Stranded

Chapter 41

"I'm gonna run into the pharmacy right quick to get some stuff, okay?" I tell him.

"I'll come with you." he says and before I can protest, he's already out of the car. I sigh and follow him inside.

I go over to the feminine products aisle, Harry holding one of my hands in his good one.

"What the hell are we doing over here?" he asks.

"I need to get some...stuff. If you don't want to be over here you can go look at something else or wait in the car."

He sighs, but stays silent. I grab some shaving cream and razors and instantly realise I won't be able to carry all of this.

"Can you please go get one of those basket thingys?" I ask. He groans but complies.

I grab some tampons and other stuff just as Harry's coming back with the basket. I dump all the stuff in there and then try to grab it from his hands.

"I'll carry it." he says. I raise my eyebrows in surprise but don't argue.

"Okay. Let's go get the stuff for your hand and I need some asprin and then we'll be done."

"Is that why you're all moody and have a headache? You're on your period." he says as I'm looking for the asprin.

"Shh! It's not something you go announcing to the world." I scold him. Right now, I should be blushing scarlet from embarrassment, but oddly enough, I'm not.

"Why? It's not that big a deal." he shrugs.

"Think of it this way," I turn to him. "If you were bleeding out of your dick for five days every month, you'd get pretty pissed relatively easy, and you most likely wouldn't want everyone in the world to know, now would you?" I ask him.

"Five days every month?" he asks.

"Sometimes more than five days. Not to mention the cramps. I'm telling you, guys have it so much easier. Being on your period is like going through hell."

"You don't know what guys have to go through. We have it hard too."

"You would say that because you're a guy. All guys have to worry about is their boners showing in public. It's not our fault you can't learn to control your hormones." I say, putting the asprin in the basket.

"Let me see your hand." I instruct. The flesh isn't really torn, but it'll definitely hurt like hell and probably bruise.

"You really need to stop doing this." I sigh.

"Well I haven't been in the ring in a while. I'm just so used to being able to punch something whenever I get angry." he answers.

"We might just have to take a trip down there then. Do you think you could teach me some of your moves?" I smile at him.

"Sure. Though, I don't know why you'd ever need to use them."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I'll always be there to deflect the punches for you. If someone were to even think about hurting you, I would stand in the way so you wouldn't get hurt."

I take his hand in mine.

"Still. Wouldn't hurt to know a few things."

I know Harry will go to any extreme to protect me, but I want to protect him too. In any way I possibly can.

*A Week And A Half Later*

"No. Hell no." Harry says and I sigh.

"Harry, it's going to be freaking 90 degrees in California. What else do you expect me to wear?" I ask him.