Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy

Part Seventy

Harry.

My feet walk into the drug store, my hand running through my hair as I do so. Beth's lucky I love her otherwise I would not be doing this. This is embarrassing beyond belief. But I just can't say no to her.

I walk down the feminine hygiene aisle and search through the products. How many different items can there be? What the hell is a maxi-pad?

I read all the boxes and packages, seeing the word protection over and over again. I don't know what size she is or what brand she likes. Some lady looks at me weird and I just shrug at her, her feet scurrying away. Hasn't anyone ever seen a guy shopping for their girlfriend on their period before?

I settle on some random box, deciding it will just have to do. My thoughts stop when some guy walks into the aisle, his hand raking through his hair as he does the same thing I just did. Thinking about making Beth feel better, I walk to the candy aisle and get her some chocolate and then some ice cream. Walking to the cash register, I set the items on the counter and the teenage boy working looks at me weird.

"This for your girl?" he says, scanning the items.

"Why does it matter?"

He shrugs and bags them, my hand swiping my card. "I've had to do this once and it was the most embarrassing thing in my life."

I nod and grab the pen, the damn plaster keeping me from signing it correctly. I grab the bag from the kid and walk out of the store and into my car. People were staring at me in that store like I was the one who needed the shitty plugs. I don't care because I know the truth.

I park the car and get out, walking into the apartment building. My hand grips the bag tightly, trying to hold it so no one can figure out the contents in it. Once at the door, I unlock it and walk in, shedding my shoes and throwing my keys onto the counter in the kitchen.

"Beth, I got you some food," I say, taking my coat off and grabbing her tampons and chocolate.

"Beth?" I ask, concerned she didn't answer me. My feet rush into the bedroom and see her hair splayed along the pillow, her hand pushing her cheek as she lay sleeping. Damn she's cute. My hands drop the tampons and the chocolate, pulling off my shirt and turning the light off.

My body moves under the sheets and pull her body to mine, her forehead resting on the crook of my neck. She curls herself into my body and I hold her tighter, one hand on her head and the other around her body. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes, loving every moment with her, even if I had to run and get her some monthly essentials.

"Harry it hurts," she groans in my ear. My body moves to accommodate her tiny body, her hands rubbing her lower stomach.

"I got you some cotton plug shit, so what more can I do?" I ask, her little hands grabbing mine. She places them where her hands previously were, my eyes opening to the bright light. I lie on my back, her body resting on mine and my hands massaging her stomach, her head burying into my neck.

"I dare you to say tampon Harry," she lightly laughs, kissing my neck.

"Absolutely not. They are blood stoppers," I tell her, her laugh echoing in my ear.

"You are gross. That's very offensive."

I open my eyes again and look at her, her fingers playing with the stubble on my chin and jaw. "How is it offensive? Isn't that what a period is?" I say, cocking an eyebrow and looking down at her.