Harry - ”Babe, I got this…” he smirked into the phone, “just rest, please? You’re not in bed, are you? You’re trying to do the dishes again, aren’t you?”
"No," you lied into the phone, groaning a little when your stomach cramped again, "I’m… I’m laying down, I promise."
"You’re lying," Harry whined, smiling wider. He fiddled in the shelves, looking for the same brand you always bought, tapping aside boxes to find the right size, "get into bed, you goofball. I’ve got the stuff," he shuffled the box when he found it in his hand, "I’ll be home soon," he hung up the phone, slipping it down the pocket of his skinny jeans. He turned down the aisle to make it to the cashier, "hey, man, I’ll just grab these…"
Liam - ”Ah, hang on, hang on,” Liam shuffled down the aisle, scanning the shelves, “can you say that again, babe? Which size did you want?”
"Just regular," you smiled through the phone, "are you sure you can do this, Liam? I can always just grab more tomorrow…"
"No, no," he handed the phone to his other ear, "I can do this, I’m your boyfriend, babe. I got this. Just… tell me which brand again?" He reached out to the shelf, fishing for what you were telling him, "okay, I think I got it… alright, I’ll be home soon, babe, I love you."
"I love you too," you giggled, and hung up the phone. He grazed back, one hand through his short hair, juggling the box in his hand. He peered down the aisle he was in, "regular," he checked the packaging again, "Liam, you got this…"
Louis - ”Hi,” he beamed at the cashier, almost startling her, “sorry, I’ll just…” he dropped the small box from his hand to her, apologetic smile, “I’ll just grab these, cheers.”
"Sure," she offered a small smile, scanning them through, "you’re, um, you’re Louis Tomlinson, right?" She ducked her head to tally up the price.
"Uh, yeah," he scratched the back of his head, tugging a little on the end of his beanie, hair softer by the nape of his neck, where the fabric ended.
"And you’re… buying tampons?" The girl puzzled up her features, "that’ll be, um, seven fifty."
"Oh, they’re for my girlfriend," Louis rushed, smiling wider. He fished in his pocket for his wallet, "(Y/N), my girlfriend, (Y/N)," he beamed, "they’re for her. She’s, um… I take care of her," he shrugged up, "they’re, yeah, they’re for her… not me, her."
Zayn - "Hey, man," he placed the floral box down on the counter, "I’ll just grab these…"
"Sure," the cashier smiled, spinning the box of tampons over to scan it, "after anything else tonight?"
"Um," Zayn ran a hand through his hair, scanning the front shelves, "yeah, I’ll grab two of these, thanks…" he took down a few chocolate bars, "and this," he scrunched a packet of Skittles in his hand, "oh, and she loves these, and I’ll grab this as well…" he dropped down six more items, managing enough of a glance at them to grin sheepishly, "sorry, I’ll just grab one more," he reached for another chocolate bar, and put it on the counter quickly, "they’re, ah, yeah… they’re for my girlfriend. That’ll be all… thanks…"
Niall - ”Um, tampons, tampons, tampons,” Niall murmured, tapping along the shelves, “tampons… ah, tampons,” he grinned to himself, “here we go, um… what size? What size do we…” he murmured to himself, “what size do we need?”
"Hi, do you need a hand?" The store clerk stepped up, almost brushing by him when she offered a smile.
"Oh, no, cheers though," Niall grinned, "I’m just… grabbing some stuff for my girlfriend…"
"Oh, okay, well let me know if you need a hand," she sidled away slowly.
"Yeah, yeah, I will," Niall smiled quickly, turning back to the shelf when she was gone, "come on, Niall, you can do this…"
