Introduction To Part Eight (Larry Tickle)

It's Tuesday, and Harry has come to pick up Louis so he can take him to where the next tickling will take place. But somehow, he has been invited in by Jay and dragged up to Louis' room to "show him some CDs".

Now, Louis is on top of Harry on his bed, kissing him, feverishly. Louis' hands are pinning down Harry's wrists as his lowers his head to suck a love bite into the pale skin of his neck, but just as Harry moans, softly, the door swings open.

"Louis, do you have my-"

Louis quickly gets off of Harry, who stands up, twiddling his hands together. Louis has gone a bright red, and asks, sounding rather annoyed,

"What do you want, Lottie?"

Lottie just smirks, and shakes her head.

"Oh, nevermind." She backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Harry looks at Louis, and says, "Shall we go then?"

Louis nods, brushing down his front. "Yeah, yeah, let's go."

As they leave the house, Harry notices Louis is still blushing, and he teases him,

"Aw, Lou, are you still embarrassed?"

"Shut up," Louis mutters, crossing his arms.

"Why? Don't you like it when I tease you?"

"I said shut up!" Louis exclaims, playfully, tazering Harry's sides. Harry jumps away from him, hands in the air.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

But it's too late, and Louis smirks. "Looks like I'm not the only ticklish one," he says, gleefully. He advances on Harry, wiggling his fingers as Harry backs away from him, hands clasping his sides.

"No, Lou, don't," he warns, but Louis ignores him, lunging towards him. Harry runs away from him, yelling, "GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY!"

Louis laughs, speeding up as they get to a grassy meadow and tackling Harry around the waist. They fall to the ground, Louis on top, and Louis pins down Harry's hands with his knees, next to his hips. Harry struggles and looks up at Louis.

"Louis, if you love me at all, you won't do this."

Louis pretends to consider. "Hm..." before deciding, "No."

He digs into Harry's sides, making him twist and laugh. He scribbles his fingers under his shirt, laughing triumphantly, but as he runs over his bellybutton, Harry shouts, "NO!" and overpowers Louis, rolling them over in the grass.

He grabs Louis' wrists and slams his hands to the ground, legs straddling his waist. They are both giggling and panting, Harry's head hanging as he fights to regain his breath. When is finally breathing normally, he gazes down at Louis, to see him starting to calm down.

Louis looks up into Harry's eyes, and smiles. With a chuckle, Harry leans down. Just before he kisses him properly, he whispers against Louis' lips,

"I hate you."

And then they're kissing, and they both know that Harry didn't mean it at all.


A/N: So I wanted this to be in Part Eight, but I'm not sure how to make it lead onto Louis being tickled, so this is like an introduction to Part Eight I promise Part Eight is on the way, but I'VE FINALLY DONE HARRY TICKLED. IT WASN'T MUCH, BUT IT WAS, AND NOW YOU CAN'T TELL ME I HAVEN'T SO MLERP ^_^