I Promise

Periods

(A/N) I changed my twitter name to ANALCROCS lol k bye enjoy xx.!)

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I wake up to complete darkness and a wet feeling in my shorts. Shit! I check my phone. It's 2 am and I'm fucked. I get up and walk into the bathroom and from what I suspected, I have my period. Honestly, why now?

I go through the bathroom drawers and see if I can find anything. I can't. Why would he have feminine products? I chuckle.

I decide to bundle up some toilet paper for now and to go ask Harry for a major favor. I walk out of the bathroom and tip toe up the stairs. I hear soft snoring coming from a room so I walk over and open the door. The room is nearly pitch black but I can make out Harry's figure from under his duvet.

"Harry?" He didn't reply. "Harry?" I wait a few seconds. His snoring stopped but he still doesn't answer. "Harry!" I yell quietly. He squirms.

"Jesus! Lacy you scared the shit out of me!" He sits up and turns on the lamp on his night stand. "Lace it's 2 am." He squints his eyes trying to adjust to the light.

"I know. I'm sorry, but can you do me a big favor?" I ask politely.

"I guess. What is it you need?"

"Well um.." I clear my throat. "It's kinda that time of the month for me and I'm pretty sure what I need isn't here." His mouth forms an 'o' shape. "So, I was uh wondering if you could maybe go get me some tampons." I can't help but to giggle at the awkwardness of this conversation.

He takes a deep breath. "Course." He replies. Getting out of bed. He's in just his boxers. I cover my eyes. He opens a drawer and throws a pair of shorts at me.

"Harry, you could've warned me." Oh well at least he's not naked.

"You're lucky. Usually I sleep naked." He reads my mind. I walk out of his room and sit in the kitchen. A few minutes later he walks down the stairs in a black t shirt and jeans. "What kind of tampons?" He asks grabbing his keys. I giggle. "What?? I've never gone shopping for tampons before!" I playfully hit him.

"Just the regular ones. It doesn't really matter." I say going to sit down.

"Okay, I'll be back in about 20." He says walking out the door.

"Hurry please!" I call back. Hmm, what to do in Harry's house alone for 20 minutes.

I go straight to the fridge and pull it open. The cold air hits me. I peer through the shelves spotting a jar of pickles. Mmmm. Immediately I grab the jar and set it on the counter. I pull out one and begin to munch on it.

While I'm waiting I pull out my phone and check twitter. I never really use it but whatever, there's nothing better to do.

After logging on I go and follow Harry. He's got nearly 13 million followers! It's weird to think about him being as famous as he is. I grab another pickle and scroll through my newsfeed, looking at tweets for about 10 minutes. I mostly follow friends and family, but I do follow a few strangers.

I refresh my feed after a few minutes. Nobody really is on so I check the trends out of boredom. I scroll down.

#confessions

#mytypeofguy

Ryan Gosling

#tampons

Tampon Harry

I drop the pickle. It lands smack on the floor. Oh my god! I click on the trend and of course a picture of Harry comes up carrying a box of tampons to the checkout. What kind of paps are out at 2 in the morning!?!

Just then I hear Harry pull back in his driveway. Oh lord. Moments later he walks in the door. I sit casually on the chair.

"Hey, these the right ones?" He pulls the box out of the plastic bag, showing them to me.

"Yep!" I say. He hands them to me.

"Thankyou!" I say getting off the chair and sprinting away.

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After I finish, I change into Harrys shorts and walk back into the kitchen. Harry's sitting there.

"Hey, harry." I walk back over to the chair I was in before.

"Yeah." He says, yawning.

"Err. You might want to check twitter." He looks towards me confused.

"Why?" He squints one eye.

"Well for one I followed you. And two, just do it." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his black iPhone. I wait a moment for him to open twitter. "Oh my god!" He laughs. Phew, he's not mad.

@Harry_Styles: 'Damn paps, get a proper job u dick!'

He tweets. He also tweets.

'Just helping a girl friend in need. Xx'

"Awe." I say.

He looks up from his phone. "It's true!" He shrugs. "Oh yeah, what's your twitter name?" He looks back down at his phone.

"@Lace_Baxter." I reply.

A few moments later a new tweet pops up on my feed.

'@Harry_Styles: @Lace_Baxter is my lady friend in case you were wondering. Best friends since second grade! X'

"Harry!!! Thank you for making my mentions go wild!!" I sigh.

"You're welcome." He replies, like nothing happened. Ugh. That boy.

"Well I'm going back to bed. Goodnight Lacy." He says before trotting out of the kitchen. I sit there, my phone blowing up. I decide to shut it off and go back to sleep on the couch.

Ugh. Periods. I sigh.

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