Cramps, lead me to death. The feeling like someone's digging onto your tummy, feels so unexplainable.
One second it'll go away then afterwards it will come back. Harry knows it, whenever it's the day of the month.
And I'm lucky he understands me. He will buy chocolates, ice cream, sweets and everything I ask for.
And he also understands my mood swings, that's why he will shut his mouth whenever he feels that I'm irritated.
Currently, I am lying with my face on the pillow burying it to catch my screams in agony, so that it's muffled. I've been rolling, holding my tummy and even cried 'cause of the pain that won't go away.
I groaned holding the sheets and screaming.
"This can't be more better" I said on the pillow. Minutes passed and I stayed like that. But when I heard the voice of Harry shouting that he's home. I quickly got up and hurried into the bathroom. I opened the shower, stripped my clothes and got in.
I don't want him to find me fucked up.
"Y/N? Babe? Are you there?" A knock came and soon followed by Harry's voice through the wooden door
"Y-yeah..." I said, still holding my lower belly. I whimpered in pain when the familiar pain, jolted.
"Hey, Are you alright?! Babe! Open the door"
"Harry I'm fine!" I shouted, snapping at him. I feel bad for him. He's just concern but I seemed not pleased. Ugh.
"Okay babe" he said, voice down. I heard him padding away from the restroom and I sighed. I hope he got the hint
