mr. styles || h.s ✔

nineteen

Cora Bailey
In a ball, I roll up and down in pain, wincing. It was 3 in the afternoon and I think Harry was with his mom because he hasn't answered me for a while. Niall still wasn't home yet but I didn't care to be honest. My cramps are always bad but these are making me numb in the legs.

I'm curled up in a ball, arms around my waist, knees to my chest head on my knees. I was wrapped under the covers, whimpering. I've taken pain medication but nothing stops the cramps. Heat usually but I don't know where my heat pad is.

So I was left alone, my curtains closed with the same pad I've had on for a while which was getting full because I actually couldn't stand up. I just wanna cry. I'm so emotional and sensitive on my period and I was ready to just get a hysterectomy.

Nothing was helping and I honestly burst into tears. "Ow," I whine, screwing my eyes shut. I sob and let tears roll down my cheeks. I just want Harry, but he's busy. I also just wanna sleep, but I can't with my uterus having a mind of it's own.

I press down on my lower stomach with my arms, hoping that'll relieve some tension. It of course doesn't and at this stage I'm tempted to just cry until I can't anymore. I sniff and use the cover to wipe my tears.

I close my eyes for a few seconds so tears slide down my cheeks, a dip in my bed making my eyes pop open. Harry sits there, tucking hair behind my ear, pouting. He had a black hoodie in his hand, leaning over to kiss my lips.

I kiss him back but don't move anything. "Hey baby," he says softly.

"Hey, how did you get in?" I sniff.

"Your door was unlocked,"

Oh.

He sits there while I uncurl my ball, propping my knees up instead. "I got you somethings," he whispers. I sit up and wipe my eyes, feeling pain every time I move. He reaches into a paper bag that he got from the store, pulling out tampons.

The brand I always get and the size of my flow.

I meet eyes with him and take the box gently, he pulls out another of Advil. I pout and take that box too. "Thank you," I sniff. "I'm warning you, I'm very...sensitive and emotional,"

"It's okay baby," he whispers, tucking hair behind my ear. He then pulls out a heat pad that is a elephant soft toy outside but it has velcro to open it's stomach where a heat pad was. I bite my lip and take it, he hands me the next thing.

"Harry," I pout. "You didn't have to do this," I sniff my tears away as he hands me a packet of candy hearts.

"I know I didn't, but, I wanted too," he smiles. I look up at him, wrapping my arms around him. He hugs me back, rubbing my back, putting his head down to kiss my head. He smells so good. "If you need anything, I'll get it for you," he whispers making me nod into him and hug him tighter. "Do you want the heat pad thing?" he whispers and I nod.

"I need to put a tampon in," I whisper which makes him nod.

"You do that and I'll heat it up," he pulls away. He cups my jaw and wipes my tears, and presses his lips to mine. When he pulls away, he takes the elephant out of the packet and I untuck the one from under my shirt. "What's his name?" he looks at the one in my hand.

"Niall," I sniff making him smile. "And that one's Harry," I grin though the pain.

He smiles. "I'll go heat him up, you go to the bathroom and do what you need to do," he hands me the hoodie he had. "I also brought this for you,"

I could smell the cologne on it from here. "Thanks Haz, for all of this," I whisper, putting my forehead on his. He nods, rubbing my hip.

"C'mon," he whispers. I stand up with the help of him, grabbing new underwear and shorts cause I have 100% bled through these ones. He goes into the kitchen and I limp to the bathroom with the box of tampons and spare clothes.

I took the pad off, disposing it and putting a tampon in. I then slide the new underwear and shorts up my legs then Harrys hoodie that goes to my knees. I feel the warmth from it and wash my hands before padding out the bathroom and into my room.

I slide into bed and curled into a ball again, Harry climbing in behind me. "I locked the door so Niall can't see," he whispered a rasp. He slides his hands under my hips, putting the head pad on my lower stomach with his other hand on my stomach.

I just nod, closing my eyes. He puts his chin on my head and holds the heat pad which makes me nuzzle into his arm that was now around my neck. I sigh a whine, feeling my skin burning from how hot the pad is but I don't care.

"How did you know my tampon size?" I ask.

"Sarah, told me that you probably use those ones and I guessed the size. There's like a hundred different sizes and brands,"

"Thank you Harry," I look over my shoulder. He lifts his head up and pecks my lips, holding me closer. "This is the nicest thing someone's done for me,"

"I hate how girls have to do everything, like they have to get pregnant, carry the baby, push it out of them, have bad periods," he sighs. "It's not fair that men don't have to do anything but get girls pregnant,"

I smile at his words. "Some people will never understand what it's like to have a period,"

"I just wish I could make girls go through all of that pain free,"

"Don't men just get random boners?" I ask.

"Ugh," he groans. "Yes,"

"Have you had one?"

"Many," he nods, distracting me. "The worse one was when I was in an interview. I was wearing tight jeans and I of course got a fucking boner out of no where, luckily they didn't see,"

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just got a random boner," he shrugs. "But then you get hard when with a girl, it's different,"

I snicker. "I wanna have a dick for the day, I wonder what I'd do,"

"If I were a girl, I'd get fucked,"

"If I were a guy, I'd fuck them,"

"We're so weird," he giggles making me grin.

"I know," I sigh happily.

"How long does your period last for?" he asks, keeping me close behind him.

"3 days," I say. "But painful all three,"

He coos, kissing my head. "You've got work tomorrow," I whisper.

"Mhm, you've got school,"

"So you're not staying?"

"I can but Niall might see-"

"Then I think it's a good idea if you leave when you want to, so this stays a secret, I'll be fine,"

"I'll leave," he whispers. "And um-" he clears his throat. "I told my mom...that I had a girlfriend,"

I freeze. "Why?"

"She wanted to know if I had a girlfriend and I said yes but we're still new to it," he says. "She does want to meet you though, not now but...soon," he whispers.

Meeting his mom? Oh my god. He didn't tell her my age so she probably thinks I'm his age. Last time I met parents, I freaked out and rambled on, but because I like Harry so much, I don't want to mess it up.

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im bored, in isolation cause im a close contact but i havent got covid (yet)