Adolescent

10.

If I don't get the hell out of here in the next thirty seconds, I'm gonna puke all over those five hundred-dollar shoes, I thought as a wave of nausea engulfed my stomach and the level of pain in my head shot up twenty percent. The guy sitting next to me was really going to hate me if I didn't get out of the meeting room.

How unlucky was it for me to get a fucking migraine in the middle of a PR meeting for my book? Pretty fucking unlucky, as I was praying the man who was proposing the last ad idea would just shut the fuck up. I tried to get Sasha's attention, staring at her hard. She didn't even notice and she was right next to me.

My stomach heaved, and I bolted to the bathroom. Fuck what the bigwigs in the meeting thought. I threw the bathroom door open, slamming it behind me. What little I'd eaten made its way into the toilet bowl. Soon, I felt rough fingertips pull my hair back from my face - definitely not Sasha. The fingers then traced up and down my spine, and, knowing I'd normally shiver at this, I knew exactly who it was. Aaron.

I relaxed back into him, my whole body shaking, and my head aching even more. Even the light sound of his breathing pierced my head like a knife. I whimpered is pain as he kissed the crown of my head and ran his hands up and down my arms.

Slowly, I got up and went to the sink and turned on the cold water. I collected some in my hands and washed out my mouth. I had a death grip on the sink basin as a wave of dizziness hit me. Oh, kill me. I felt like death, anyway.

I jumped at the feeling of hands on my shoulders.

"Why don't we head back to the bus?" The question - referring to the tour bus - was barely a whisper. It still caused another blade to stab into my head.

I agreed, and bore the excruciating pain of walking out of the building and the cab ride back to the hotel where the bus was waiting. Once there, Aaron practically carried me into the bus. I kicked off my shoes, climbed into my bunk and shut the curtain, all while Aaron dug through my suitcase to find my migraine meds. He found them, and I took them - dry - without a thought. He then climbed into my bunk with me, shielding me from the small amount of light that peeked into the small space.

I found it touching - and a little weird - that he'd care for me so much, even though our first date was barely two weeks ago. Even though we'd spent quite a lot of time together since, I just found it wierd. But it was nice. Really nice. His presence was calming, even if it didn't lessen the pain any.

I felt him pull my glasses off of my face and put them on the little shelf I'd built into my bunk. Then he pulled me closer, moving to cradle my head between his hand and his chest. I cuddled into him; he was so warm, and I was cold. He sensed that and pulled a blanket over me, then replaced his hand, cradling the back of my head once again.

Time passed, and the aching in my head had decreased as the medicine took effect; his breathing no longer stabbed into my frontal lobe.

The hand on the back if my head moved to gently massage the back of my neck. With this, I started to feel drowsy. The meds were kicking in quickly, and the massage was helping quite a bit.

"Thank you." I whispered quietly, my fingers twisting in his sweater.

He kissed my forehead. "Any time."

I yawned. I'd be asleep in the next few minutes. I cuddled into him even more. His arm curled around me, and he rubbed my back soothingly.

I was asleep within minutes.

****

I woke up to no pain, warmth and the mixed scents of cinnamon and vanilla. I could really get used to this. I curled my fingers into my blanket.

"How're you feeling?"

I jumped. That "blanket" may've been Aaron's sweater.

"Better." I answered.

"Good," I could hear his smile. His hand rubbed up and down my back. "Do you want dinner? I think the boys ordered Chinese."

"Sure."

We both climbed out of my bunk and made our way to the makeshift living room of the bus. The boys were there, yelling at a game of Mortal Kombat that Niall and Louis were currently competing in. Niall saw me and held his controller out to me. "Finish this asshole."

Really, it took me no time to rip out Louis's character's ribcage and shove it through his face. Then, of course, I was challenged to more battles. I ate a few battles later, while Louis and Harry battled each other. A while after that, I quit, the graphics of the video game plaguing me with another headache.

I changed into a sweatshirt and some shorts, then climbed into my bunk. I plugged in my phone for the night and tucked it into a safe place along with my glasses. Turning onto my stomach, I got comfortable and began drifting off to sleep.

Someone touched my back lightly, and I jumped.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Aaron. I turned my face toward him.

"I'm fine; I just need some sleep so I can survive tomorrow."

"Okay," He nodded. Unexpectedly, he leaned forward and pecked my lips. "Goodnight, mon ange."

He knows French?

****

I woke up the next morning with a wetness in my nether regions and pain in both my abdomen and my lower back. I groaned. You have got to be kidding me.

Slowly, I got up from my bunk. What I saw there just angered me even more. Blood stained my sheets, and - of fucking course - I knew it had to be staining my pajamas. Great. Just fucking great.

I took the stained things from the bed, checked the mattress for blood - neagtory - grabbed a change of about everything and a pad and made my way to the bathroom. I put the sheets and my clothes in the sink to treat them with cold water and took a shower. I did all of this while muttering profanities to myself. I honestly could've punched someone in the face if they were to cross me within that time frame.

After my shower, I got out, dried off and out on my clothes. Unfortunately, the warm water of the shower did nothing for my cramps. I wasn't going to take any pain meds for them, though. I'd never liked taking medications and really only took them when I got migraines or were prescribed them by a doctor. I'd take some Tylenol if the pain got worse, though.

Slowly, I made my way to the living room. All the boys were there, including Aaron. There was nowhere to sit, so I hung out against the wall, even though all I really wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wish for the pain to go away. But I was pretty sure I had something to do today.

Ugh. I seriously considered calling Sasha and telling her to cancel all my stuff for the day. It hurt to stand. Dammit, I hated mother nature.

Another second of torture went by, and I thought a vulgar phrase and went back to my bunk. I laid there and tried to remember if I'd even thought to bring a heating pad of some sort on tour. After that, I gave up and took two Tylenol. Then I proceeded to flop around my bunk in search of a comfortable position to lay in. I settled to just curl up on my side in the end.

Just a little while longer.

[Song: Iris - Sleeping with Sirens (cover; originally by the Goo Goo Dolls)]