Zayn: You've been trying to get his attention for five minutes now, but with his headphones on loudly, it's been rather difficult. You know that you have his attention, and he knows you know, but he's not letting on. "Zayn!" He starts humming the tune of whatever song he's listening to, and you groan loudly. "Zayn, Zayn, Zayn, Zayn," you complain, poking his side each time you say his name. He flinches away each time you do and you smirk, finally figuring out how to get to him. You push up his shirt over his stomach and dig into his hips. He jumps as though he has been electrocuted and starts laughing uncontrollably, bucking his hips in all directions to try and get you off. "IHIHIHI"M LIHIHIHIHISTEHEHENIHIHIHNG," he shouts, yanking off his headphones. You smirk and slow down. "I forgot what I was trying to tell you. So," you say, scribbling over his sides, "I'll just keep tickling you until I remember."
