5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#11 That Time of Month

Ashton: You never knew why, but Ashton loved when you were on it. You reasoned that it was how needy you got, and he loved being able to take care of you. You woke up with a cramp and curled into a small ball causing Ashton to wake up, stumble around the bathroom and kitchen, and return to the bedroom. There everything would be that you would need for the day. You quickly pulled him back to bed curling up to him. He giggled his school girl laugh before pressing a kiss on your nose. “You’re so cute!” he murmured. “I love it!” You crinkled you face in pain, nuzzling into his chest even closer. “It hurts.” You whined trying not to cry. Ashton sighed, scooping you up even closer to him, “I know it does, honey, I know, but think of it this way...someday, we can have a house full of babies.” The sweetness caught you off guard momentarily taking away the pain. You didn’t know about a house full, but the thought was sweet nonetheless.

Michael: You were convinced you had the worst period of all time. It lasted a full week, your skin broke out and was oily, you were bloated, your cramps made you cry to the point of hysteria, and your hormones just changed more often than Michael’s hair. Despite the unfairness of Mother Nature, you were pretty could at hiding it. Michael didn’t even notice until this time. Mikey was with the boys in the living room mucking around while you were searching the fridge for something to nibble on, when it hit you- the cramp of all cramps. Biting you lip you clutched your stomach, digging you nails into your skin. “Babe, you alright?” he asked waltzing in the room. His eyes grew concerned as you squint your eyes shut. He began to panic, but realized you were a girl. “Is it, um, that?” he asked pointing a finger down toward your lower stomach. Your grunt was enough for him to shoo the boys out and lead you upstairs where he would pull you atop him letting his heat smoothing out your pain.

Calum: You had made plans to stay home in your sweats, on the couch, watch Law and Order SVU and cry into a tub of ice cream. That sounded like an excellent way to spend the day to you. Calum, on the other hand, had different plans. He was bound and determined to get you out of the house. He sprung into the living room, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. You stopped mid bite, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you challenged dropping the spoon into the container. He shrugged, “It’s a beautiful day and we should go outside.” You shook your head, wrapping yourself tighter and tighter in your cocoon of blankets. “C’mon! Lazy bum!” He pressed, trying to pick you up. “NO CAL!” you shouted your hormones getting the better of you. “I’m bloated, I feel ugly, and my vagina is bleeding. I do not want to nor will I leave this couch today.” Calum’s faced softened as he hugged you back down on the couch, “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know, we can just stay here.” He mumbled against the skin of you belly.

Luke: Luke didn’t have a lot of experience in this department at all. So you were pretty much left to fend for yourself when it came. He didn’t leave your side, no, but he didn’t know what to do either. You were lucky though (if that’s possible) you just got cravings. Anything was fair game and Luke was more than happy to run out and get it. Once he’d return with whatever form of salty or sugary food item you’d request he’d plop down on the couch next to you, pushing you toward him. “I don’t understand why. Like, I get what happens with the blood and stuff, but why?” he asked. You turned to him, “Didn’t you have health class?” you asked dipping a French fry into the milkshake he got you. He nodded, “He just said to do whatever she asked because it’s scary.” You let out a laugh before saying, “We get them so we can have kids.” He nodded for a second, “And so this happens every month?” he continued. You nodded. “That’s rough. Glad I’m a guy.”