You're on Your Period.
Louis: Your face visibly brightens when Louis walks into your shared flat, carrying two paper bags from running errands. "I picked up everything you need - tampons, some painkillers, your favorite ice cream, and I even got you that new book you wanted." He sets one of the bags down in front of you before taking the other to the kitchen. You peek into the brown paper bag, finding a book, some movies, and bottles of nail polish. "Nail polish?" You call out, confused by Louis's odd buy. "So I can pamper you, babe." You can't help but really appreciate your boyfriend. "Thank you for being so awesome." Louis comes back into where you are seated on the couch, holding a cup of tea and a bowl full of popcorn. "Pick a movie?" He suggests. You reach into the bag again and pull out some you have never seen before. After popping in an unfamiliar title, Louis joins you on the couch, comfortably spooning you. He presses a tiny kiss beneath your ear before gently rubbing your cramping stomach. The rest of the day is spent in his arms watching movies and sleeping. You really can't ask for a better boyfriend.
Zayn: Zayn and you are invited to go out to meet some friends for drinks, but you aren't feeling up to it, mainly because you have a terrible headache and stomach cramps from your period. Zayn was oblivious to your condition, and he continues to pester you to go. "We don't have to go for long. I just haven't seen Tom and his wife for so long -" "I'll go for a bit," you huff out in defeat. You take some painkillers before you leave, thinking you'll make it through the night after all. You're doing fine through the whole night, that is until your cramps close in on you again, and you feel yourself become dizzier by the second. "Zayn." You try to keep your voice strong, but it comes out in a whisper. Zayn's smile drops when he sees your pale face. "What's wrong, love?" "Can we just leave, please? I'm not feeling too well." Zayn doesn't ask any more questions and gets you home as fast as he can. "What's wrong?" He asks again once you've taken some medicine. "I'm on my period, Zayn," you say, slightly agitated that he didn't notice. Zayn immediately feels terrible, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bothered you so much about going out. Just hit me the next time it happens, okay?" You chuckle at his successful attempt to make you smile. "Okay."
Liam: Liam's hands grip your waist as if it is the only thing keeping him sane as he teases your mouth with his. Your body feels like fire, slowly but rapidly kindling more and more by each kiss Liam places on your lips. Liam walks you backwards before gently pushing you onto the plush bed behind you, immediately climbing on top of you and connecting his lips with the burning skin of your neck. You fist your hands in his short hair at the back of his head, your eyes closed in euphoria from how good he's making you feel. Your stomach clenches, but not from the way Liam's tongue flicks over a love bite he just created. You know you need to tell him, but you don't want to ruin the moment, not now. He brushes his fingers on the skin above the waistband of your sweatpants, and you groan in defeat. "Liam, babe, stop." Liam immediately picks his head up from your neck, a small frown clearly visible on his swollen lips. "What is it?" "I'm on my period." He frowns a bit longer before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "Doesn't mean I can't kiss you, love."
Niall: Of course, Niall can never understand how terrible it is to be on your period, but he is in as much pain as you are when he sees you curled up in a tiny ball in your bed, covered by mounds of blankets and duvets. "Angel." His voice is always so soft, afraid if he is too loud that he will make things worse. "I bought you your things." You call out a quiet thank you, too tired to get up to retrieve them. Niall is anxious to help you, but you quietly protest when he begins to leave the room to go get some water. "I just want you to cuddle with me." Niall obliges without a hint of hesitation, climbing under the covers to wrap his arms around your fragile frame. He places a tiny kiss on your forehead, finally feeling somewhat helpful. "How are you feeling, darling?" "Better now that you're here." You snuggle your head into his chest, feeling your muscles and heartbeat relax. "I bought you ice cream and those little cracker things with peanut butter that you like," Niall says, hoping he picked right for his favorite girl. "You're the best. You know that, right?"
Harry: He doesn't know why, but Harry is always apologizing when you are on your period. Even though absolutely none of it is his fault, he still feels obligated to make apologies. "M'sorry." His voice comes out in a short breath when you clench your eyes shut because of your painful cramps. "Don't be," you chuckle despite the familiar feeling of knives stabbing you in your stomach. "But can you be my hero and go fetch some painkillers?" Harry jumps up on your command and is back in seconds. "Sorry, I -" You pull him down to your height and press your lips to his to cut him off. You pull away and look up at him through your eyelashes, trying your hardest to capture his attention. "Harry, you are wonderful, and you don't need to apologize." "Sor - I mean, thank you." He doesn't know what to say. You simply take the painkillers before instructing him to join you on the couch. Harry's body is the ideal remedy for your fragile state, wrapping around yours in the most perfect way. He then finds new words to repeat after kissing your skin, the three simple words that you could never get tired of hearing - I love you.
