"C'mon, Y/N! We're going to be late! What are you doing anyway, you don't need to put on a bunch of makeup or anything for the beach!" Michaels voice called from your bed, reaching your ears in the bathroom. You cursed the fact that you had suggested going to the beach with Michael when you visited him on tour. Before he left for the first leg, you had mentioned how you would go to the beach with him and show him how much fun you could have, and how relaxing sitting on the shoreline could be, and Michael agreed to take you up in the offer. He had been skeptical of the idea, but now that your beach day arrived, he seemed excited to see if your description of the beach would be true. However, you were not so enthusiastic. You stared at your reflection, and frowned. Your bikini that you normally rocked was not looking very flattering on you, and your skin had broken out, leaving several red spots on your nose and forehead. You sighed again, glaring at your reflection. How could this happen now? you thought. Your period had arrived, which never made you happy, but it seemed to affect you more than usual this month. The bloating, breakouts, and cramps were worse than usual, making you dread going to the beach, with limited bathroom access, too much skin showing, and uncomfortably hot temperatures. Michael called out again, close this time,
"Y/N, are you okay? You didn't answer me." You opened the bathroom door, face blotchy and red with tears beginning to form in your eyes.
"No, Michael. I am not okay. I feel absolutely disgusting, and from the mirror I can see that I look just as bad as I feel. And I just hate it so much." At this point, you just needed to release your emotions, and you let your tears go. Michael looked alarmed, and quickly gathered you into a warm hug (slightly uncomfortable due to your high body temperature, but you didn't have the heart to push him away). He rubbed your back a bit, hoping to calm you down, but you were too upset for it to have much effect.
"Y/N, shhh, it's going to be okay," Michael whispered. He was worried because he had never seen you in such a state. You had been dating for a while, but your period hadn't been this bad during your relationship, at least while Michael had been home. At first, Michael hadn't been able to figure out what had you in such a state, but not that he thought about it (maybe the tampons sticking out of your purse on the counter had been a tip-off) he realized that your period must be the cause.
"Michael, I am disgusting, do you not see my face? Or how terribly this bikini fits? I can't go out in public like this." Michael raised his eyebrows at you. You normally were not this dramatic, and didn't get hung up about your weight too much, but you just didn't feel well with the bloating and cramps.
"You do not look disgusting, Y/N. But, if you don't feel well, how about we postpone our beach day and have a movie day instead?" In that moment you couldn't have been more thankful for your boyfriend's love of doing absolutely nothing.
"Michael, that sounds perfect. Let me just change into something more comfortable and I'll meet you on the couch!" You detached yourself from Michael and made your way out of the bathroom, turning back to give him a quick peck on the lips. "You're the best Mikey." Michael smiled, happy that you weren't crying or distressed anymore, and then began deciding if he should bring out the chocolate bars or popcorn first.
