One Direction and 5SOS Preferences and Imagines

You're on your period 2/4

I love period preferences weird ik but I think they're cute and funny so I might write a lot

Ashton: When you came home from work clutching your stomach and groaning in agonizing pain Ashton knew something was wrong. He immediately rushed up to you and gathered you in his strong arms; guiding you over to the couch. He took off your shoes and brought you one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants. After you've changed and he's made sure you're comfortable, he'll bombard you with questions. "What's wrong baby?" He coo's. Not even caring about what he would think you just blurt out that you're on your period. "Oh, I see." His face changes into a light pink shade "Do you need like, tampons or something?" He asks, running a hand through his hair. You giggle slightly before groaning in pain. "Midol." You manage to say. "Please buy me some Midol!" You bury your face into the pillow. "I'm on it!" He jumps up and heads out the door. The door opens a few moments later and he walks back in, a sheepish look on his face. "Uh what is Midol exactly?" "Medicine. It's medicine Ash." He takes a deep breath. "Oh, alright then, i'll be back!" He sings out before leaving you once more. You shake your head. "Idiot."

Luke: "Baby." Luke coo's over your shoulder. "Hmmm." You mutter out, still half asleep. "You're bleeding." You shoot up in bed, now wide awake. Dragging yourself out of the warm duvet and running to the bathroom, a string of 'no's' and the occasional profanity slipping from your mouth on the way. "Baby? Are you okay?" He says from the other side of the door. "I'm fine Luke. I'll be out in a moment." You sigh. You change out of your now crimson pants and underwear and just throw them in the trash, not being in the mood to do laundry. You exit the washroom. You always hated your periods. It wasn't exactly pain that bothered you, it was your insane mood swings. You couldn't be around anyone without either snapping at the them or breaking down in tears which is why you started bawling when you collapsed beside Luke on the bed. Concern washed across his face. "What's wrong baby?" He whispers, stroking your hair softly. "N-nothing, absolutely nothing." You stutter out. "You can tell me babe." He coo's. "I'm serious, it's nothing. My hormones just hate me." You slowly sit up in bed, wiping tears from your eyes. "Huh?" His eyes widen when it finally clicks in. "Oh, it's that time, oh." He says awkwardly. You just nod. "Do I need to do anything?" You look up at him. You sigh. "No Lucas, i can take care of myself." He nods. "Ok good. Um i'll be at Calums..." He slowly retreats from the room, staring at you as if you're a lion that's about to pounce. You chuckle. "Have fun. Coward." You mutter out.