ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Period Pain (Drabble)

just fluff!

Imagine getting your period in the middle of a work meeting/ class, it's barely perceptible at first but gradually gets worse. Sickness, tummy pain, dizziness, you're feeling hot and cold and hot again. You don't even know if you can make it to the end of whatever you're engaged in, but you eventually do. Your stomach cramps take you to the bathroom where you sit on the closed toilet seat for a while, breathing and concentrating on not passing out. You consider staying, but decide to not take the risk. You text Alex that you're coming home due to bad period symptoms.

When you enter the apartment, Alex is standing in the kitchen with his phone to his ear, a huge frown on his face. He sees you come on and looks... angry? Your phone rings and you realise it's him calling you.

"Darling," he sighs, approaching you. The frown on his face is disturbing, and you can't help but wonder if you've done something?

"Is something wrong?" You ask.

Alex nods slightly. "Why didn't you call me? I would've picked you up. You know I don't like it when you're on your own in such a state."

Tears fill your eyes. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me."

Alex's expression softens. "Baby..." he gently pulls you in his arms, "I'm not mad. I'm sorry. I only just got your text and I was worried about you. Call me next time, please?"

You nod against his chest.

"What do you need, love? A hot bath? Cuppa tea?"

Pouting, you look up at him, "you."

Alex smiles. He leads you to the couch, wraps you in a blanket and disappears for five minutes despite you're whining for him to stay. He returns with two cups of tea, a hot water bottle, painkillers, chocolate, crisps and ice cream. He lays behind you on the couch and spoons you, pulling your body as close to his as possible. His hands hold the hot water bottle to your belly and his soothing breath in your neck is everything you need.

You drink tea, indulge in comfort food and Alex puts on a movie or series you have watched a million times before but it entertains you nonetheless.

At some point, you turn around in his arms to face him, whatever is on tv now only a background noise. You study his beautiful face, from his defined jawline over his perfect lips, his sculptured nose and warm, brown eyes. The little scar under his right eyebrow. The small birthmark underneath his mouth. The growing stubble. Every tiny detail. You try to memorise them, hoping to be able to look at his gorgeous face every day for the rest of your life.

"Is my face that interesting?" Alex pokes your side gently.

"Mhm," you agree, "it's impeccable."

Alex chuckles. "Kiss me."

And you do, you press your lips to his, softly, sweetly. He kisses you back lazily, drawing out each movement of his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is unhurried and full of adoration, and it makes the butterflies go crazy inside your stomach.

Alex pulls away, much to your dissatisfaction, "feeling better already?"

You pout, "no. Need another kiss."

And who is Alex to say no to that?