why don't we imagines

period ↳ d.s

it was currently 2:49 a.m and you woke up suddenly with cramps.

you quietly but quickly got up, assuming the worst and praying that you didn't start your period while you were sleeping in daniels bed.

you looked down and saw blood on your pants, most likely staining your sweatpants.

your heartbeat increased, worried about what daniel's bed sheets would look like.

moving the comforter out of the way, you saw the blood on his sheets and you panicked.

quickly, you grabbed your bag, thankful you had brought some things with you in case your period did start.

you changed your clothes and cleaned yourself up, going back into daniel's room, hating yourself more and more each second.

he's gonna hate me. you thought to yourself, eyes watering.

you went to his side of the bed, fighting with yourself to wake him up or just run and move to another country.

eventually though, you just went for it, lightly shaking him awake.

his eyes opened slowly, a confused look on his face.

"y/n? what time is it?" he questioned, running his eyes.

"uh.. three?" you said unsurely, laughing nervously.

"are you okay love?" he asked, reaching out to hold her face with his hand, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

"please don't hate me," you said sadly, tears threatening to fall.

"what? y/n, princess, why would i hate you?" daniel asked, confused.

"i don't want to say it," you cried softly, making sure not to wake up anyone else in the house.

"love, it's okay i promise. tell me what's wrong," daniel told you, sitting up,

you didn't say anything but point to where you were sleeping only minutes before this.

daniel turned his head looking at what it was you were pointing at but didn't say anything.

he showed no reaction what so ever as he stood up, removing the sheets and getting new ones.

you felt extremely bad. once he left the room to place the dirty ones in the washing machine, you sat against the wall, upset.

he didn't say anything so you assumed the worse as you held your knees to your chest and put your head down, a few tears falling from your eyes.

daniel was putting the new sheets on the bed, remaking it.

once he was finished, he looked at you sadly.

"precious, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting in front of you.

"you're mad at me," you sobbed.

"what? y/n, no i'm not. why would i be mad? they're just sheets love. i'm washing them and i have plenty more." daniel told you, speaking softly as if he raised his voice any higher it would hurt you.

"i'm sorry,"

"i promise you, it's okay," he said, moving a strand of  hair off your face and behind your ear.

"do you need anything? or clothes? or-"

"no um- i cleaned up and took care of it," you told him, cheeks red of embarrassment.

"you don't have to be embarrassed, it's okay. come on, let's go back to bed," he told you.

you nodded, getting up and crawling back into bed with daniel.

how did you ever get so lucky?