One Direction Tickled to the Max

There they were, just dangling off the side of the top bunk. Zayn's dark eyes watched them wrinkle and the toes wiggle every now and then, practically asking to be shown some attention. The pale soles swayed back and forth as the legs attached to them kicked, right left, right left, right left. The singer didn't know the origin of his newly surfaced likeness for Niall's feet, but it was getting the best of him at this point. His urge to tickle them was becoming uncontrollable, and it kind of freaked him out. They had been on the road for a couple of months now, and it wasn't like this was the first time his blonde band mate had done this, but it was the first occasion he felt the need to make contact with his bud's feet.
　
Yards away, in the other part of the tour bus, Harry sat on the couch with Louis, while Liam was planted in the chair, across the room. The oldest member of the group along with the most fuzzy headed, were arguing over who had the biggest fan base. "Come on Haz, everyone knows I'm the favorite", "Yeah right Lou, have you not seen the signs at the concerts? Harry we love you, Harry will you marry me, Harry is the best.", "Yeah, yeah whatever" the older guy said before leaping at his friend. "AHHH" Harry shouted as he was pounced on. Louis was on top of him now, digging into his sides with both hands."AHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAH LLOUUISSSS GGEETTT OFFFF AHAHAHAHAHA SSTTOOPPPPP" he shouted. Liam watched them and just shook his head, until something caught his eye. He couldn't help but follow them as they moved around; following Lou's every move as he tickled Harry senseless. The 21 year old straddled the younger boy and ran his fingers along the tender sides, making sure to evoke the wildest laughter out of his victim. Louis rarely wore shoes when he wasn't in public, but today, for some unknown reason, the bare soles were all Liam could focus on. They were bent a little now, given their owner's position, causing the toes to be curled on the cushion of the couch. Finally, the vicious tickler stopped and got off the now panting Harry.
　
Later that day, Harry was hanging out on the same couch where he had been tickled earlier, while the other guys were out for pizza, except for Zayn. His voice radiated from the bathroom as the steam escaped under the door. The 19 year old relaxed on the white futon in a t shirt, and a pair of black shorts, listening to his raven haired friend sing his heart out in the shower. He couldn't even read his magazine for the audial distraction. To counter act the acapella music, he popped his iPod in and quickly chose some Bruno Mars. After another 5 minutes, his eyes shifted to the tan guy as he emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He was drying his hair with another towel as he walked through the living room, unaware of Harry's presence. His equally dark feet made footprints on the carpet right beside the couch after every step. The curly haired guy was mesmerized by Zayn's damp feet as they made their way across the room. It was like a switch flipped in his head that turned on his incitement for his band mate's soles. His fingers literally tingled from their urge to jump at the crossing master pieces. He fought with all his will power to contain his need for soft flesh under his eager fingers. With the towel blinding him, Zayn never saw his friend's gazing. Harry was very thankful for the cotton cover up, concealing his staring.
　
Around 11: 45, the guys were watching a movie together after supper. Niall, Louis, and Liam were sitting on the long couch, while Zayn sat in the chair facing the TV. while Harry was lying face down on the ground, in front of the screen. His knees were bent with his feet almost playing with the each other in the air. The group was into the movie, following everything that happened. But one was not as tuned in, well at least to the movie. Niall's innocent eyes were fixed on the slightly tanned feet that were free moving in the middle of them all. His buddy's soles were a little pink around the toes and balls but the rest was pale, along with cute little plump toes. Every so often one of them would use their toes to flex against the opposite heel, giving the blonde even more to get excited about. As much as he knew he should, he couldn't shake the attraction to Harry's feet. But the pale singer wasn't the only one who had found a new point of focus. Louis had also taken an interest in a pair of his buddy's soles. Liam's feet were propped up on Lou's legs, with his under the younger boy's. They just sat there facing Zayn as he attentively watched the screen. They were a little tan with semi long toes, and pinkish soles. His feet didn't wiggle, they didn't twitch, they didn't move at all. They just laid there on display, just for Louis to admire. He too, was confused as to why he was so engaged by the feet he'd seen a million times. He just disregarded it and tried to return to the movie, but the ever present soles demanded his attention.
　
Something was definitely in the air on the tour bus. All the members of One Direction had been consumed by an urge to tickle one of their friend's feet. Everyone knew each other's ticklish spots, and had used them to his advantage once or twice or maybe several times, but this was different. None of the boys wanted to make his desire known, but they needed just as badly to release their anxious hands on the targeted soles. Throughout the week, the boys waited for the opportunity to attack, and what a week it was.
　
The next day was Monday and the band had an outdoor concert in San Francisco at noon. At 2:00, the guys returned to the bus sweaty and tired. "That was great you guys" Harry told his mates. "Yeah, the crowd loved us out there" chimed in Niall. "It was fun and all but I am in desperate need of a shower" added Liam. "No way! I smell terrible!" shouted Louis. The two boys raced toward the bathroom, but the winner was soon decided when Liam tripped up and hit the ground, leaving the shower to Louis. "Ahh, crap" he said, after pounding his fist into the carpet. "Maybe next time Liam" joked Zayn. "Yeah, yeah..". The guys hung out in the living room playing Xbox, while the annoyed Liam awaited a nice hot shower. Suddenly, the not so patient guy heard a loud noise followed by a yell come from the bathroom. The brunette knocked on the door, "Lou?". "Help me!". Liam quickly went to the kitchen and searched for a paper clip in the clutter drawer. Finally, he found one and returned to the locked door. He maneuvered the bent piece of metal in the key hole until he heard the click of the lock. Liam had no clue what to expect when he walked into the bathroom, but soon discovered Louis in an interesting predicament. "Liam, get me out!" he pleaded. The oldest member of One Direction had somehow slipped and took the shower curtain down with him. His wet head stuck out the top of the red curtain while his body was wrapped from the shoulders down to his calves. "Are you stuck?" the standing guy asked. "Nah, I'm taking my shower like this" he retorted. "That's not nice Lou, especially since I was going to help you lose. Guess I'll just have to make you a little nicer". The confined boy wasn't too sure what his buddy had in mind but he could tell it wouldn't be good for him.
　
Liam knelt down and started stroking the damp feet with his nails. Louis bit his lip to fight the giggling that was coming out. "Come on Lou, I know you're ticklish" the boy taunted. His fingers sped up their movements, scratching the pink soles vigorously. With the enhanced sensation torturing his soles, the laughter broke free. "AHAHAHHAHHA SSTOPPPPP LLIAAMM SSTOPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAA". The tickler flashed a grin of delight after getting the reaction he was looking for. His feet writhed wildly as Liam continued the torture on the smooth flesh. The younger boy noticed the skinny toes wiggling a hell of a lot and got an idea. He grabbed a set of the toes and held them back, revealing some very soft skin under the digits. His fingers went back to work on the newly exposed part of his foot, scribbling with lightning speed. "AHAHHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHHAHA NOOO MOOREEE SSTOOPP IIIICAANNTTT TTAAKKEEE AHAHAHHAH ITTTTHAHAHHA" he screamed. His legs fought against the plastic imprisonment with all his strength but nothing he did set him free. He couldn't even move his arms very much, or at least enough to get them loose. Liam was a devious tickler, exploiting every part of the older guy's super sensitive feet. Louis' laughter was reaching outrageous levels by now as his tormentor let his fingers work their magic by scraping up and down every single toe on his two feet, reducing his victim to crazed bucking and ridiculously loud screams.
　
"Do you hear that?" Zayn asked. "Yeah, it sounds like laughing" answered Harry. "Aren't Louis and Liam back there" Niall asked, pointing toward the part of the bus where the bathroom was located. All 3 guys popped up and walked to the origin of the noise. They knocked on the bathroom door and it slowly opened, making the laughter fill the bus. They walked in to see Liam tickling the complete crap out of Louis. "Looks like he got you good Lou" joked Zayn. Liam had stopped at this point. "Just....let...me...out" he begged between gasps. The guys helped him free, but now without a few jabs to the stomach while he was still wrapped. The drained singer gathered his clothes and headed to the other room to get dressed while Liam got in the shower.
　
After the rest of the guys finished getting showers and getting dressed, they wanted to go swimming. But where could 5 of the most famous people in the world go swimming in peace? "The beach is only 30 minutes away" suggested Niall. "But what about all the fans, paparazzi, and people?" asked Louis. "We can get a section just for us" Zayn added. "Yeah, we can rent it out, like a private beach" Liam interjected. "Let's do it" Harry agreed. With that, the boys proceeded to call in a favor and get a whole half mile of beach on the California coast sectioned off just for them. The group arrived at the beach a little later in bathing suits and tank tops, ready for some time to themselves.
　
Harry and Louis were enjoying themselves in the ocean, swimming as much as you can in the rough water. Zayn, Niall, and Liam however, focused on their tan. The 3 boys sat one after the other on towels, laid out across the warm sand, letting the sun's rays soak into their skin. "Is anybody else getting hungry?" the black haired guy asked. "I could definitely go for a burger right about now" answered Liam. "What about you Niall?", no response. "Niall?" Liam asked. Both guys sat up to check on their friend to see him asleep on his blue towel. "Aww, the baby must have been tired" Liam joked. A wicked grin was plastered across Zayn's tan face within a few minutes. "You thinking what I'm thinking?". The other brunette guy's eyes sparkled with excitement when his mind registered with his band mate's plan. They sprang up and went over to their slumbering buddy and went to work. Liam and Zayn began to bury the blonde in the sand, packing it around his whole body except for his head and feet. Soon after they finished up, their captive awakened. "What..what is going on? Guys!" he shouted as his head bobbed back and forth and he tried to get loose, but it was no use. Both prankers laughed at their immobile friend as he fought to get free. "Let me out!" he demanded with a touch of humor. "We're just gonna have a little fun with you Ni" Zayn laughed. That being said, Liam took a spot at the squirming head and the mastermind behind the scheme sat at the blonde's wiggling feet. The boy at his head started poking and playing with his neck, tickling him a great deal. His fingers wiggled and pinched at his vulnerable neck as his head shook in every direction. He tried getting away from the devious tickler's grasp but every move he made; Liam followed him with his tickle fingers. "AAHAHA STOPP LIAMMM SSTAHAHAP" he protested. The tickler got a kick out of his buried friend's discomfort, smiling the whole time.
　
At the other end of Niall, Zayn was going to town on his helpless feet. His nimble fingers raked and scratched at the thrashing soles with all his focus, sending the blonde boy howling in laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SSTOOP STOPPPP GEETT AWWAYY FRROMMM MEEEE YOUUU GGGUUYSSS AHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA". The tan guy's nails scribbled ultra-fast on the pink soles and concentrated on the obviously very sensitive toes. He realized their level of ticklishness after one of his fingers accidently slipped between the big and second one, resulting in a scream from Niall. Zayn used both hands to pry back all 10 toes at once and started exploring the newly exposed flesh. His nails scraped and scratched the pink base of the digits intensely, driving the captive blonde into a new fit of ridiculous laughing. "AHAHHAAHAHHA NOOTTTT MYYY TTOOEESSSS!! SSTOPPP SSTOOPPP ITTTT" he begged as his friends continued their reign of ticklish terror. While Liam kept his wild fingers going on the tender neck, the foot tickler spotted something that may be useful to him. He popped up and grabbed his comb, the very one that kept his hair looking great. He returned to the now calm feet and let the teeth of his comb make contact with the soft soles. All the black teeth raked and teased the upturned feet vigorously, making Niall wig the hell out! His screams and laughter went up about 2 octaves with every stroke of the vicious comb. After a few more minutes, Liam quit and let his friend handle the insanely ticklish blonde. Zayn wanted to see how far he could push his friend so without warning; he switched the comb to only one foot and unleashed his rapid fire fingers on the other. His nails exploited every inch of smooth skin and his black torture device raked up and down the opposite sole with no break, continuously tickling the overly sensitive feet. Zayn loved this, finally getting to fulfill his desire to get at Niall's feet, and his toothy grin showed his happiness. After 20 minutes of downright unbearable torture, the devious boy stopped tickling him. The blonde just lay there, catching his breath and regaining his composure while Liam and Zayn giggled at his condition. They dug him out and helped him to his feet before heading down to the water with Lou and Haz.
　
After an afternoon at the beach and some outside showers, the band returned to their tour bus. The trip to the coast proved to be physically draining for the One Direction boys, sending most of them to bed before 12:00, all but 2. With everyone asleep, Zayn and Harry were left alone in the living room with nothing but the TV. making noise. One of those escape artists was on the screen preforming another death defying stunt, capturing all of the guys' attention. The pair of boys watched the magician in amazement as he finally broke out of the impossible combination of ropes, chains, and handcuffs. "That is so fake" the curly head spoke up. "It can't be that hard" Zayn added. "You think you could do it?", "Duh..", "100 bucks says you can't get out in 10 minutes", "Deal Haz". The two slapped hands and agreed on the bet, "Easy money" Zayn said to himself after Harry left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a couple of shoe laces in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. "Ready for this?" he taunted. "Bring it on big boy". "Lay on your stomach" Haz instructed. The challenger did so and let his buddy put him in the best hold he could create. Harry tied his hands behind his back with tape and brought his legs back and tied each one to the opposite wrist with the shoe laces. After hog tying his friend, he got up and looked at his handy work. "When can I start?", "In 5, 4, 3, 2, go!" he said to his bound bud.
　
The dark guy struggled against the tape and shoe strings for the whole 10 minutes until the timer on Harry's phone went off. "Looks like someone is out a hundred bucks" the fuzzy headed teen laughed, standing over the tied Zayn. "Yeah, yeah, just untie me". "Not..just..yet" he said in an evil tone. "What?!" the now nervous singer shouted. His head tried to see what Harry was doing, but he couldn't get a good look. He had no clue what his friend had in store for him, until he felt something touch his socked foot. His eyes shot open as his mind filled with fear of what was about to happen. Haz's fingers started stroking his bound soles softly, getting slight giggles from Zayn. The wild haired guy knew how ticklish his band mate was and he intended to get a rise out of him. Both hands sped up the tickling on the cotton covered feet, getting a squeal from the captive. "AHHHH". "There we go" Harry grinned. He let his fingers run all over the feet, venturing to every spot on the sensitive soles, getting a particularly loud response when he hit the middle of them. "I wonder what would happen if we got rid of these socks?" Harry asked, like he didn't know. "NO! Come on man, don't take my socks off!!" he begged. His pleading didn't change the mind of his tickler as he peeled off the black protection, revealing 2 ultra-tan, ultra-soft, and ultra-nice feet.
　
His toes wiggled when the air hit them, sending a wave of wrinkles across the pink soles. Harry almost forgot what he was doing when his eyes saw Zayn's bare feet, and here they were tied up and at his mercy. His head shook as he came back to earth and renewed his torture on his brunette mate. He brought all 10 nails to the top of the feet and raked them down the entire length of each one several times. Zayn's body tensed up when the fingers touched his tender soles, followed by outrageous laughing. "AHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAH SSTOOPPP STOPPP HAARRYYY DDOONTTTT STTOPPPPP AHAHHAHAHA". "Don't stop? Ok" he teased. "AHAHHAA NOOO". The 20 year old bucked and squirmed on the floor as his tickler continued attacking his helpless feet. Harry was now scribbling all over them with lightning speed, his nails trailing over every part of his very, very ticklish feet. His fingers scratched furiously on the soft soles, forcing crazy laughter and screams from Zayn. While Harry was in tickle heaven, the other guys woke up to the extremely loud laughter coming from the living room. "What is going on?" Niall asked. Haz quickly turned around to see his blonde haired friend along with Liam and Louis, standing a few yards away and trying to figure out what Harry was doing. "Well, I bet Zayn that he couldn't break out of something like an escape artist and he couldn't so, I decided to have some fun with him".
　
The 3 guys grew evil smiles on their faces and proceeded to help out their curly haired friend. "No, guys come on!" Zayn pleaded. But they wanted to tickle the usually cool singer while he was tied up, there may not be another moment like this. Liam sat by his side and Louis sat at his other side, while Niall plopped down by his head, full of great hair. Liam dug his fingers into the vulnerable side like a wild man while Louis let both his hands grab and prod the flank on his side. The blonde was tickling his neck, vibrating his powerful fingers in it while his head thrashed about. Zayn jumped and wiggled around on the carpet, but no amount of movement could relieve the sensations that were being created on his feet, upperbody, and neck. Harry's crazy awful tickling devastated the tan feet underneath his fingers, being probably the most ticklish part of the 20 year old's body. The fuzzy headed boy held back a set of Zayn's long toes and let his nails scratch each one with great focus, extracting a roaring laugh from the helpless guy. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA NOOO MOREEE TTIICCCKKLLINNGGG AHAHAHAHAH SSTOOPP YOUUU GGUUYYSSSS!!!" he begged. The shouting didn't appeal to the boys' until he started choking up, scaring the group. "I guess you've had enough" Harry said in a satisfied tone. Liam, Niall, Louis, and Haz untied the darkest member of One Direction and went back to their bunks for the night. Harry just went back to the couch and started flipping channels, while Zayn caught his breath and gained his strength back. "You're evil Styles" the boy said as he walked toward his bed, passing his tickler. Harry just smiled and layed on the futon until he fell asleep, and could dream of his tickle conquest over his buddy.
　
The next day, the band woke up in a light hearted mood following last night's ticklish events. Niall, Zayn, & Harry had gone to the gym around 10, leaving Louis and Liam alone in the bus. Ever since he had been trapped in the shower curtain and Liam had tickle tortured him, Louis craved revenge but he had to do it without him catching on. So the mischievous guy took a seat by his younger friend on the infamous futon. "Whatcha watching?". "Ridiculousness", "This show is great", "Yeah I know". Louis was looking for a way to start his attack on Liam without being obvious but how? He thought and thought until he saw his shoe sitting on the floor by the couch. Everyone knew how badly his shoes smelled because he didn't wear socks, and he also knew how to get under Liam's skin. So he picked up the shoe and brought it toward the boy's face, "Does that stink to you?" he asked. "Ahh, get that away from me" he answered, pushing his arm away from him. Liam's plan was working flawlessly. He shoved Liam back, sparking a play fight. The brunette came back at him with a harder push, nearly knocking him off the futon. Louis retalliated by tackling him off the couch, onto the floor. The boys started wrestling around, trying to pin each other down, until the older singer finally did. He was able to pin his arms down with his knees, exposing his underarms. Louis straddled Liam and let his hands dig into his vulnerable sides, wiggling them down the entire length of each of them. "AHAHAHAHAHAH GEETTT OFFFFF LLOUU AHAHAHAHAHA" the boy shouted under his tormentor. The fingers ran wild along Liam's sides, stopping to count the ribs as he came across them. His fingers wiggled into the ribs earnestly, driving him up the wall! After several minutes of that, his hands moved up and found their way into the wide open underarms. The moment his fingers touched the beginning of the pits, Liam cringed, knowing his worst spot was about to be exploited. He tried to buck and throw Louis off him but the older guy held onto his spot on top of his victim.
　
With a hand dominating each armpit, Liam was going insane with ticklish over load. He thrashed and squirmed under his tickler, but he just couldn't get free. Lou's fingers were diabolical, wiggling and vibrating in the hollows with unbelievable energy, sending Liam reeling into wild laughing."AHAHHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA SSTOPPPP IITTTTTT!!! AHAHAHAHAHHAAAA NOOO MOOREEEE DDOONTTTT TIICCKKKLEE MEEE NOOTTTT MYYY PIIITTSSSSS!!" he begged. "Alright" Louis agreed, surprising the writhing boy under him. With one swift move, he flipped Liam over onto his stomach and pulled one of his legs back, gripping his bare ankle. "NOO LOOUUISS DONTTT!". But he did, letting his fingers go nuts on the helpless foot. His nails scratched at the super soft flesh, exciting the nerve endings to no end. Liam was going crazy like a bull under Louis, being overcome with ticklish agony. The foot writhed all over the place, trying to get free, but it just gave way to more tickling as the fingers didn't even hardly have to move. Liam was reduced to silent laughing in just a few minutes of foot tickling, giving Louis the sign that he had gotten the best of him. The older guy let his foot go and flopped back down on the couch, while a dis shoveled Liam found his way to the chair across the room. Lou looked over at his victim to be greeted by an eat shit grin, making him laugh. He could rarely take the younger boy seriously, especially after hearing him scream like a little girl.
　
At this point, all of the guys had fulfilled their ticklish desire, except Niall. He still hadn't gotten his chance to get at Harry's feet and make him laugh his head off. But that would soon change. Later that day, the guys were hanging out in the living room while Niall was taking a shower. "Watch this" Harry said, as he crept down to the bathroom, trying not to notify the blonde of anyone approaching. The sneaky guy had a fully loaded cold water balloon, ready for the showering boy. Harry quietly unlocked the door and tip toed in. When he got close enough, he launched the water balloon on his friend, getting a loud response from him. Haz ran out, past the rest of the guys laughing at his prank. He hid under one of the bottom bunks, anticipating Niall's comeback. Not a minute later, the heated boy came out of the steamy room in a t shirt and boxers, looking for his pranker. He got to Liam, Louis, and Zayn, "Where is he?". "I have no idea" Zayn answered, as he pointed toward the bottom bunk.
　
The blonde walked to the bunks and noticed a few toes sticking out from under the bed. He smiled, realizing the time had finally come to unleash on his friend. Niall bent down and pulled his leg from under the bunk, leaving Harry from the thighs up still under the bed. He quickly sat on the legs, across the ankles, trapping the feet. The curly haired guy jolted around and tried to get out but it didn't work. Niall dove into the pink soles head first, spidering on the helpless feet full speed. "AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHA NIIAALLLL SSTOPPPPPPP!!! AAHAHHAHAHAHAHA" he screamed from under the bed. His fingers glided on the feet with great ease, letting them go to town on every area of them; the heels, the balls, and the arches. Niall received a mega loud squeal from Harry when his nails ran over his pink heels. "I think I found Haz's special spot!" he announced, making the stuck boy jerk even harder. To get the full affect, he used his nails to scratch and scrape on the ultra-sensitive heels, focusing all his energy on them. This forced Harry into a new fit of ridiculous laughter and bucking, well as much as the bed would allow. The blonde's fingers sent electric sensations up his victim's spine and all throughout his entire body. Just then Niall spotted Zayn's infamous comb on the bed, excellent, he thought.
　
He reached for the comb and Harry almost got free until Niall grabbed the legs back. "Not so fast Styles" he laughed, as he brought the destructive comb to the ultra-soft feet. The blonde let all the teeth go full blast on the upturned soles, achieving new levels of laughter from Harry. The black tool raked back and forth, over and over, along Haz's exposed feet. The comb was doing its magic when it slightly touched the toes, forcing out an even wilder outburst. Niall's eyes lit up when he saw the new response. He pried back 5 of the toes and ran the comb horizontally on the base of them, "AHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAH MMERRCCYYYY AHAHAHAHAHAHA LLETTT MEEE GGOOOOOO NOOOTTT MMYYYY TTOOEESSSSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHAAHAHA NOOO MOOREEEE!!!" he begged. "Who's the best?" Niall taunted. "MMMEEE AHAHAHAHA", "Who's the best" he asked again, with a rapid fire attack to his toes and heels at the same time. "AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHO OOOKK OOKK YYOUUUUU AREEEE TTHHEEE BBEESSTTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAAA". Finally, Niall the sadistic had gotten his revenge. He got up and let Harry go, getting a job well done from Zayn, Liam, and Louis. Harry however was completely exhausted and shot Niall a sour look with a hint of playfulness. The blonde just grinned and finished dressing, knowing his inner desire was finally under control.
　
That night, the guys finished up One Thing and regrouped back stage. "Is it just me or is the crowd loving us more than usual?" Harry asked. "Yeah, we must be on point tonight" Niall agreed. "It's like something happened this week, something different" Liam added. "Yeah, maybe..." Zayn chimed in. Little did the boys realize, their tickle needs being tended too helped them give a better show. Somehow, the tickling gave them more confidence and energy. Maybe they had discovered a new performance booster, maybe one they needed to try again, before every show. So the next time you see One Direction killing it on stage, they may have had a little help; a tickle boost.