Ziall: The Pool

This is a prompt given to me by Louisbootomlinson.  Just know that Louisboo might write one based around a pool also. So no one is truly copying another.  Also take to note that I have absolutely no clue where Zayn is with his fear of water so I kind of made that part up, hence the word fanFICTION.


The One Direction boys were spending the day in the pool located at their currently rented out house.  Since the boys have met Zayn, they have noticed his immense improvement with what used to be his fear of water.  He can now fully submerge himself under the surface with ease and at least swim around in water around 5 feet deep.  Although, he has not yet managed to jump into the pool or swim in waters deeper than about 5 feet 3 inches. Any water past his neck is No Man’s Land for Zayn.  To say the boys are proud of him is an understatement.

Zayn was currently sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs hanging in the water watching Niall swim around and enjoy himself like the little kid he was while the other three were laid out on pool chairs, exhausted from swimming.  The dark-haired boy had started to get wrapped up in his own mind, becoming unaware of the events going on around him.  He looked up to notice the little leprechaun was no longer in the pool.  As he started to look around for the blond, he felt someone push him into the pool from behind.  He scrambled around underwater before managing to break the surface and climb out of the pool completely terrified.

“Woah, Zayn are you okay?” Louis asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, breathing heavily, “I’m fine, just a bit freaked out is all. Just one question though.”

“What is it?” Liam questioned.

“Who was the prick who pushed me in?”

The boys look around before spotting a cheeky looking Niall sitting on the steps of the pool.  Zayn proceeded to walk over and sit down next to Niall.

“Was that necessary?” Zayn asked.

“No, but it was funny as hell.” Niall replied.

“Funny, hmm?  Well if you think that’s funny then I bet you’ll find this hilarious.” He says as he pulls Niall from around the waist into a laying position on the water-covered steps and straddles him.  The other three boys immediately know what is in store for Niall and just start to walk into their house with big smiles on their faces.

“Good luck!” Harry says waving a dismissive hand over his head as he walks away from Niall and Zayn.  Gears of revenge started to turn behind Niall’s eyes as he watched Louis, Liam, and Harry walk away leaving him completely helpless.  He glanced up at Zayn to see he had the most evil smile in the universe on his face.  Niall visibly gulped as his mind tried to mentally prepare him for what was in store.  Although, a sudden pair of hands started digging into his sides, rudely interrupting his mental preparation.

“AHahahahahaha nohohoho Zahahahahayn. Dohohohohon’t dohoho thihihihis!” Niall pleaded.

“What, this?” Zayn pretendingly pondered as his hands made his way to Niall’s adorable tummy.

“YEHEHEhehehehehes thahahaht! StohohoHOHOHOohohop ihihihit!” Niall laughed, his laughter obviously increasing as his stomach was tortuously assaulted.  He was trying to bat Zayn’s hand away, proving that impossible as his body was soaked in water, yet Zayn’s hands were barely wet, making Zayn’s jobs easier as he could move quickly while Niall couldn’t even dream of catching his hands.

“Hmmm, I honestly thought you would be laughing more. What’s keeping you, huh?  Does this not tickle enough?” Zayn teased, his hands inching closer to Niall’s navel then suddenly stopping, one of his fingers resting dangerously on the edge.  Niall’s eyes widened immensely as he realized what Zayn was about to do.

“NO ZAYN!  DON’T YOU FUCKING DAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHARE!” He laughed as Zayn’s finger plunged into Niall’s belly button swirling around the sensitive innie.  Zayn then began inching towards Niall’s ribs as he slowly lowered his head towards the leprechaun’s navel.

“NOHOHOHOhohohoho Zahahahahahyn!  Ihihif yohohou haahahave ahahany merherhercyhyhy leheheheft uhuhuhuhuhuse ihihihihit nohohow!” Niall begged, his giggles increasing as he felt Zayn’s stubble on his stomach.  His pleas were futile. However as Zayn took a deep breathe and blew.  One of Niall’s worst nightmares was brought to light, as Zayn just didn’t end with one raspberry.  Oh no, he continued to blow raspberry after raspberry for what seemed like forever to Niall.  Zayn was contemplating tickling Niall’s underarms when all of a sudden he heard nothing.  That’s right, absolutely nothing.  He glanced up to see a very red faced Niall in silent laughter, not able to breathe.  He decided his blond friend had enough for the day and decided to let him up, helping him stand.

“You okay there, Niall?”  Zayn asked, concerned for his friend.

“Just gasp fine… But oh Zayn when I get you ba-,“ Then Niall stopped, remembering why he was tickled in the first place.  He realized he probably gave Zayn a heart attack by pushing him into a pool. Niall sighed.
“Never mind, let’s just head inside.”

“Yeah, I bet the boys are thinking I’ve murdered you by now.” Zayn said as they walked into the house, finding the other three boys sprawled over the couches in the living room.

“So Niall, have fun?” Louis questioned. Yeah, they were so dead.