One Direction ~ BSM & BSF & DDM

Niall (14) DDM - Period

The one thing that could put you in more of a sour mood than being on your period, is being on your period while your mum isn't home. You only had your dad with you in the house for a few days, and there's no way you're going to get along for the entirety of them; you usually got into arguments with him when you were on your period as it made you grumpy, exhausted and unable to control yourself.

"Ugh," you groaned in pain, laying in a fetal position in your bed, completely hidden underneath your blankets. You desperately needed medication for the relentless cramps shooting through your lower stomach, but to get them, you'd need to explain why to your dad. And... there wasn't the slightest chance you were going to talk to him about your period. Suddenly, unfortunately for your pounding head, someone knocked loudly on your closed bedroom door, doubtlessly your dad.

"Come in," you called, barely above a whisper. Niall obviously didn't hear you, because he knocked again, this time even louder.

"I said come in!" you yelled, not thinking about the effect it would have on your sore head, or how your dad would react. Niall swung the door open and stood in the doorway, and you threw the sheets off of your face and stared at him, noticing his one eyebrow raised and expression that read, "Be disrespectful, I dare you."

"Excuse me? Why are you yelling?" Your dad asked, calmy but sternly. You rolled your eyes and hid away in the blankets once more, only to have them ripped away three seconds later, with your dad standing directly above you.

"No, we're not having this attitude, thank you very much. I was going to ask if you wanted some lunch. I'm making some now. Are you hungry?" your dad asked, willing to move on immediately from the rudeness. You on the other hand... not so much.

"No. I want to be alone."

"Well, you can be alone if you'd like, but you need to be nicer about it. I came in here to offer you lunch and I got yelled at. Not so nice, huh?" He reprimanded, and you sighed frustratedly, absolutely not in the mood to be reasonable or polite in any way.

"Dad, leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you, ok? Just stop-"

"No. Enough with this rude tone of yours. I don't care if you're moody; you don't take it out on me. I won't make you lunch if you don't want to be civil and act you're age." With that Niall turned to leave, but stopped when you muttered something under your breath.

"Jerk," you mumbled, a bit too loudly. Clearly, you shouldn't have. He marched over and within seconds he was towering above you with an angry frown.

"That's quite enough, young lady! You are being arrogant and it's very disrespectful! I want you to stay in your room for the rest of the day, and not come out until I say! Do you hear me?! Lose the attitude, the tone, and the idea that you can speak to me like that!" Your dad disappeared from your room and left the door open, so you got up and slammed it shut.

"DO NOT SLAM YOUR DOOR!" You heard a booming voice shout from the stairs and ran back to your bed, where you sank into the mattress and instantly regretted being snotty and making your dad mad. Slowly but surely, you began to tear up, sniffle a little bit, and soon let the waterworks pour out. You were still in pain from your cramps and headache, but now also from your dad being mad at you. What were you supposed to do now? Your mum wasn't home and your dad clearly wasn't going to comfort you after the way you acted...

After what seemed like an eternity of lying in bed, clutching your lower stomach and sniffling in pain, you fell asleep. An - unknown to you -  amount of hours later, you awoke to the sound of your dad's voice, and the feeling of his large, warm hand rubbing your back.

"Y/n... wake up, darlin'. Y/n..." Niall murmured softly, rolling your body over to face him. You were still curled up in a ball and holding your stomach, which your dad noticed.

"You okay, baby?" Niall asked, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. You finally opened your eyes but then looked down guiltily when you remembered the way you treated your dad earlier. You tried to hide your splotchy, tear-stained face from his view but he held the blankets firmly and wouldn't let you pull them up past your neck. Niall sighed and left your side of the bed, leaving you even more upset, until you felt the other half of the bed dip and a comforting arm wrap around your waist.

"Dad?" You whispered, voice cracking from all the crying you did beforehand. Niall flipped you over to face him again and spooned your smaller figure into his chest. 

"Baby girl?" He prompted, waiting for you to speak.

"I'm sorry," you started. "I'm tired, and I want food, and my stomach hurts, and I just want to sleep..." you whined, sniffling and snuggling into your dad's t-shirt. Niall kissed the top of your head and hummed in response.

"Shh... it's alright, I understand you don't feel good. Just tell me next time, yeah? I'll cuddle you all day if that's what you want, princess." He Hugged you tightly for a few more minutes, then sat up and scooped you up with him. "Come on, let's go eat something. You've been out for three hours, sleepyhead! I bet you're hungry, yeah?" Niall chuckled, and you smiled and nodded, walking downstairs with him to the kitchen, where you made bacon and egg burgers with potato wedges.