5sos Imagines

(C)The Monthly Devil

Liz:

I groaned in pain as the painkiller I took before going to bed had worn off.

"You okay Liz?" Calum asked, still half asleep.

"Mmhm..." I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't pick on the alight waver in my tone at the end.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, wrapping an arm around me and holding me close.

I shook my head side to side, not wanting to talk about it. As much as I knew he wouldn't judge, this wasn't something I wanted to talk about with a dude much less my boyfriend. Not that's it'd matter to him but there really wasn't anything he could do about it so what was the point in saying anything.

"Lizzie, come on, talk to me," he cooed softly.

"I hate being a woman!" I groaned face planting into the sheets.

At this point I wanted to cry so bad but I was really more pissed off than anything. I mean really that motherfucker would never have to know the shit I went through every three to four weeks. Not that it was his fault Mother Nature put me through hell, but seriously, he should know better than to ask dumb questions at this hour. Was I being unreasonable in my attitude? Yes. Absolutely. Was I going to change that? Nope. Not a chance.

"Awww I'm sorry, that must suck. Want me to get you some medicine?"

I nodded, my head resting against his chest, still sulking at the fact that he wouldn't have to face the trouble I went through ever. He let out a quiet sigh before gently moving me off him so I was still somewhat comfortable, besides being in excruciating pain, before leaving the room to get the medicine as I lay there curled up in fetal position praying for this torture to end.

He soon returned with the medicine and heating pad, handing me a pill and some water, which I took and quickly downed rather aggressively. Taking note of my rather unusual change in mood, he soon got back under the covers with me and gently placed the heating pad on my lower abdomen (idk if that's what you call it but lower stomach area) and holding me close, while I continued being grumpy a while longer.

"Now what's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Well that's a load of bullshit."

"Shut up. I'm still mad at you."

"You're mad at me now hmm... and why would that be?"

I shrugged, still annoyed but wanting attention, as I burrowed into him farther.

Luckily, he took the hint and just held me, lightly humming a tune, as I let his voice lull me into a peaceful slumber as the pain soon subsided.