Introduction To Part Nine (Larry tickle)

A/N: This is the introduction to the bonus part I was talking about, YAYAYAYAYAYAY

(I accidentally wrote introfuction, hahahaha. Sorry.)

This and the actual part is dedicated to SierraTheLion for finding the video I thought I had lost, she's my new bestie

This is news to her actually. SIERRA WILL YOU BE MY BESTIE?

Anywhale, LET'S GO!




"No!" Niall yelps, pushing Liam's hands away while giggling hysterically.

"What's the matter, is Nially a little ticklish?" Liam teases, not stopping his attack on Niall's sides.

"Pleeeease, meeeeercy," Niall gasps, kicking his legs out as he tries to wriggle out from underneath Liam. Liam simply chuckles, seeing Harry entering the park. He doesn't notice how Harry's eyes get a strange glint in them at the scene in front of him, him and Niall completely oblivious to the things their friends get up to in their spare time.

"What 'cha doing?" He asks, flopping down next to Liam on the grass, watching his fingers dancing over Niall's sides.

"Tickling my muffin," Liam replies, steadying himself as Niall arches backwards. Harry observes for a while, before asking,

"Can I join in?"

And Niall is shaking his head frantically because he knows that Harry is ruthless with his tickle attacks, but Liam is smirking, nodding his head.

Harry looks smug, pinning Niall's arms up properly with his knees, allowing him full access to the Irish lad's armpits. Niall is bucking furiously, trying anything and everything to get away from Harry.

"Harry, Harry, come on mate, come on, you don't wanna do that, let me go, please get off, please, come ohohohohon!"

Harry laughs as Niall cuts himself off, falling into streams of giggles as Harry begins spidering his sleeve covered armpits. As he picks up the pace, Niall gets louder, giggles turning into laughs.

A few minutes later, Louis finally gets to the park. His mum had forced him to stay at home while his aunt was there, but now he is free.

'Dobby is a free elf,' he thinks to himself, scanning the various kids for the familiar curly head of hair. He spots Harry on the floor in the grass next to the park, and starts making his way over.

But as he gets closer, he sees Harry is above Niall, tickling him armpits at lightening speed, while Liam watches from the sidelines, smiling. Niall is howling with laughter, and Louis can't help but feel envious, despite the fact that so much of Harry's time is dedicated to tickling him and only him. He decides to try and tempt Harry to tickle him.

"Hey guys," he greets as he reaches them, Liam offering a, "Hey, Lou," but Harry not saying anything. He lies down in the grass near where Harry is, perfectly in his line of sight, then stretches, causing his shirt to raise above his belly button, before lying with his arms above his head, eyes closed.

He waits for a few minutes but Niall's laughter is consistent. Opening his eyes, he sneaks a glance at Harry to see him not even looking at him. He sighs, pulling his shirt down and deciding to have a short nap, the heat of the summer sun making him sleepy.

'"Louis, plehehease, stohohop!"

Louis simply shakes his head as Harry begs beneath him, tugging at his restraints. His fingers continue their assault on Harry's stomach, brushing a feather inside his belly button every few seconds.

"You ignoring me when I was all spread out for you is bad enough, but tickling Niall when I wanted it and he clearly didn't? Tut, tut, tut, Harry."

"I'm sohohohory," Harry tries to speak but he can't while Louis is tickling him. "Lohohohou, stohohohop!"

"But Harry, what you did was wrong. You're a bad boy, and you're getting your punishment. Now simmer down, or I'll have to gag you."'

Louis stirs as he feels himself being gently shaken.

"Louis," a voice says softly, in his ear, "Louis it's time to wake up. Your mum is probably getting worried."

"Harry?" Louis murmurs, grabbing blindly at the hand to tug it close to his chest.

"Sorry mate, it's Liam. Harry's already gone."

"Oh."

Louis stands up and brushes himself off, seeing Liam give him a sympathetic look. He pats him on the shoulder, then grins, as if he knows something that will cheer him up.

"Harry got Niall good, didn't he?"

Louis tries to smile, but fails miserably, muttering, "Yeah," and stalking off to the gate.

As he walks home, all he can think about Harry and Niall, Niall and Harry, Harry tickling Niall, Niall being tickled by Harry, Niall being swallowed by a giant fish-

But now he's being unfair to Niall. Niall was the victim, he doesn't enjoy it like Louis does. Maybe Harry is bored of him. The thought makes Louis almost gasp out loud in horror.

What if Harry is sick of tickling him now? What if he's decided he wants to tickle someone who doesn't like it so that it's more fun for him? What if-

Louis swallows. What if Harry doesn't want to see him anymore?

'Oh shut up,' his mind argues, 'it's just one time, stop overreacting. You just have to remind him who he belongs to.'

But how?

Suddenly, he remembers his dream from when he was on the field, and a smirk begins spreading over his face.

Harry's going to get it.

Oh yeah.

Harry's going to get it good.


A/N: WHAT? SHE'S ACTUALLY WRITING HARRY TICKLED?

THIS IS UNHEARD OF.

But yes, I am finally writing Louis tickling Harry to remind him who's boyfriend and (to quote Part Four) "tickle buddy" he is. I think it's going to be cute

After that it will be back to Tickle Week for Lou, and I will be doing ribs SOOOOON.

So that's about it till Part Nine TTFN *twiddles fingers*