One Direction Preferences Part 2

You're On Your Period

You’re On Your Period

Harry - he carried you into the kitchen in your sweats, and perched you on the closest kitchen stool. “Now, what are we craving, baby?” He moved to the fridge and opened it wide for you to see. Blindly, he started reaching for items that didn’t gel, his first instinct being to get you food whenever it was your time of the month. 

"Chocolate," was the only word you could manage out before you doubled over with cramps, hands flitting around your stomach, and a low-slung groan escaping. 

"Baby girl," he hurried over to you, patting hair back from your forehead and kissing each temple damply, "if it’ll make you feel better, you can kick me in the balls."

Liam - you woke up suddenly, a groan petering out when the familiar twist in your stomach rolled you over. You peeled back a section of the blankets and hurried into the ensuite, shutting the door behind you. You sat down on the toilet, a sigh issuing out moments later, “damn…”

"Babe, you okay in there?" Liam hadn’t taken the sleep from his voice, and neither had you when you called back to say you were fine. 

"Just some feminine stuff," you added lamely. 

"I’ll go put the kettle on," Liam smiled patiently through the door, "and make a run to the supermarket for ice cream."

Louis - he closed the front door quietly, the clock ticking over to eight o’clock at night. You rounded the corner sharply and stalked the foyer towards him, “where the hell have you been? You said you’d be home at seven, I needed you, goddamnit, I had a terrible day, and some horrible woman at the pharmacy…”

"Babe, babe, babe…" he hushed you with his lithe hands on your arms, dropping his things in a haste to find you and press his lips to your forehead, "calm down, it’s okay…"

You sighed as he held you, sniffing, “I’m a mess, I’m sorry, it’s just…”

"That time of the month?" Louis queried, peering down at you solemnly, his eyebrows in a knot. 

"Yeah," you sighed, and fell against his chest.

Zayn - he turned around when he thought he’d forgotten something. “Is there anything else I’m not thinking of, babe, anything else we need?”

"Um," you tossed your head back, mess of a bun lolling with you, "we need milk, eggs… oh, we also need more tampons," you hitched a smile at the last item. 

"Tampons?" Zayn leant against the doorframe, fanning out a breath like it was half a sigh. 

"Yeah, I’m on my period, babe," you giggled, and marched across the kitchen, "will you be alright to get those?"

"Yeah, sure…" he scratched the back of his head, turning to leave. You counted the seconds in your head amusedly before he swivelled around again, "so this means… no sex for a whole week, right?"

"Yep, babe," you beamed at him. 

"Scratch condoms off the list then," he pouted, and left, aligning half a smirk on his lips to satisfy you before the front door slammed. 

Niall - ”What can I do, baby?” He rushed to your side as you moved on the couch, easing up into the fetal position, a cringe wearing your features. “Can I get you something to eat? Do you want something to drink? What about a hoodie or something? Are you cold? Do you need extra sheets or something? What do you need, baby, I can get it for you?”

"Niall," you laughed, as your cramps dissipated for the moment. You leant up and hung over the back of the couch to face him, "I’ll be fine. It’s just my period, you can calm down."

"But what can I do to make it better?" He wrung his hands, edging closer to you, "do you want snacks? Candy? The supermarket might be closed…" he drummed his fingers by the side of your face, strained by thought, "I know, I can call the manager, tell him I need sugar for my girl… I can drive down, and…"

"Niall," you took his face, and eased up, pressing his lips to yours, "you want to know how you can make me feel better?" He smiled into the kiss, grazing your skin amidst a feverish nod, "you’re already doing it."