You're/He's Ticklish
Harry: You and Harry were both cuddled up together for your weekly movie night. With his hectic work schedule and your university schedule, you barely ever got a break to spend time together. So you both set up a weekly movie night, where it would be just the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, grabbing his side, and he jumped up with a giggle. You pulled back, a little surprised, and you stifled a giggle. “Harry…?” He blushed and looked away, pulling you closer to him again. “I’m a little ticklish…,” he muttered under his breath, before turning to look at you, “If you tell any of the boys, I’ll kill you!” You burst into laughter, diving for his ticklish sides again and causing him to fall off the couch in giggles.
Liam: “Liam…,” you murmured in your sleep, reaching out for him, “Where’d you go…” You were half asleep and trying to find Liam’s body, desperate for warmth on an infamous freezing London evening. You finally grabbed him, apparently reaching right under his chin and apparently tickling his neck. He jumped awake and sat straight up in bed with a yelp, accidentally smacking you in the process. “Ouch!” You squeaked, covering your nose. “Oh my god,” Liam reached over and pulled you into his lap, “I am so, so sorry! Babe, oh goodness,” Liam held back a chuckle. “I’m ticklish there.” “Apparently,” you snorted, yawning. “Alright,” Liam droned sleepily, “Bedtime then.” He laid back down and pulled you closer, both of you sleeping warmly again.
Louis: “Admit it!” Louis laughed, kissing your forehead and holding your arms above your head. “Admit that I’m stronger than you and the world’s best boyfriend.” “NEVER!” You giggled stubbornly, even though Louis had obviously won at wrestling and had you pinned. “I know your weakness!” You winked, and Louis threw his head back with loud laughter, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “Nonsense!” You wriggled one of your arms free and went straight for Louis’ armpits, tickling him. He burst out into what can only be described as feminine giggles, collapsing on the floor next to you. You quickly swung your leg over and straddled his waist, kissing his nose. “I win!”
Zayn: “Alright, where is this one going?” The tattoo artist looked over the sketches and then looked to you and Zayn. “Mine is going to be on my left hip bone,” Zayn tugged his shirt off, and then looked at you, “And hers is going on her ribcage.” You and Zayn were getting matching tattoos, each of the others’ initials. Zayn got his no problem, being a pro. But you on the other hand were getting your first tattoo in a very painful place. As the tattoo artist put his hands on your ribcage, you shifted in the chair and started giggling. The tattoo artist gave you a weird look, but Zayn shrugged, “Her ribs are ticklish.”
Niall: “So, your first kiss?” Niall and you were both sitting in the kitchen, you had come home from a party and you were beyond intoxicated, Niall taking the opportunity to ask you slightly embarrassing questions. After blabbering about your first kiss, Niall snapped his fingers and looked at you. “Tickle spot?” “Nooo!” You started laughing, covering your mouth, “No!” “Please?” Niall asked again, poking your cheek and you started laughing. “No telling, okay?” Niall nodded. “My knees! Right above my knees!” Niall smiled, “I’ll remember that, but let’s get you to bed, okay? You’re a little drunk."
Credits go to the original author. I'm dedicating this one to my friend Girlnotonfire because she's the only person I know who is as ticklish as me.....we turn into ninjas if anyone even as much as touches us haha :)