Part 1: Perfect Boyfriend

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"Niall!!" I screamed while clutching my tummy. I saw his little blond head pop through the door.

"Yeah, princess?"

"C-Can you get me some aspirin..? I have cramps.."

"Babe, is it that time of the month?"

"What the hell do you think!?" I yelled at him. He flinched back and looked downwards. I didn't mean to yell, but you know how it is when you have your period.

"N-Ni.. I'm sorry.. I-It's the hormones.."

"It's fine.. I'll get the aspirin.."

He came back giving me two pills and a cup of water, then went out the door.

"N-Niall? Where are you going!?"

I heard a slam at the front door and realized he must be very upset. I laid there crying for what seemed like hours. I felt terrible. I didn't want to yell.. But I was in so much pain... He probably hates me.. I let my thoughts wander until I dozed off to sleep..

I was later awaken by Niall's car driving up the drive way. He walked in the door and came in our room with a bag.

"N-Niall.. I'm so sorry.. You know I love you.."

"Laura, it's not your fault... Its mother nature getting the better of you.. Listen I got you some things.."

"Y-You did?"

He nodded and began to pull stuff out of the bag.

"I brought some more pain pills for whenever you need them, got some extra tampons, a warm water bottle for your tummy, some chocolate, and of course, some of your favorite movies!"

"W-wow.. Niall, thank you!"

"Anything for my princess..."

I gave him a big hug and kissed his lips.

"I love you so much.."

"I love you too, Princess... Why don't we watch a movie and cuddle?"

"Sounds perfect.."

He then got up and put in one of my favorite movies, The Little Mermaid. He came back, laid next to me, and pulled me on his chest. He held me gently, caressing my arm with his thumb. He was quietly humming as we watched the movie. I became so tired and I must have dozed off because all I remember was closing my eyes and hearing Niall whisper in my ear, "Night, baby.. I love you..." And he gently kissed my ear.

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