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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Surprise, surprise! It's funny how a new track from a new album can get a person going... It's not even been 24 hours since it was made available and I already listened to Fireproof a Bajilion times and it gets better with each one.

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Tickleproof

It was a busy day. One Direction was already after the morning rehearsals for the Where We Are Tour, had a quick lunch and were now outside their mobile recording studio, enjoying the warm, summer weather. Niall was currently doing his bit for one of the tracks for the new album.
The others wished he would just hurry up. Not only because they had a concert in the evening and needed some time to get ready, but mainly because just sitting there was plain boring.

Harry and Louis were kicking a ball around, while Liam practiced pitching his voice high. He hasn't been doing that for a while and since, as usual, he wanted everything to be perfect for the fans, decided it was the best thing to do. Zayn on the other hand, just leaned against the wall, looking at his feet and lost in thought.

Suddenly, the football smashed against the wall just inches from the raven's head, yet he didn't even bat an eyelid. Lou rushed towards him.

„Hey, Zee! You okay, mate?” the Doncaster lad asked, but the Pakistani boy paid him no attention. „Hello? Earth to Zayn? Are you there?”

As Tommo was waving his hand in front of the Bradford lad's face, he finally raised his head to look at his friend.

„You need something, Lou?”

„That's my line!” said Louis sassily, though deeply worried. „Is everything okay? You looked like a zombie for a minute.”

„Yeah, m'fine.”

„No you're not. I know that frown.” Tommo exclaimed, shaking his head. Then a mischievious smile crossed his face. „But I know a way to turn it upside down.”

With that, the Doncaster lad dug his fingers into his mates ribs, wiggling furiously. Zayn only let out a grunt of annoyance, not even slightly moved.

„What the hell?” Louis said in shock and started prodding all over the raven's upper body, the result being the same. „Why isn't it working?”

„M'not ticklish, Lou. Probably grown out of it.” Zayn sighed. „Now, would you please stop poking me, it's irritating.”

„Hey, Lou! Are you coming with that ball or what?” Harry shouted, having waited for his mate all this time.

„Just come here and take him away, curly.” said the Bradford lad.

„Oh, someone's a bit touchy...” Hazza replied, approaching them.

„The problem, Haz, is that he's not! Look!” Louis said and wiggled his fingers over the Pakistani boy's ribs and abs. The raven just sighed.

„Well this sucks...” said the Cheshire lad. „But I guess people can cease being ticklish with age... don't worry, Lou, there are still others you can tickle.”

„Like who?” asked the Doncaster boy angrily.

As if on cue, Niall left the recording room, clutching his shirt in his hand and oblivious to what was happening.

The two brunettes looked at the blond and grinned. Slowly they approached the Irishman, almost like hyenas circling their pray.

„Look, Haz, Nialler was recording shirtless again.” said Louis, sassily. „You know what this means?”

„Yeah, means it's gonna be a massive hit.” the curly boy replied, wrapping a hand around the blond's bare waist. „Every song he did topless ended up on top of the charts.”

„True, but it also means something else.” Tommo grabbed Niall's wrists tightly. At this point Nialler was aware something bad was heading his way.

„Umm, guys... I'd just like to say that Julian is waiting for you inside, so we can all record our parts...” the blond said, trying to free his hands, but the older boy held him firmly.

„Well, we've waited for a long time for you to finish your bit, so I think Julian can wait a bit longer.” Hazza whispered in Nialler's ear, wiggling his fingers over his bandmate's side.

The Irishman's eyes went wide with fear as giggles burst out of his mouth. „Nohoho, guys, don't do this!”

„Should've kept your shirt on, Ni.” Louis responded with a mischievious grin. He held both of the younger boy's slim wrists with one hand, while scratching his soft abs with the other.

Niall shrieked and tried to squirm his way out, but being in Harry's and Lou's close embrace made it impossible. As the two brunettes slowly got the writhing leprachaun down to the floor, Zayn sighed and started walking away. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. The raven turned around to see Liam looking at him with care in his eyes. Payno reached into his pocket and produced a packet of cigarettes.

„Want one?”

„These are bad for us, remember?”

„I know.” said the Wolverhampton lad pulling one out and lighting it.

A barely visible smile crossed the Pakistani boy's face as he accepted the cigarette. The two mate's leaned against the wall smoking, the silence broken only by the howling laughter in the background.

„It's about Perrie, isn't it?” said Payno all of a sudden.

Zayn looked at him in surprise, then cracked another small smile. They've been best friends for over four years, yet it still amazed him, how Liam could always sense what was bothering him.

„Yeah, the papz are getting on her nerves. And the wedding plans are kinda falling to pieces too. You know, with the management postponing it as much as possible.” the dark skinned lad murmured.

A loud shriek pierced the air. „Seems they got his armpits.” said Liam, not even remotely moved.

Zayn peered around the corner. Sure enough, the blond was laying on the ground, his arms pinned over his head by Hazza, while Louis was wiggling his fingers in the fragile hollows. Suddenly, the door to the recording room burst open and Julian Bunetta rushed out fuming. He grabbed Haz and Lou by the collars and dragged them inside shouting something about wasting everybody's time. He left Nialler panting on the ground, not even bothering to help him up. As soon as the blond regained his breath, he pulled his shirt on and headed towards the kitchen.

„Don't worry, Zee. Everything is gonna be alright.” Payno's voice from behind startled the raven a bit.

„How can you be sure?”

„Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do.” the Paynster smiled and patted his mate's back.

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The two lads managed to finish their cigarettes long before Hazza and Lou left the recording studio. Finally it was their time to do the chorus. Seemed easy enough, but somehow Zayn couldn't reach the high note. Julian sighed.

„What's going on, Zayn? It used to be a piece of cake for you?”

„I'm... just tired...” the dark skinned boy lied.

„Okay guys, we're all tired. I'm just gonna go grab a coffee and we'll try one more time after that.” the producer turned to them again, just as he was leaving. „Liam, maybe you can help his voice in some way.”

„What do you mean?” Payno inquired.

„I dunno... like the time you pinched Harry's butt to get his voice higher. Think of something.”

The two boys were alone in the soundproof recording room. Zayn sighed.

„Sorry for making you stay here this long.”

„It's okay. We just have to find a way to cheer you up.” said Liam with a pleasant smile. „The higher your spirit, the higher your voice will be.”

„Well, I trust you'll find a way. Let me know when you think of something.”

„Actually, I already have something in mind.” the Paynster exclaimed, Zayn looking at him with interest. „I think I'm just gonna have to tickle you.”

„Lou already tried earlier today.” the raven said with a frown. „I'm not ticklish anymore.”

„Well, why don't you hear me out first and then decide if you wanna try it or not.” the Wolverhampton boy smiled. „Some time ago, one of our male fans sent me a message on twitter. Turns out he's a pretty fun guy and I ended up chatting with him for a while. Long story short, he's a medical student and he has a neurology exam quite soon. He told me there is something called 'neural priming'. To cut on the technical crap, basically, when the brain receives stimuli from one body part, it makes it easier for stimuli from another to pass through, ending in both being stronger.”

„So, what you're suggesting is tickling me in two places at once, right?” asked Zayn, quickly catching up. „Well, Louis poked me all over my upper body and it didn't work.”

„That's because these must be two distant body parts. If they are too close, then the stimuli actually counter one another. So I should probably tickle your upperbody and feet in order to get the full effect.”

„How are you gonna reach both at the same time? I am quite tall... and it's not like I will just sit around nicely if it starts to actually tickle. You know I used to squirm and scream quite a lot.”

„Screaming won't be a problem. Firstly, because we actually want your voice to be as high pitched as possible. Secondly, cause the studio is soundproof. As for your squirming... do you trust me?”

Payno's question caught Zayn off-guard, but he nodded quickly. „You're probably one of the few people I would trust with my life.”

„Good. Take your shirt, shoes and socks off and lay on the floor face down.” said Liam.

The dark skinned boy did as he was told. Soon, the Pakistani lad's smooth, slim, tattoed chest and longish feet were exposed. When he was on the ground, Payno tied his ankles together with a piece of cord that he found in a locker nearby (funny how you can always find such things in tickle-fiction, when you can't even find a pen in your own room). Then, he attached the knot to the belt in the raven's jeans, thus immobilising his legs.

Liam knelt in front of Zayn, securing the boy's arms, between his thighs and calves. The Bradoford lad had to admit, the position rendered him quite helpless.

„Umm... right. Sorry for getting my crotch straight in front of your face, Zee. That's the best I can do with what I have at hand.” said Liam apologetically.

„No problem, mate. We've been in situations way more awkward before. This doesn't bother me in the slightest.

„Okay, lets see if what our fan learned for his neurology exam is worth something.” the Paynster exclaimed and started wiggling his fingers in Zayn's hairy armpits.

Although the feeling of pure vulnerablity made him slightly more sensitive, it wasn't enough to make the dark skinned boy laugh. Though it did feel a lot more tickly than when Louis did it. Liam then moved both his hands to Zayn's narrow feet. He stroked the soles a few times. The raven twitched and let out a small giggle. He even wiggled his toes a bit, but that was it.

„You ready?” asked Payno, leaving one hand hovering over the bound feet and positioning the other in the hairy hollow.

„Yeah. Go for it.” Zayn mumbled, though deep inside he felt something hotter than a jet streem burning up. He was anxious to find out if it will truly work.

It did.

The moment Payno's nails scratched along the smooth soles and finger dug into the soft underarm, the raven shrieked and tried to pull his hands down and rip the cord binding his legs apart. Streams of giggles followed, calming down after the initial shock. The squirming however, remained jus as strong and Liam had trouble keeping Zayn's arms pinned.

The Wolverhampton boy alternated places he tickled and switched from light to forcefull tickling, to make the stimuli as diverse as possible. It really was working quite well. The Pakistani lad was now laughing hard, his voice going higher in pitch as time went by. But still not high enough to satisfy either of them.

„You have to remind me to thank that fan for telling me this. I didn't think it would work this well. Though we still need to up our game. There is one more thing I can try.” Payno said, ceasing the tickling for a moment and letting the raven catch his breath. „This method should be even more effective if the stimuli is of two different types.”

„What do you mean?” asked Zayn, not really understanding at this point.

„Allow me to demonstrate.” Liam used his hands to gently massage the long, narrow feet o the dark skinned lad. The Bradford boy let out a gasp of pleasure and relaxed.

„This feels good. You should definitely replace our current physiotherapist.”

While still rubbing the soles with one hand, Liam dragged a finger along the edge of the armpit hollow. Zayn let out a prolonged shriek mixed with a moan.

„Oh for fuck's sake. That was intense.” he gasped.

„Meh. Still not good enough. There is another stimuli I can try, but I don't think I should.” the Paynster sighed.

„Well, whatever it is, you should go for it.” the Pakistani lad assured him. „Remember, we do it, so our fans get the best song we can deliver. And they deserve any sacrifice we can make.”

„Since you put it that way...” Payno stood up, releasing Zayn's hands. He positioned himself behind his mate, facing his bound feet. He leaned forward to reach the Bradford boy's sides with his arms. „I am sorry, for what I am about to do, just so you know.”

Liam scribbled his fingers up and down Zayn's sides. At the same time, he opened his mouth and started nibbling on the raven's toes. A high pitched moan and gales of laughter escaped the bound lad. It only got worse, since Payno's mustache and beard tickled the sensitive soles as he was licking and sucking the longish toes.

Zayn was screaming his lungs out. He was bashing the floor with his fists, as tears streamed down his rosy red cheeks. Even though this was absolute torture, it also felt like the best thing in the world. He though he was gonna lose his mind, but something deep inside him told him he can't give up. It was taking (was taking) all he has got.

After what seemed so long (seemed so long), but was actually only a few minutes, Liam stopped. Zayn was panting for breath, a wide smile adorning his handsome face. When he was able to speak, it turned out his voice actually preserved the high pitch from the ordeal. Not soon after Payno released him (barely moments after the raven managed to put his clothes back on), Julian came back with 3 coffee cups. The producer didn't want to know what transpired, even though the Pakistani lad emptied his drink thirstily in mere seconds. Afterwards, the recording went on smoothly.

As the boys made their way back to the hotel rooms, the Bradford boy turned to the Paynster.

„Liam... how did you know tickling would work for me?”

„Cause nobody knows you, Zayny, the way I do.”

Both lads laughed heartily and exchanged a hug. Unexpectedely, the raven felt Payno's fingers digging in his sides and burst out giggling.

„I guess your usual ticklishness returned as well.” Liam smiled. „Maybe you're not tickleproof after all.”

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for making it personal, I just had to, since my mind is focused on my exam ;] Oh how I would love if it was true... then I could say that learning all this s...uper important stuff was at least useful

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Surprise, surprise! It's funny how a new track from a new album can get a person going... It's not even been 24 hours since it was made available and I already listened to Fireproof a Bajilion times and it gets better with each one.

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Tickleproof

It was a busy day. One Direction was already after the morning rehearsals for the Where We Are Tour, had a quick lunch and were now outside their mobile recording studio, enjoying the warm, summer weather. Niall was currently doing his bit for one of the tracks for the new album.
The others wished he would just hurry up. Not only because they had a concert in the evening and needed some time to get ready, but mainly because just sitting there was plain boring.

Harry and Louis were kicking a ball around, while Liam practiced pitching his voice high. He hasn't been doing that for a while and since, as usual, he wanted everything to be perfect for the fans, decided it was the best thing to do. Zayn on the other hand, just leaned against the wall, looking at his feet and lost in thought.

Suddenly, the football smashed against the wall just inches from the raven's head, yet he didn't even bat an eyelid. Lou rushed towards him.

„Hey, Zee! You okay, mate?” the Doncaster lad asked, but the Pakistani boy paid him no attention. „Hello? Earth to Zayn? Are you there?”

As Tommo was waving his hand in front of the Bradford lad's face, he finally raised his head to look at his friend.

„You need something, Lou?”

„That's my line!” said Louis sassily, though deeply worried. „Is everything okay? You looked like a zombie for a minute.”

„Yeah, m'fine.”

„No you're not. I know that frown.” Tommo exclaimed, shaking his head. Then a mischievious smile crossed his face. „But I know a way to turn it upside down.”

With that, the Doncaster lad dug his fingers into his mates ribs, wiggling furiously. Zayn only let out a grunt of annoyance, not even slightly moved.

„What the hell?” Louis said in shock and started prodding all over the raven's upper body, the result being the same. „Why isn't it working?”

„M'not ticklish, Lou. Probably grown out of it.” Zayn sighed. „Now, would you please stop poking me, it's irritating.”

„Hey, Lou! Are you coming with that ball or what?” Harry shouted, having waited for his mate all this time.

„Just come here and take him away, curly.” said the Bradford lad.

„Oh, someone's a bit touchy...” Hazza replied, approaching them.

„The problem, Haz, is that he's not! Look!” Louis said and wiggled his fingers over the Pakistani boy's ribs and abs. The raven just sighed.

„Well this sucks...” said the Cheshire lad. „But I guess people can cease being ticklish with age... don't worry, Lou, there are still others you can tickle.”

„Like who?” asked the Doncaster boy angrily.

As if on cue, Niall left the recording room, clutching his shirt in his hand and oblivious to what was happening.

The two brunettes looked at the blond and grinned. Slowly they approached the Irishman, almost like hyenas circling their pray.

„Look, Haz, Nialler was recording shirtless again.” said Louis, sassily. „You know what this means?”

„Yeah, means it's gonna be a massive hit.” the curly boy replied, wrapping a hand around the blond's bare waist. „Every song he did topless ended up on top of the charts.”

„True, but it also means something else.” Tommo grabbed Niall's wrists tightly. At this point Nialler was aware something bad was heading his way.

„Umm, guys... I'd just like to say that Julian is waiting for you inside, so we can all record our parts...” the blond said, trying to free his hands, but the older boy held him firmly.

„Well, we've waited for a long time for you to finish your bit, so I think Julian can wait a bit longer.” Hazza whispered in Nialler's ear, wiggling his fingers over his bandmate's side.

The Irishman's eyes went wide with fear as giggles burst out of his mouth. „Nohoho, guys, don't do this!”

„Should've kept your shirt on, Ni.” Louis responded with a mischievious grin. He held both of the younger boy's slim wrists with one hand, while scratching his soft abs with the other.

Niall shrieked and tried to squirm his way out, but being in Harry's and Lou's close embrace made it impossible. As the two brunettes slowly got the writhing leprachaun down to the floor, Zayn sighed and started walking away. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. The raven turned around to see Liam looking at him with care in his eyes. Payno reached into his pocket and produced a packet of cigarettes.

„Want one?”

„These are bad for us, remember?”

„I know.” said the Wolverhampton lad pulling one out and lighting it.

A barely visible smile crossed the Pakistani boy's face as he accepted the cigarette. The two mate's leaned against the wall smoking, the silence broken only by the howling laughter in the background.

„It's about Perrie, isn't it?” said Payno all of a sudden.

Zayn looked at him in surprise, then cracked another small smile. They've been best friends for over four years, yet it still amazed him, how Liam could always sense what was bothering him.

„Yeah, the papz are getting on her nerves. And the wedding plans are kinda falling to pieces too. You know, with the management postponing it as much as possible.” the dark skinned lad murmured.

A loud shriek pierced the air. „Seems they got his armpits.” said Liam, not even remotely moved.

Zayn peered around the corner. Sure enough, the blond was laying on the ground, his arms pinned over his head by Hazza, while Louis was wiggling his fingers in the fragile hollows. Suddenly, the door to the recording room burst open and Julian Bunetta rushed out fuming. He grabbed Haz and Lou by the collars and dragged them inside shouting something about wasting everybody's time. He left Nialler panting on the ground, not even bothering to help him up. As soon as the blond regained his breath, he pulled his shirt on and headed towards the kitchen.

„Don't worry, Zee. Everything is gonna be alright.” Payno's voice from behind startled the raven a bit.

„How can you be sure?”

„Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do.” the Paynster smiled and patted his mate's back.

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The two lads managed to finish their cigarettes long before Hazza and Lou left the recording studio. Finally it was their time to do the chorus. Seemed easy enough, but somehow Zayn couldn't reach the high note. Julian sighed.

„What's going on, Zayn? It used to be a piece of cake for you?”

„I'm... just tired...” the dark skinned boy lied.

„Okay guys, we're all tired. I'm just gonna go grab a coffee and we'll try one more time after that.” the producer turned to them again, just as he was leaving. „Liam, maybe you can help his voice in some way.”

„What do you mean?” Payno inquired.

„I dunno... like the time you pinched Harry's butt to get his voice higher. Think of something.”

The two boys were alone in the soundproof recording room. Zayn sighed.

„Sorry for making you stay here this long.”

„It's okay. We just have to find a way to cheer you up.” said Liam with a pleasant smile. „The higher your spirit, the higher your voice will be.”

„Well, I trust you'll find a way. Let me know when you think of something.”

„Actually, I already have something in mind.” the Paynster exclaimed, Zayn looking at him with interest. „I think I'm just gonna have to tickle you.”

„Lou already tried earlier today.” the raven said with a frown. „I'm not ticklish anymore.”

„Well, why don't you hear me out first and then decide if you wanna try it or not.” the Wolverhampton boy smiled. „Some time ago, one of our male fans sent me a message on twitter. Turns out he's a pretty fun guy and I ended up chatting with him for a while. Long story short, he's a medical student and he has a neurology exam quite soon. He told me there is something called 'neural priming'. To cut on the technical crap, basically, when the brain receives stimuli from one body part, it makes it easier for stimuli from another to pass through, ending in both being stronger.”

„So, what you're suggesting is tickling me in two places at once, right?” asked Zayn, quickly catching up. „Well, Louis poked me all over my upper body and it didn't work.”

„That's because these must be two distant body parts. If they are too close, then the stimuli actually counter one another. So I should probably tickle your upperbody and feet in order to get the full effect.”

„How are you gonna reach both at the same time? I am quite tall... and it's not like I will just sit around nicely if it starts to actually tickle. You know I used to squirm and scream quite a lot.”

„Screaming won't be a problem. Firstly, because we actually want your voice to be as high pitched as possible. Secondly, cause the studio is soundproof. As for your squirming... do you trust me?”

Payno's question caught Zayn off-guard, but he nodded quickly. „You're probably one of the few people I would trust with my life.”

„Good. Take your shirt, shoes and socks off and lay on the floor face down.” said Liam.

The dark skinned boy did as he was told. Soon, the Pakistani lad's smooth, slim, tattoed chest and longish feet were exposed. When he was on the ground, Payno tied his ankles together with a piece of cord that he found in a locker nearby (funny how you can always find such things in tickle-fiction, when you can't even find a pen in your own room). Then, he attached the knot to the belt in the raven's jeans, thus immobilising his legs.

Liam knelt in front of Zayn, securing the boy's arms, between his thighs and calves. The Bradoford lad had to admit, the position rendered him quite helpless.

„Umm... right. Sorry for getting my crotch straight in front of your face, Zee. That's the best I can do with what I have at hand.” said Liam apologetically.

„No problem, mate. We've been in situations way more awkward before. This doesn't bother me in the slightest.

„Okay, lets see if what our fan learned for his neurology exam is worth something.” the Paynster exclaimed and started wiggling his fingers in Zayn's hairy armpits.

Although the feeling of pure vulnerablity made him slightly more sensitive, it wasn't enough to make the dark skinned boy laugh. Though it did feel a lot more tickly than when Louis did it. Liam then moved both his hands to Zayn's narrow feet. He stroked the soles a few times. The raven twitched and let out a small giggle. He even wiggled his toes a bit, but that was it.

„You ready?” asked Payno, leaving one hand hovering over the bound feet and positioning the other in the hairy hollow.

„Yeah. Go for it.” Zayn mumbled, though deep inside he felt something hotter than a jet streem burning up. He was anxious to find out if it will truly work.

It did.

The moment Payno's nails scratched along the smooth soles and finger dug into the soft underarm, the raven shrieked and tried to pull his hands down and rip the cord binding his legs apart. Streams of giggles followed, calming down after the initial shock. The squirming however, remained jus as strong and Liam had trouble keeping Zayn's arms pinned.

The Wolverhampton boy alternated places he tickled and switched from light to forcefull tickling, to make the stimuli as diverse as possible. It really was working quite well. The Pakistani lad was now laughing hard, his voice going higher in pitch as time went by. But still not high enough to satisfy either of them.

„You have to remind me to thank that fan for telling me this. I didn't think it would work this well. Though we still need to up our game. There is one more thing I can try.” Payno said, ceasing the tickling for a moment and letting the raven catch his breath. „This method should be even more effective if the stimuli is of two different types.”

„What do you mean?” asked Zayn, not really understanding at this point.

„Allow me to demonstrate.” Liam used his hands to gently massage the long, narrow feet o the dark skinned lad. The Bradford boy let out a gasp of pleasure and relaxed.

„This feels good. You should definitely replace our current physiotherapist.”

While still rubbing the soles with one hand, Liam dragged a finger along the edge of the armpit hollow. Zayn let out a prolonged shriek mixed with a moan.

„Oh for fuck's sake. That was intense.” he gasped.

„Meh. Still not good enough. There is another stimuli I can try, but I don't think I should.” the Paynster sighed.

„Well, whatever it is, you should go for it.” the Pakistani lad assured him. „Remember, we do it, so our fans get the best song we can deliver. And they deserve any sacrifice we can make.”

„Since you put it that way...” Payno stood up, releasing Zayn's hands. He positioned himself behind his mate, facing his bound feet. He leaned forward to reach the Bradford boy's sides with his arms. „I am sorry, for what I am about to do, just so you know.”

Liam scribbled his fingers up and down Zayn's sides. At the same time, he opened his mouth and started nibbling on the raven's toes. A high pitched moan and gales of laughter escaped the bound lad. It only got worse, since Payno's mustache and beard tickled the sensitive soles as he was licking and sucking the longish toes.

Zayn was screaming his lungs out. He was bashing the floor with his fists, as tears streamed down his rosy red cheeks. Even though this was absolute torture, it also felt like the best thing in the world. He though he was gonna lose his mind, but something deep inside him told him he can't give up. It was taking (was taking) all he has got.

After what seemed so long (seemed so long), but was actually only a few minutes, Liam stopped. Zayn was panting for breath, a wide smile adorning his handsome face. When he was able to speak, it turned out his voice actually preserved the high pitch from the ordeal. Not soon after Payno released him (barely moments after the raven managed to put his clothes back on), Julian came back with 3 coffee cups. The producer didn't want to know what transpired, even though the Pakistani lad emptied his drink thirstily in mere seconds. Afterwards, the recording went on smoothly.

As the boys made their way back to the hotel rooms, the Bradford boy turned to the Paynster.

„Liam... how did you know tickling would work for me?”

„Cause nobody knows you, Zayny, the way I do.”

Both lads laughed heartily and exchanged a hug. Unexpectedely, the raven felt Payno's fingers digging in his sides and burst out giggling.

„I guess your usual ticklishness returned as well.” Liam smiled. „Maybe you're not tickleproof after all.”

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for making it personal, I just had to, since my mind is focused on my exam ;] Oh how I would love if it was true... then I could say that learning all this s...uper important stuff was at least useful