[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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Cora Bailey Harry left at 5pm, tow reasons. One so then he can get his stuff ready for tomorrow and so Niall doesn't see him. But me being clingy, I really couldn't let him go.
The heat pad thing worked wonders for about half an hour but Harry reheated it for me and it worked again for about another half an hour. Niall said he was still at Liam's but would get food for us both, leaving me happy.
Niall does feel bad that I have a bad period but usually can't do anything about it. Harry in the other hand knew a lot about periods. In the end, I clung to him so tightly but he didn't care because he felt that bad and wanted to do anything he can to help.
I felt sick too, like I was gonna throw up because of it. My mom got a blocker for her periods when she was my age but I've never felt the need to do it nor the guts to do it but I just want to go get the bar birth control because that stops your period for a while.
And so Harry doesn't have to use a condom without getting me pregnant. Or the condom getting stuck in me. I'm glad he realised that because I didn't, I don't even know how it happened. But having my period shows that I'm not pregnant.
I had a shower once I finally peeled myself away from him. I sat on the floor, my lower stomach in the water stream and I just sat there. The water was hot and I felt finally better, Niall came home during it. When I got out, Niall knew exactly what was wrong but asked me...who's hoodie I was wearing.
His eyes scanned what I was wearing, shorts and Harrys hoodie. "Who's is that?"
"Oh...I—I bought it," I stutter. "Wanted something big for myself so..I bought it," I come up with.
"Oh," he nods. "Pizza?" he gestures.
"I was craving this," I sit next to him in the lounge room. I tie my damp hair up and take a piece. Niall looks at me, making me flinch when his fingers run over my neck.
"You've got another one," he says softly, making me freeze. When did Harry give me that on?
"So what?" I shrug.
"Who is giving you all of these?" he whispers.
"Why do you care?" I look at him now.
"Because," he says. "I don't know who is giving you these, and I don't know if it's consented, forced—"
"Niall!" I swat his chest. "What—? Why would you think that?"
"Because you have all of these random hickeys!" he says just as loud.
"It's all consented!" I look at him like he's dumb.
"How do I know that? You don't tell me anything anymore!"
"Just because I hook up with someone sometimes doesn't mean you can think I've been assaulted!"
