Mother nature ~

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Y/n buried herself deeply into the covers.

Saturday morning, meaning no school she closed her eyes again getting comfortable, finally finding the perfect spot to fall asleep into.

"Oh seriously" she groaned, pulling the covers off of her walking to her bathroom.

"SERIOUSLY!" She shouted this time, seems like mother nature decided to visit early.

Y/n stormed to her bed after her doing her business. She stayed in her pyjamas and watched the vampire diaries.

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It was about 11:30. I was to lazy to get up and grab something to eat.

"Darling, you in there?" Her boyfriend called out. Opening the door and closing it behind him. "Whats wrong, you never stay in your dorm unless..."

"Her period" he thought to himself.

The the worst thing he hated.

"Why now, fuck sake" harry walked up to her spooning her from behind, taking a quick look at her screen. "Well at least im not pregnant,  thats a good thing" y/n looked at harry as he looked back at her.

"You really gotta watch this for the 100th time?"

"Yes, if you dont like it fuck off" harry rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. Pausing the show and turning her on her back.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously.

Harry bent down lifting up her shirt as he began laying little kisses on her lower stomach. "I really hate when your on your period" he said between kisses.

Y/n relaxed a little. "Why?" She said softly

"Well for one, i cant fuck you. Two, your always moody. Three, all you do is watch the vampire diaries and simp over men who are wayyy older than you"

I look down at harry and burst out laughing.

Harry gives me a look. "Hey its not funny!" He sits up crossing his arms. "Aww harrys jealous. " y/n giggles more. "I am not!" He looks at her again.

He shuts her up by kissing her lips. "OK maybe I am a little jealous" he admits as

y/n snuggles into him. "Well you dont need to be, im all yours"

"Yes, your mine. You'll always will be"

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