The Ziall Chronicles: #2 Knock-Knock

A/N: This is the sequel to Distractions, yayayayayay! If you haven't read Distractions yet I recommend you'd read it but if you're going to be a stubborn bastard then Zayn is fifteen (I think, I can't quite remember) and Niall is four. Louis is Zayn's sarcastic best mate. Bear is Niall's red teddy bear who has a thoughtful opinion which he never shares, but he also gets scared a lot and Niall isn't a big enough boy for him.

I've had this idea for a while now actually but now I'm actually writing it, woop woop.

This will be up either before or after the first part of The Tickle Games. As I said in my last journal entry, TBOTB updates will become less frequent as it is slowly drawing to a close (NOOOOOOO!) There will be a sequel though so don't be too sad

Hope you enjoy this part, reeeead:


Louis shifts on the sofa, balancing his controller on his knee and taking a nervous sip of his drink. Niall won't stop bloody staring at him and it's creeping him out. He wishes Zayn will just hurry up - how long does it take to go to the bathroom? - and get back so they can carry on playing Capture The Flag. On the other hand, he could wait a few minutes before Zayn continues to cheat. It's just not fair. Now that Zayn knows he's ticklish if Louis is winning he'll either sneak a tickle to his stomach or coax Niall into doing it with promises of chocolate and cuddles. It has to stop. But right now the staring is more of an issue than anything else, so he tries to make conversation.

"Hey Niall, knock-knock."

Niall blinks at him, head tilting to the side. Louis tries again.

"Knock-knock."

Niall looks even more confused, looking to Bear (who has recently had a bath and is looking absolutely lovely) as if he has the answer.

"Don't you know what a knock-knock joke is?"

Niall shakes his head. Louis tries to explain.

"I say, 'knock-knock' and you say, 'who's there?' You with me so far?"

Niall nods slowly.

"Then I say something and you say, 'something who?' Let's try. Knock-knock."

Niall looks at him blankly.

"Now you say, 'who's there?'"

"Who's there?"

"Boo."

Niall scrunches up his nose.

"Don't get it."

"No, Niall, you have to say, 'boo who?'"

"Boo who?" Niall is extremely confused.

"Why are you crying? It's only a joke."

Niall is silent so Louis laughs awkwardly to break the silence then sighs. Niall is never going to like him. Luckily for him, just then, Zayn comes in and sits down, whining, "Hey! What was that for?" when Louis whacks him around the head.

"For taking so bloody long."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't swear in front of Niall, thank you," Zayn says politely, rubbing the side of his head. Louis simply grumbles to himself, Zayn making out a, "Let's just play," in the midst of the odd noises. So they begin a new match and about half way through Niall climbs on the sofa and says seriously,

"Zayn."

"Mhm?" Zayn mutters, eyes focused on the screen.

"Zayn."

"Can it wait, babe?"

"Yeah, babe, can it wait," Louis mocks in a sarcastic drawl, scrambling away with a yelp when Zayn jabs at his stomach with one hand, the other mashing buttons on the controller.

"No."

Zayn sighs and pauses the game, turning to Louis who is now at the other end of the sofa and holding out his hand.

"Give me your controller, Lou, I don't trust you."

"What? No way - Zahahayn, you dihihihick!"

Zayn's hand continues it's assault on Louis' side until Louis lets go of the controller, sending Louis a simpering smirk as he gives it to Niall to hold.

"Now, what is it, Niall?"

"Knock-knock."

Niall looks at Zayn pointedly when he doesn't reply straight away, too busy restraining the coo that's building in his throat because his little brother knows knock-knock jokes.

"Who's there?"

"Me," Niall declares, burrowing his fluffy head into Zayn's chest, encouraging him to cuddle him close, to which Zayn happily complies, awing into his hair and pressing a kiss there. He'd be happy to sit there and let Niall tell him awful jokes that don't make sense all day but then a pillow hits his head.

"Oi, mummy, we have a match to finish."

In a flash, Zayn, first picking up Niall and depositing him on the sofa, jumps on top of Louis, pinning his arms above his head and digging his fingers into Louis' side. Louis wriggles away with a yelp, falling into laughter as Zayn's fingers scuttle across his stomach.

"Zahahayn, I'm sohohohory," he begs, twisting and pulling at his arms, but Zayn pursues, looking behind him at Niall and smiling cheekily.

"Niall, babe, come up here and help. Get Louis back for teaching you that bad word and getting Bear taken away."

Niall nods frantically, scrambling up to Louis and shaping his fingers into little claws. He pokes them repeatedly into Louis' shirt covered ribs, making Louis shriek through his laughter.

"Zayn, Zayn, I'm tickling Louis," he says proudly.

"You are babe, getting him back for teaching you bad words."

On the last two words, Zayn tickles up the curves of Louis' sides to his ribs, where he's obviously more sensitive. Niall switches to poking at Louis' tummy, which is actually more painful than ticklish.

"Za...Za...Zayn," Louis pants through his laughter, trying to alert Zayn that he is actually going to die. Zayn takes the hint, stopping tickling after one last scratch at his ribs and grabs Niall around the tummy to stop him. He pulls Niall onto the floor with him and rolls around, making Niall squeal in delight.

"Niall, you are in style, Niiiiiall," Zayn sings aimlessly, pulling Niall to sit on top of him as he lies on the floor. His hands take Niall's smaller ones and wave them around as he sings, making Niall giggle.

"Zayn, you are a pain, Zaaaayn," Louis mutters darkly from the sofa, knees tucked beneath his chin. Zayn frowns and is about to go and repeat the past few minutes when he hears Niall singing in his cute little voice,

"Louis, you are very pooey, Louiiiiis."

Zayn bursts out laughing at the offended look on Louis' face.

"Oh god, Lou. You just got burned by a four year old."

"Did not."

"You so did. High five, Niall, you cool dude."

Niall smacks his hand against Zayn's palm, smiling triumphantly at him before turning and sticking his tongue out at Louis, which is pretty much the worst insult a child can send at you. Zayn laughs again, kissing Niall's cheek and telling Niall, "I'm proud of you, babe. For that, you and me can watch Spidey tonight."

Niall's eyes light up before he questions,

"And Bear?"

"And Bear."


A/N: Is it totally sad that I'm willingly watching endless episodes of Peppa Pig?

Yes, I think so. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop though.

There's an advert on for Build-A-Bear workshop. They're now selling, 'Ariel's kitten, Treasure'. Idiots. You can't give a mermaid a kitten, the kitten would drown.

Anywhale, I actually finished this on the 14th but I've had no access to a computer for a while. I'm getting my laptop back on Tuesday though, so I'll upload this then.

I'll also upload Rigami's chapter of The Tickle Games. I'm very sorry for the delay of everything, but hey, now you'll get two things in one day. Success!

I hope you enjoyed this and I'll see you soon.

Byyyye! *twiddles fingers*