#MOSTCLICHEPREFERENCE/IMAGINEEVER
Ashton:
"Kill me, kill me now." You plead as you curl up in a tighter ball on your bed. The cramps were always bad, mostly because you have dysmenorrhea (soz I'm a medical major, it means painful periods), but this month was horrible.
"Babe, you alright?" Ashton asks, crawling into bed next to you and moving your hair out of your face. You bury your head into your pillow and scream at the top of your lungs. "Whoa, that bad?" He questions. You nod your head, still keeping your face from the world around you.
"My body hurts." You complain helplessly as you turn onto your back. Ashton massages your lower abdomen slowly, taking your mind off the pain for a bit. "Thanks." Ashton leans down and presses his lips to yours.
"How about I go get some movies and food and we spend the rest of the day in bed? Or better yet, rest of the week in bed."
Calum:
"No!" You cry out, clutching onto the box of tissues. "I can't believe Shay is dead!" You scream at the TV as the tears cascade down your cheeks. Calum sits beside you on the couch, staring over at you like you were crazy. "Oh my God!" You bring your hands to your eyes and cry into them.
"What the hell is your problem today?" Calum asks, placing a hand on your shoulder and patting it comfortingly. If he hadn't said what he just said you'd be fine with him.
"What the hell is my problem? My problem?" Calum's eyes go wide and he looks as if he wants to run off and hide. "I'm overemotional, I'm in constant pain, and I feel like you don't even understand! I'm on my period, okay!" Calum sighs and pulls you into his embrace before grabbing the remote.
"I'm sorry, it came out really wrong." He leans over and gives you a soothing kiss. "Let's just watch another episode."
Luke:
"L-Luke." You utter breathlessly as his lips attack your neck. You suck in a breath and bite down on your lip to keep the moan deep in your throat. Your eyelids were dangerously close to fluttering shut and never opening ever again. "Luke." You try again, this time with a little more effort. Unfortunately it came out as a hearty moan, not a warning to stop. His hand brushes against your thigh, moving up the outside of your leg. When it meets your waist it begins to move inward. "Luke, s-stop." You tell him, pushing him off you and sitting up.
"What'd I do?" He asks, suddenly worried. You feel your cheeks heat up and hold your hands to them, hoping they'd cool back down.
"I can't tonight, okay." You say, widening your eyes slightly, hoping he'd get the memo. He had a clueless look on his face when you said this. "You really have no idea what I'm trying to get at, do you?" Luke shook his head. You roll your eyes and sigh. "I'm on my period." Luke's eyes widen and glance down at your lower half for a moment.
"Ohhhhh."
Michael:
"Son of a bitch." You grumble as you begin picking up the clothes you dropped on the floor. You're nothing but a klutz while on your period, mostly because your mind was all over the place and you were in immense pain.
"Is everything alright in here?" Michael asks, stepping into your shared bedroom. "All we hear from down the hall is cursing and angry movements." You roll your eyes and stand from the floor with the laundry basket.
"You can't hear movements." You mutter, then regretting your words because it made no sense. "Sorry, I'm just not feeling very well." Michael's face softens and he comes further into the room.
"If you want I can send the guys home and then take you to the doctor or help you out." You shake your head.
"I'm on my period," You say with a smile. Michael's eyes widen. "Go play with your friends before I change my mind.
