorry!" Zayn let out, doing his best to escape.

Since he got what he wanted, Liam set Zayn free. Before the older boy could do anything back, Liam ran out of the room as if he his life counted on it, leaving Zayn on the floor.

"Fatass," was all Zayn grumbled.

---

Today was a lazy day for Zayn. No homework and upcoming tests meant sitting around all day and being a lazy couch potato. He had his head relaxed against one of the arms of the couch, his feet comfortably propped up on the other, while checking FFF on his phone.

From: Mr Wonderfui

'Haha what's omq?

If things are going to be awkward between you and him just because of one little thing then you chose the wrong roommate... Your tickle fetish shouldn't be the reason things shut down between you guys. Besides if you never ask then you'll never know'

To: Mr Wonderful

'Everyone always uses omg so my friend and I use omq just because haha

Alright I'm gonna ask him... I'm just afraid of what he'll think... But ok'

After sending the message, Zayn started thinking of ways to ask Liam to tickle him in a full-blown tickle session. It's not everyday someone asks another person to tie them down and tickle them, as that could be taken the wrong way.

As he was thinking, the Pakistani boy heard what sounded like a battle cry near the couch. Liam popped out of nowhere next to Zayn's feet and grabbed the surprised lad's lower limbs, putting his ankles in a headlock and scribbling all over the lightly tanned soles.

"Ahaha! Nohoho Lihihihaham!" Zayn squirmed all over the couch, desperate to escape Liam's fingers, but the brunette kept a strong grip around his ankles.

The tickling didn't last that long, so Liam took a seat next to Zayn, placing the older boy's feet in his lap. "So, any plans today?" Liam casually asked, poking at Zayn's pudgy toes.

"N-No," Zayn stuttered, trying to pull his feet away from Liam's grip when he felt a finger lightly slide down one of his feet. "Uh, Liam, can I ask you something."

"Yeah, of course," Liam replied, poking at Zayn's feet, watching them twitch when he did so.

"Please don't freak out," Zayn started, already starting to turn red from embarrassment, "but, uh, actually, never mind."

"Out with it," Liam demanded.

"No, just forget about it."

As a result of Zayn's response, Liam began raking his fingernails all over Zayn's feet, causing the raven-haired lad to break down into more giggles. "Out with it," Liam simply repeated.

"Ahahaha! Okahahahahay! Stahahahap!"

Liam did as he was told and turned back to face Zayn. "So, what were you going to say?"

Zayn took a moment to catch his breath before speaking to the brunette. "I was, um, wondering if you could, uh, tickle me?"

Liam simply raised his eyebrow and smirked at the older boy. "I already do that all the time, silly."

"No, not like that," Zayn muttered, feeling the blush come back. "Like, tie me down and, uh, tickle me. Like, a lots of tickling. I, uh, actually like that shit, if you, um, couldn't tell already."

"Okay."

Zayn's eyes widened at the short response. "Wait, what?"

"I said 'okay'," Liam replied with a smile. "We can gather the stuff needed and start tonight."

"A-Alright," Zayn stammered. He didn't think it would have been that easy.

Liam pushed Zayn's legs off of him and stood up to stretch. "Zayn, you shouldn't be afraid to ask me anything. We're flatmates for a reason."

Zayn was still too shocked that Liam actually agreed to speak back, so he just nodded.

"Now, come on," Liam told the older boy. "Gotta get things ready."

To say Zayn was ecstatic was more than an understatement.

---

"Is it to late to change my mind?"

"Yup," Liam simply responded, tightening the ropes around Zayn's wrists.

Zayn was both scared and excited, creating a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. Earlier today, the two had gone shopping for the materials they would need and now, Zayn was regretting choosing a variety of tools for Liam to choose from.

The brunette took a couple of steps back, admiring his handiwork and looking over Zayn's almost naked body, his body only clad in basketball shorts. Using the rope they had bought earlier, he had managed to tie Zayn's arms above his head to the bedposts of Zayn's small bed. At the other end, the older boy's ankles were tightly bound together with the same material, with another piece binding his feet to the footboard. A pillow was placed under Zayn's head and stomach, not just for comfort, but for easy access to the upper-body.

"You ready, buddy?" Liam asked, poking at Zayn's slightly toned tummy.

"Y-yeheha," Zayn giggled, nodding a bit.

Liam took a seat in Zayn's office chair and took a green beanie from his desk. "Alright, so I wrote down some tickle spots on a few pieces of paper and threw them in the beanie. I'm just gonna choose random ones and tickle you there, if that's alright."

Zayn just nodded again, already shaking from anticipation.

"Oh, before we start, where are you most ticklish?"

Zayn bit his lip, thinking about it for a second, before responding. "I'd have to say my sides."

Liam nodded at the response, taking the beanie and reaching inside. He took out a small slip of paper and unfolded it, taking a second to read over it. "Alrighty, I got feet first."

Zayn gulped nervously as he watched Liam roll the chair and himself to the foot of the bed. He wiggled his toes and shifted his body anxiously when he felt Liam grab both of his feet with his hands. The older boy could feel the pads of Liam's thumbs rubbing against his soles, the edge of his fingernail occasionally scraping his skin. He could feel Liam's hands slowly make their way up his feet toward his toes, but then slowly come back down. This kept Zayn squirming at all times. The feeling was actually kind of soothing, with a little bit of the ticklish sensation wound within.

"T-This isn't too bahahad," Zayn said.

"Enjoy it while you still can," Liam told his flatmate. "We'll kick it up a notch later."

The massage-like tickles continued for another minute, constantly keeping Zayn on his toes as to when Liam would actually strike. It was a lot sooner than expected for the older boy, though, and he was soon giggling madly as he felt Liam's fingers fly wildly all over the soles of his feet.

"Ahahahaha!" For some reason, Liam was a better tickler than Zayn was expecting. It's like he knew exactly what to do.

"That's more like it," Liam commented, relishing Zayn's laughter. He eventually stopped the tickling to reach into a bag of tools that the two had purchased, pulling out a silky white feather and began to drag it lightly up and down each foot.

"Hehe, this isihihint to bad," Zayn said, feeling the feathery touches along his feet.

Not wanting to keep him in light giggles forever, Liam began to saw the feather in between Zayn's long toes, eliciting more laughter from the older lad. In response to this, Zayn started scrunching his toes, grabbing onto the feather with the digits. To combat this, Liam snapped a rubberband around the Pakistani boy's two big toes, allowing him to thread the feather without opposition.

"Nohohohoho! Hahahaha!" It's not that his feet were unbelievably ticklish, but the fact that Zayn's last form of defense to protect his feet from the feather only seemed to make the tickling worse.

After a while, Liam flipped the feather over, pointing the quill at the tan soles. He then grabbed Zayn's two big toes to keep him from wiggling his feet, rendering them immobile, and started scribbling his feet with the sharp quill, one at a time.

"Shihihihit! Stohohohohop!" Out of everything Liam used so far, the quill was definitely the worse for Zayn.

"I should just keep going, since you asked to be tickled, but I guess it's time to move on," Liam announced, putting the feather down and grabbing the beanie. He shook the hat around a bit, before picking out another slip of paper.

"What is it this time?" Zayn asked from where he lay, having already gained back his breath.

"Your sides," Liam replied with a malicious smirk.

Zayn let out a groan, already feeling Liam begin to straddle his waist. "I wouldn't mind if you just tickled somewhere else."

"Well, you're not really in the position to be making those kind of decision," Liam tells the older boy, playfully squeezing his sides. "Tickle, tickle, Zaynie boy!"

"Nohoho! Ahahaha! Youhuhu ass!" Zayn squealed shifting back and forth to avoid Liam's hands.

Zayn's movements gave the brunette a wonderful idea. He set both of his hands on Liam's sides and squeezed one of them, causing Zayn to react with more high-pitched squealing and squirming. When the older boy would move from the attacking hand over to the other side, Liam would use the other hand to tickle the poor lad, causing Zayn to constantly shift back and forth into each waiting hand. The older boy knew exactly what his flatmate was doing, but he couldn't help move into the waiting hand on the other side, since he was desperate to escape the current tickling hand.

"What if I just did this all day?" Liam asked, watching Zayn squirm and move uncomfortably between each hand. "I actually find it kind of amusing."

"Shut uhuhup!" Zayn squealed, unable to keep his laughter under control.

Eventually, Liam got bored of the little game he created for himself. He started lightly walking his fingers up and down the sensitive flesh. Even though the tickling wasn't much, it still kept Zayn in constant laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Dahahahamn you!"

"That wasn't very nice," Liam commented, beginning to speed up the tickling to a moderate pace.

To his surprise, Zayn's laughter instantly shot up in octaves. Liam found it intriguing, since he had only sped up from light pokes to moderate kneading, but the jump in laughter was huge. To test Zayn's limit, Liam went all out, trying to bring hell to Zayn's most ticklish spot. To the brunette's disappointment, though, Zayn's laughter actually dropped, with the harsher tickling. After this discovery, Liam went back to kneading Zayn's sides, creating the most intense laughter he could get from his flatmate.

"GAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHASTAHAHARD!" The tickling was absolutely torturous for Zayn. When he asked to be tickled, the lad wasn't expecting something like this.

The minute Zayn started coughing, Liam instantly stopped. While he let the raven-haired boy catch his breath, he took the beanie again and picked out another slip. "Next are your armpits."

Zayn sighed with relief. His pits weren't that bad, though, with how surprisingly good Liam was at tickling, there was still a little bit of dread mixed in with the excitement.

The Pakistani boy was immediately snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a whirring sound nearby. He looked back over at Liam to see a devilish grin plastered on his face and an electric toothbrush in his hand.

The look of pure horror was enough to delight the brunette. "You chose this out. Don't you remember?"

"Y-Yeah," Zayn stuttered.

"Then it's only mandatory we use it. Wouldn't want your money to go to waste!"

Before Zayn could protest, Liam immediately stuck the spinning bristles of the device in his left hollow, causing Zayn to howl with laughter. He tried to edge away from the toothbrush, but his restraints would only let him move so far.

"Nohohoho! Stahahahahahap!"

Liam was absolutely loving this. He didn't have to move his hand around at all, allowing the toothbrush to do all the work. The brunette didn't understand why he wasn't utilizing it earlier.

"Stohohohohop! Plehehehease!" Zayn desperately pleaded. The toothbrush had been stuck in his hollow for a few minutes already and it was beginning to become difficult to breathe.

"Alright, alright," Liam said, giving in to Zayn's pleads.

"H-How are you so g-good at this?" Zayn asked, still panting from his latest ordeal.

Liam shrugged before answering. "It isn't exactly difficult to tickle someone."

"But, you're like an expert."

Liam shrugged again, not bothering to continue the current conversation. "Let's just get back to the tickling."

Zayn nodded, already feeling butterflies in his stomach again. The sound of the toothbrush whirring caused the older lad to groan again. He saw the device slowly make its way to his armpit again, causing Zayn to move away as much as he could. The older boy noticed how unbearably slow it was moving, probably Liam's way of making the experience as torturous as possible. Right before the bristles could make contact with his skin again, though, Zayn felt fingers instantly tickle his other hollow, causing him to yelp with surprise. Right after that happened, Zayn felt the toothbrush being pressed against his skin again, the horrible bristles creating the tickling sensation all over again.

"Gahahahaha! Mahahahahake it stohohohohop!" Unfortunately for the Pakistani boy, Liam also decided to just keep up the tickling on the other armpit with his other hand, making the situation that much worse for Zayn.

After another few minutes, Liam set the toothbrush down and looked at Zayn. "Heh, I like how beg for me to stop, even though you asked for this."

Zayn immediately blushed at Liam's words. Thankfully, the complexion of his tanner skin and the dimly lit room easily hid the pink hue appearing across his face. "You wouldn't understand."

The brunette reached for the beanie again, searching for another slip. "Probably not," he responded. "Looks like your stomach is up next."

Almost immediately, Zayn felt Liam's dull fingernails skitter across his tummy flesh, causing the raven-haired boy to break out in schoolboy giggles.

"Hehehehahahahaha!" This was more enjoyable than the tickling on his sides and armpits, since his stomach wasn't as bad as the other two. It was the perfect kind of tickling for Zayn.

Liam too was enjoying the tickling because of the melodic laughter the older lad was producing. The brunette noticed that Zayn was struggling a lot less compared to before and he wasn't pleading as much. It was nice for the two.

"Hm, I wanna try something," Liam announced to his ticklee.

"Whahaht?" Zayn inquired, still giggling a bit from the tickling.

Without warning, Liam lowered his head towards Zayn's navel and blew the biggest raspberry he could muster. The vibrations along his tan skin were enough to send Zayn into hysterical laughter.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! OH GAHAHAHAHAD!"

Content with the response, Liam began to blow several more raspberries into the sensitive skin, driving Zayn up the walls. The older boy's laughter was absolutely addicting to the brunette, causing him to crave more. The more raspberries he blew, the happier he was.

"OKAHAHAHAY! STOP! AHAHAHAHA!"

Deciding enough was enough, Liam lifted his head up. While Zayn was gasping for breath and grabbed the beanie again, looking inside to see their was only one slip of paper left. "Looks like your ribs are last."

It took Zayn a few seconds of panting for him to respond. "Alright, just get it over with."

To end their little tickle session, Liam picked up his favorite weapon, the toothbrush, and hit the switch, creating the whirring sound Zayn was already too familiar with. The brunette immediately placed it on the tanner boy's ribs, but to his shock, Zayn was totally unresponsive to the brush. Liam began to move the brush around the area, but no reaction or laughter was being produced.

"I guess I'm not ticklish there," Zayn said. "Now that I think about it, I've never been tickled there before."

"Well, that was anticlimactic," Liam said, disappointment laced in his voice. "We can't leave it at that, though."

Suddenly, Liam began to knead the older boy's sides again. The unexpected tickling nearly caused Zayn's eyes to bulge out of his head.

"LIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAM!" Zayn screamed ballistically. "FUHUHUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!"

"Alright, I'm done," Liam said, taking his hands off of Zayn. "Want me to let you out now?"

Zayn nodded, too out of breath to even respond. He felt Liam make his way off of him and over to his arms, unraveling the rope that was binding them. Once undone, Zayn began rubbing at his wrists, relieving the tension they went through.

"So, how was it?" Liam asked, sitting on the office chair that was still placed in front of Zayn's feet. Thinking a little more tickling wouldn't hurt, he poked at Zayn's soles, watching the older boy giggle.

"I-Ihihit wasn't too bahahad," Zayn responded. "A lot more intense than I was expecting."

Liam poked at Zayn's toes, watching them try to curl with the rubberband still in place. "Wanna know why?"

Zayn looked at Liam with a confused face. "Why?"

"Guess who I am."

The Pakistani boy wasn't exactly sure what Liam was talking about. "Um, Voldemort?"

Liam chuckled a bit at the response, but shook his head. "No, I'm Mr. Wonderful!"

Zayn's mouth instantly dropped. "Are you fucking shitting me right now?"

"Nope," Liam replied simply. "I can't believe you didn't figure it out either."

It all made sense now to Zayn. Liam, like Mr Wonderful, had moved recently. Liam had also agreed to tickle him, without hesitating. Also, Liam was a surprisingly good tickler. "How'd you know it was me receiving your messages?"

"Remember that day when we went to go see Ed Sheeran?" Liam asked. "When you left to shower, you left your laptop on. I recognized one of the tabs as FFF, so I just took a quick peek and that's when I found out it was you."

"Why didn't you just tell me it was you?"

"Because it's fun to mess with you," Liam replied with a smirk.

Zayn would have kicked him, had his feet were not still bound. "Well, thank you, though."

"Of course!" Liam said, unraveling the band around Zayn's toes for him. "We should do it more sometime."

Zayn nodded eagerly. "Agreed."

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Zayn slowly opened his eyes, letting the sunlight slowly shine through. Groaning, he rolled over onto his stomach and reached for his phone on his bedside table. He thanked the gods for giving him a class that was later in the day.

Turning on his phone, the older boy was led straight to his account on FFF, probably because he forgot to click out of it the last time he used his phone. Noticing he had one new message, he clicked on it, reading the short message.

From: Mr Wonderful

'Another tickle session tonight yeah? (;'