Harry's POV
"I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS FUCKING THING! I'M A DUDE. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET THEM DO THIS TO ME, STYLES!?"
Needless to say, Louis wasn't happy. He had been perfectly fine before the operation and even for awhile after, but as soon as he got up to take a wee and, you know, saw what the operation had done he lost it. He had been screaming at me for the last three hours and he was screaming at Dr. Mcall and all the nurses for two hours prior to that. I gripped Louis' hand tightly to keep him from ripping his iv out, again.
"Louis, love," I frowned, "you knew what was going to happen. Why are you so upset?"
Louis calmed down as I ran a hand through his hair. He started sniffling and a moment later tears were coming out of his eyes.
"B-because," he sniffled, "it's real now. It was easy to say yes when I was told that it was the only option, but now I feel so disgusting. I'm just some freak. What if the fans found out? They'd hate me."
"Louis," I sighed, "true fans would never hate you, no matter what. But don't worry, if you don't want them to know they don't have to. This can be our little secret. We don't even have to tell the other boys, but we might want to tell your mum."
"T-thank you Haz," he smiled weakly, "I think that's a great idea."
"Do you want me to call your mum and see if she'll come visit once we get back to our flat?" I asked.
"Sound wonderful," Louis smiled, "Ask if she can leave my sister with their dad, though."
"'Course Lou," I smiled, "do you want me to call in here?"
"Yes please," Louis said, sounding exactly like a five year old.
I nodded and brought out my cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jay," I said.
"Can you put her on speakers Harry?" Louis asked.
I nodded and pressed the speakerphone.
"Harry?"
"Yeah. Sorry I got distracted."
"Not that I don't love hearing your voice, but why are you calling?" She asked.
"Well, Louis is in the hospital and-"
"Louis' in the hospital!? Is he okay? Is he dying?" She cried.
"I'm not dying mum," Louis sighed, "just recovering from an operation that you should know about."
"Alright sweety," she said, "go on and tell me."
"I think it should be said in person," Louis said.
"Is it serious?" She asked, worried.
"Not exactly mum. It's just a little strange," Louis frowned.
I held his hand tighter. Jay agreed to come the following weekend, the day after Louis was being released from the hospital. I looked at Louis, who had a mixture a worry and contentment on his face. As I watched, his face screwed up in pain and he placed a hand on his lower abdomen.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried, "should I call the nurse?"
"No I just, I don't know how girls handle cramps," he sighed, "I'll never underestimate how tough a woman is again."
"If you want I can probably get you something for the pain," I said.
"I think I just want to sleep," he said, "but thank you love."
I smiled, "anytime Lou. Now get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning."
"Are you going home?" He frowned.
"Yes, but just for the night. I'm going to have a shower and get a change of clothes for you and I," I said, kissing his forehead, "I love you. Goodnight."
"Goodnight love," he smiled, "see you in the morning."
I nodded and turned the lights out. I drove home and walked into the flat, barely making it onto the bed before falling asleep. The next morning I woke up, showered, and got dressed. I ate a bowl of cereal, while packing clothes for Louis and I. There was a couch in Louis' room that Dr. Mcall said I could stay on. I grabbed my suitcase and got back into the car, driving to a local store. Walking in I blushed as I got towards the aisle I was looking for. Feminine products. Dr. Mcall had informed me that the hospital pads were extremely uncomfortable and that Louis would probably be a lot more comfortable with some store bought ones. I walked down the aisle and immediately I was confused. Thin ones, thick ones, plain ones, colorful ones, and overnight ones. Which ones did he need?
"Need a hand?"
I looked over and saw a girl, about 15 by my guess, looking at me with a smirk on her face.
I blushed redder, "yes please."
"I'm Hilary," she laughed, holding out her hand.
I shook her hand gratefully, "I'm Harry. Thank you for not screaming."
"You're lucky my best friend isn't here. She's obsessed with you guys. I like you, but I'm more into the oldies," she smiled, "now, how heavy is your friends flow?"
"E-excuse m-me?" I stammered.
"You know," she smirked, enjoying torturing me, "how much blood is coming out of her-"
"Okay that's enough!" I exclaimed, "and for the record it's her first period. The doctor told her it was really heavy."
"Then you'll want these," she said, handing me a package of rather thick pads.
"Does she need ones for night time too?" I asked.
"Yes. These are great. There the ones I use," she smiled, handing me a package of even thicker pads.
"Thank you so much Hilary," I smiled, "do I get one of each or should I get two?"
"Well," she said, "that depends how often you want to come shopping."
I answered by grabbing another package of each. She giggled in response.
"You are such a guy," she laughed, "by the way who exactly is this for? According to my friend your only sister is older and I'm pretty sure she has already started her period."
"I'm shopping for a friends little sister, but he had to work and she's home alone, so I offered to come seeing as she is almost my little sister too," I said, nervously.
"That's really sweet of you," she smiled.
"Thanks," I said.
We walked over to the cash register. She went first seeing as she only had an energy drink. After I went I smiled and offered to buy her a cup of coffee or tea.
"I'd love that," she smiled.
We had a wonderful conversation over our coffee. We talked about her school projects, turns out she is 16, and about my life as a 'celebrity' although I don't really like to use that word.
After awhile she looked at her phone and gasped, "oh my goodness I'm late for school. Thank you so much for the coffee and our little chat. I really enjoyed it."
"As did I," I smiled, "I hope you don't mind, but I'd love to talk to you again sometime."
Her face lit up and she nodded. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbling her name and number on it. She handed it to me with a smile.
"Text me anytime before 8 or after ," she said, "thank you again."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you," I laughed.
I walked out the door with her and walker her to her car. I gave her a peck on the cheek and a smile before she got in the car and drove away. I walked over to my car and began driving to the hospital. This was a great morning. I got Louis' pads and I made a new friend.
I pulled up to the hospital. Grabbing one of each of the pad packages I walked into the hospital. Of course, a minute later I had to go back out to grab the suitcase. I'm just a genius, what can I say. I walked up to Louis' room, luckily it was a small and private hospital, and walked inside. Louis was sitting up on his bed watching cartoons. I laughed as I saw Tom and Jerry. Louis turned his head and smiled when he saw me.
"Morning love," I smiled.
"Morning Haz," he smiled in return.
I set the suitcase on the floor and the bag with the pad packages on the couch. I ripped open the daytime package and tossed a pad at Louis, who caught it quickly. He looked at it with a question mark on his face.
"What's this?"
"You have four sisters and you don't know what that is?" I laughed.
He shook his head.
"That's a pad," I explained, "Dr. Mcall said that store bought ones are a lot more comfortable then the ones in the hospital so I bought you a package."
"Why do you have two packages and how did you know what to buy?" He asked.
"The other package is for nighttime and I met a really nice girl, Hilary," I said.
"You don't like her do you?" Louis asked, eyes gleaming.
"Louis I'm gay," I laughed, "I like her in a friend sort of way. Besides she's only 16. Plus I love you."
He replied by standing up, wincing slightly at the lower region pain, and kissed me softly.
"I'm going to go change this pad," he said, "because Mcall is right. The hospital ones suck!"
I laughed as I watched Louis slowly waddle, yes waddle he was still in pain, and I only had one thought on my mind. How did I ever manage to deserve a guy as amazing as Louis?
