The Business Trip

Period Problems

After he left I leaned back in my chair and finished my donut. Wiping in face with a napkin, I grabbed clothes and my shower stuff from my suitcase. I wasn't feeling very well, I had cramps that felt like somebody was stabbing me.

I hobbled into the bathroom and turned on the water. I stripped as the water warmed. I took off my pants and was greeted with the sight of blood. "Great." I sighed. My period had come early. 

Once the water was warm enough I got in and took a really long shower. The steam and hot water had helped with the cramping a little. The water was startimg to cool down so I reluctantly got out and quickly dried off enough to run out to my suitcase for a pad without leaving a water trail. I turned the doorknob and opened the door a little and was just about to sprint out when I saw Niall laying in bed on his phone. I yelped and shut the door.

"Katie?" His voice called.

"Yeah?" I asked trying to keep my voice nuetral, like I wasn't just about to full-on flash him.

"Do you need something?"

"Uh...Well...I...um, just need to grab something from my suitcase. So, if you could not look towards the general area between the door and my suitcase, that'd be great."

"I'll get it, what do you need?"

God, no. "I-I-It's fine, I'll get it."

"Are you sure? Really, I can grab it, whatever it is."

"NO IT'S FUCKING OKAY! I SAID I WOULD GET IT. NOW TURN AROUND AND CLOSE YOUR FUCKING EYES!" I screamed through the door.

There was a shuffling noise and then I heard a mumbled "Okay."

I sighed and opened the door and quickly ran to my suitcase digging through it until I found my stash of pads. I grabbed one and ran back into the safety of the bathroom. I quickly got dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, a sports bra and a green oversized knitted sweater. I did my hair, putting it into a messy bun,brushed my teeth and was about to walk back into the room. I was so horrified at my outburst and scared I had hurt his feelings. What if he hated me? What if he decided to not let me stay? What if he told everyone about my problems just to make himself seem cooler? Despite my worries and the overwhelming urge to cut I gritted my teeth and bravely walked back into the room.

Niall was sitting in a chair facing the window. Without thinking I went over and sat on his lap, hugging him tightly.

"Katie? What are you doing?" He whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry, Niall. So so so fucking sorry." I was trying to hold back tears.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. I'll forgive you. Just tell me why."

"Don't laugh." I murmured. "It's embarrassing."

"As embarrassing as almost running out here naked?" I gave him a pointed glare. "Okay, sorry. But seriously, I won't laugh."

"Alright, first of all, someone told me he would be gone until dinner. So that was totally all your fault." I laughed.

"You're stalling."

I took a deep breath, my cheeks turning red. "I-I got my period." I mumbled, looking down at the dingy-ish carpet.

"So...Oh!" I glanced up at him. He was turning red now. "I-I guess you wanted some girly stuff from your bag then. I am so sorry. I thought you wanted like a hair brush or something. This is awkward. I'm not good around girls." He babbled and put his head in his hands. After about a minute he looked up again. "This is gonna sound so awkward, but I'm gonna ask anyway cuz I'm an awkward person, but, like, what usually happens, like do you get cramps, have weird food cravings, go ballistic? I want to know what to expect."

"Um, well, cramps usually, and I get super emotional like you witnessed, I'm usually a complete and utter bitch."

"Babe?" Niall murmured

"Hm?"

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure. What movie?"

"I dunno, what's like, your favorite movie?"

"The Blind Side."

"We'll watch that then." Niall abruptly picked me up and set me on the bed closest to the TV.

After successfully finding it on Netflix we snuggled together and wwatched it until we both fell asleep.

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Another day, another update! Sorry this is complete and utter crap, I'm soooooooooo effing tired. Over the course of 6 days, my marching band marched 51 hours. Sooooooo yeah, I'm exhaused.

DFTS

-ASaxyKitKat